The Imperial Martial Pill Venerable

On the cliff, Jing’er sat quietly to one side, hugging her knees. Her eyes were fixed on the white-robed youth not far away, a look of attachment flashing in them from time to time...

A gentle breeze brushed through the youth’s hair. A profound fluctuation then emanated from his body as two forces, True Essence and the Mysterious, continuously merged. They gradually formed a peculiar energy—the very core for constructing a Celestial Human Dharma Aspect.

But at the final moment of fusion, a hint of conflict unexpectedly arose between the True Essence and the Mysterious. The conflict quickly escalated. Qin Ya’s brows furrowed slightly. He circulated his True Essence with all his might and manifested the Mysterious, but as the conflict intensified, he found he was losing control.

A few breaths later, the Mysterious dissipated, and his True Essence gradually weakened. The backlash from the failed fusion struck Qin Ya, severely injuring him. A trickle of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of regret flashed in his bright eyes.

’A pity. In the end, it was because my True Essence wasn’t strong enough.’

Although the Leakless Body was powerful, and the True Essence it generated was much stronger than that of others in the same Realm, it was still a sliver short when compared to Celestial Human Power.

The gap was small, but it was the crucial reason for his failure to construct the Dharma Aspect.

Just then, a small hand reached out and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Qin Ya paused for a moment, then looked at Jing’er and gave a soft smile.

"Don’t worry, I’m alright."

Hearing this, Jing’er nodded and then resumed sitting quietly.

Qin Ya then took out an Elixir and consumed it to recover from his injuries. He began to rethink the key points of constructing the Dharma Aspect. ’If my True Essence isn’t strong enough, then I’ll just have to make it stronger!’

A glint of light flashed in Qin Ya’s eyes.

It is extremely difficult to strengthen one’s True Essence power within the same Realm. However, Qin Ya happened to know several such Secret Techniques. He began to cultivate a Secret Skill called the Nine Revolutions Essence Tempering Technique. Cultivating this Secret Skill could grant a Martial Artist a significant boost in True Essence strength, but it could only be used once in a lifetime.

Qin Ya had used it once in his previous life. That time, it had allowed his True Essence strength to dominate the Celestial Essence Realm, even earning him the laughable title of "Number One Below Extraordinary."

Below Extraordinary, all are but ants.

Even being the first among them still meant being an ant.

After a full day, Qin Ya had completed four revolutions. However, the increase in his True Essence strength was almost negligible. He remembered that when he had used it in the Celestial Essence Realm back then, the increase in his True Essence strength after each revolution had been very obvious.

"The higher the Cultivation, the lesser the effect of the Nine Revolutions Essence Tempering Technique," Qin Ya sighed. He now only hoped that after completing all Nine Revolutions, his True Essence strength would increase. Even a tiny sliver of improvement would greatly boost his chances of successfully constructing the Dharma Aspect.

While Qin Ya was cultivating the Nine Revolutions Essence Tempering Technique, a few uninvited guests arrived at the Lower Seven Peaks.

Within the cluster of pavilions of the Lower Seven Peaks, everyone glared angrily at several youths.

"You bastards from the Lower Eight Peaks, what are you doing here?"

Lü Xin’s pretty face was cold as she spoke to the youths before her, her tone chilling.

Behind her, Huang Fei and the others were also on high alert.

"Heh, nothing much. Just came to pay you all a visit."

Across from Lü Xin, several youths with provocative smirks on their faces stood with their arms crossed. One of them, a youth in a red robe, spoke in a taunting tone.

"Oh, by the way, I wonder if your Peak Master has returned yet."

"Hmph, you gutless rats. You only dare to come here and throw your weight around when the Peak Master is away. How despicable," Lü Xin said coldly.

"It seems he hasn’t returned yet."

The red-robed youth smirked coldly, then said to Lü Xin and the others, "We came all this way just to pay you a visit. Shouldn’t you offer something to entertain us? Do I really need to teach you such basic manners?"

