Coiling Dragon Stream—the most forbidden place in High Heaven !
This was not rely a place of danger; it was a death sentence.
💨 The winds howled fiercely, strong enough to rip a man from his feet and send him plumting into the endless abyss below. The stream's depths were an eternal mystery—no one who had ever fallen had lived to tell the tale.
And yet, it was here that exiled disciples were sent.
A fate worse than death.
Why not simply execute them outright? Why cast them into this abyss with a few ager rations?
Yang Kai couldn't understand it.
Perhaps it was ant to be a cruel joke—giving a false hope of survival before the inevitable ca to claim them.
But this place wasn't just a prison.
💔 It was also a graveyard for lovers.
Many stories whispered through High Heaven 's halls, tales of star-crossed pairs who had lost their partners to fate. Overco with grief, they leapt together into the abyss, choosing eternal unity in death over a lifeti of loneliness.
The male disciples knew these tales well.
They would recount them to their sweethearts, weaving heart-wrenching tragedies that left the young won weeping in their arms. It was a tried-and-true technique, stirring pity and affection, lting even the coldest hearts.
"But those are just stories."
Yang Kai shook his head, pushing away the distractions. His focus remained sharp as he took a slow step forward, his gaze locked onto the abyss.
❓ Why was there Yang Qi here? ❓
His chest tingled, his Origin of Yang pulsing faintly.
This wasn't like the weak, scattered traces of Yang Qi he had sensed before—this was sothing else entirely.
🔥 A dense, concentrated source… and it was rising from within the abyss! 🔥
Even while standing at the edge, Yang Kai could already feel its pure warmth flowing through the air.
This was different from sunlight—it was more potent, richer, as if it had been distilled to its purest essence.
Yang Kai hesitated for only a mont.
Then, he sat down right there, cross-legged, and began to cultivate.
☀ True Yang Tactics thrived in Yang energy.
And here, at the Coiling Dragon Stream, Yang Kai had stumbled upon an unimaginably rich source.
His breath steadied, his mind cleared, and he guided his World Qi along the ridians of his body.
Slowly.
Carefully.
As the Yang energy seeped into him, the sluggish flow of his Qi accelerated.
🔸 The difference was staggering. 🔸
Even under the direct sun, it had taken him three full days to gather a tiny sliver of World Qi.
But now?
One night. Just one night.
And he had already gained as much as he had in those three days.
"Unbelievable…"
Yang Kai opened his eyes at dawn, inspecting himself in quiet amazent.
His World Qi had grown stronger, no longer flickering like a weak fla in a storm.
It burned brighter now. Steadier.
And along with it, his control over Qi had improved.
As the first rays of morning light broke across the sky, Yang Kai stood up.
Even after a full night of cultivation, he felt no exhaustion—only vigorous energy surging through his body.
But cultivation alone wasn't enough.
👊 Discipline was everything.
He imdiately began his daily tempered body training, his fists hamring the air, sweat dripping down his skin as he pushed himself to the limit.
The winds howled around him, yet he remained rooted in place, unwavering.
🔥 He rushed back to the Coiling Dragon Stream. 🔥
🌊 Devouring the Yang Qi 🌊
💨 The gales howled, strong enough to push lesser n away.
But Yang Kai ignored them.
🔥 The only thing that mattered was the Yang Qi. 🔥
He sat down again, closed his eyes, and began.
The mont he started circulating his World Qi, a mysterious sensation surged through him—
His pores opened wide, hungrily absorbing the Yang Qi around him like a starving beast.
🔥 It was intoxicating. 🔥
A warmth rushed through his veins, filling his limbs with energy.
The days blurred together.
🔸 One day.🔸 Two days.
By the ti he opened his eyes again, his progress was undeniable.
His World Qi had nearly doubled.
But more importantly—
At the center of his dantian, a small fiery orb had ford.
🔥 A ball of pure Yang energy! 🔥
This was a distinct characteristic of the True Yang Tactics—as it absorbed Yang Qi, it converted World Qi into a fla-like essence.
"This… this is incredible!"
Hours passed.
His ridians strained under the rapid influx of energy.
His dantian pulsed, swelling like an overfilled vessel.
It felt like…
🥵 Like he had eaten too much.
A heavy, bloated sensation—his body screaming at him to stop.
🔥 But Yang Kai refused. 🔥
"I'm not at my limit yet!"
He pushed forward, ignoring the discomfort.
Half an hour passed.
Then—
💥 His body suddenly felt light.
The pressure vanished, his Qi flowing effortlessly through his dantian.
Then—
💧 Drip.
A faint sound echoed in his mind.
Yang Kai's eyes snapped open, his heartbeat thundering in his chest.
Inside his dantian, sothing new had appeared.
A single drop of liquid.
🔥 Yang Liquid! 🔥
"I… I did it!"
This was the first step to unlocking the true power of the True Yang Tactics.
This single drop—though small—was the key to unimaginable strength.
Yang Kai clenched his fists, feeling a new surge of energy race through his veins.
.............................
In these past few days, he had constantly skipped his als and gone without sleep. Although this had brought about great results in regards to his cultivation, it had placed a great strain on his body. In order to cultivate well, you must do all things in moderation in order to avoid long term dangers.
Standing up, he patted his bottom clean of dirt and walked lightly back to his wooden hut.
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