"You are not welcome at our Lower Seven Peaks."

At this moment, a large man from the Lower Seven Peaks stepped forward and spoke coldly.

"Heh, Wang Huang, why are you still so hot-tempered?"

The corner of the red-robed youth’s mouth curled up. He then casually waved his hand, and a fiery red Flame cone materialized out of thin air, shooting forward with the force of Wind and Thunder!

"Hmph."

Wang Huang’s expression turned cold. He took a step forward and threw a punch. The strike instantly kicked up a gust of wind, shattering the Flame cone, but he himself was forced back several steps.

"Wang Huang, your Fist Power has improved quite a bit, hasn’t it?"

The red-robed youth smiled faintly, but his expression immediately turned cold. "However, if you don’t show some sincerity today, none of you will be leaving here in one piece."

"Haha, I finally won!"

Just as tensions were about to boil over, a voice filled with excitement rang out.

High in the air, a figure covered in injuries slowly descended. Across from him, the master of the pavilion who had been repeatedly challenged looked somewhat displeased, but a trace of admiration was also in his heart. It was truly not easy for someone to be beaten by him so many times yet maintain such high spirits, and ultimately manage to defeat him.

"This pavilion is yours."

Suddenly, his expression changed. He looked toward the red-robed youth and his group, and with a flash, he swiftly moved to Lü Xin and Wang Huang’s side, joining the standoff.

Seeing this, Muh Qing was a little confused.

"Excuse me, friend, what’s going on here?"

He asked, pulling aside a Martial Artist curiously.

That person glanced at Muh Qing and said, "These people are Kunyun Palace Disciples who live on the Lower Eight Peaks. They don’t get along with us from the Lower Seven Peaks at all and come to provoke us at the drop of a hat. It’s gotten even worse recently while our Peak Master has been away. Hmph, if our Peak Master were here, they wouldn’t dare act so arrogantly."

"Oh, so that’s how it is. It seems the Disciples within Kunyun Palace aren’t so united after all."

Muh Qing muttered to himself.

"Oh, this brother’s face is quite unfamiliar."

Suddenly, the red-robed youth turned his gaze to Muh Qing, a surprised look on his face. "You must be one of the geniuses from the outside world who received a Cyan Cloud Order. Heh, covered in injuries... you must have suffered quite a bit here on the Lower Seven Peaks."

"Hmph, you guys on the Lower Eight Peaks are no better. I heard two geniuses with Cyan Cloud Orders went to your peak. Who knows if they’re even still alive."

Lü Xin said with a cold smile, casually brushing back a strand of hair.

"You don’t need to worry about that."

The red-robed youth gave a cold laugh and waved his hand. The youths behind him immediately stepped forward with sinister grins, while Lü Xin and the others braced themselves for a fight.

Just as the conflict between the two sides was about to erupt, a figure arrived.

The newcomer was dressed in white, holding a seven or eight-year-old girl in his arms. With an indifferent expression, he walked down the path between the two confrontational groups, ignoring them completely.

"Another unfamiliar face, and he looks pretty arrogant too."

Seeing this, a Disciple from the Lower Eight Peaks sneered. His True Essence surged, and he suddenly thrust out a palm, sending a massive wave of Palm Qi blasting toward Qin Ya!

But Qin Ya’s figure suddenly vanished. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the attacking Disciple. With a casual wave of his hand, an immense power swept out, blasting the Disciple hundreds of feet away. The Disciple crashed through several large trees before rolling into the undergrowth, his fate unknown.

"Damn it!"

"How dare you injure someone from our Lower Eight Peaks!"

Seeing this, the expressions of the several Disciples from the Lower Eight Peaks changed. Their True Essence erupted violently, and all sorts of energies—surging torrents of water, searing hot lava, roaring gales of wind—blasted toward Qin Ya from all directions.