6: Chapter 6 Pure Yang Sword Immortal

Two streams of light disappeared into the clouds of the distant mountains.

Baili Yunche stood dazed in place, looking at the direction they left, and after a long time, let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hoo... They're finally gone."

He slumped to the ground, and cold sweat finally poured down his entire body.

Today's twists and turns were simply too thrilling.

From being forced by the Saintess, to being recorded under the influence of drugs, then to his cultivation soaring, and finally witnessing the battle between two Golden Core Fairies, and even alarming a Nascent Soul Elder...

Each single matter was enough to make an ordinary Utility Disciple's heart stop beating.

However, looking at the dazzling crimson remaining on his legs, the corners of Baili Yunche's mouth uncontrollably curled into a bizarre smile.

He never expected that these two stunningly beautiful "Xuanyang Twin Beauties" were both virgins, which simply allowed him to score an enormous bargain.

This made Baili Yunche's heart incomparably excited.

As the saying goes, to die under the peony flower, even as a ghost one remains romantic.

Being able to sleep with two peerless beauties, it would be worth it even if he died!

Resting for a moment, Baili Yunche struggled to his feet, looked at the Waste Pill Room turned into ruins, and smiled bitterly while shaking his head.

"Now I don't even have a place to live..."

He stood before the ruins of the Waste Pill Room, clenching his fists tightly as his fingernails dug deep into his palms.

A fire that had never been seen before burned in his eyes; that was unwillingness, humiliation, and even the determination to burn his boats.

"Golden Core Stage? ... Fine, then I will cultivate it for you to see!"

"I, Baili Yunche, am not trash!"

He roared in a low voice, his voice echoing among the empty ruins.

Over the past ten years, the past of being bullied as a Utility Disciple, as well as the contempt and look-down from the two Saintesses, turned into a raging fire, burning away the last trace of cowardice in his heart.

After venting, Baili Yunche gradually calmed down.

He sat cross-legged on a bluestone and began to carefully recall everything that happened today.

His cultivation soaring to the ninth layer of Qi Condensation happened at the most intense moment of his union with Xu Yuehuan and Liu Ruyan.

That feeling of Breakthrough was not gained through ordinary bitter cultivation, but rather like some kind of shackle being broken, and the natural emergence of mighty power.

"Could it be that Xu Yuehuan and Liu Ruyan both possess a special Physique, forming a Yin and Yang mutual complement when Dual Cultivation was performed with me, which led to my cultivation soaring?"

Having cultivated for all these years, he also knew that special spiritual bodies existed in the Immortal Realm, such as the Profound Yin Physique, Heavenly Thunder Physique, and so on.

Among them, the Profound Yin Physique was a relatively common Dual Cultivation Physique. Joining in Yin and Yang with a male cultivator could accelerate cultivation speed.

He frowned and pondered, "That's not right... If their Physique was truly special, they should have known long ago, why wait until today?"

"Or could it be..." Baili Yunche's eyes gradually lit up.

"A special Physique inherently exists within my body, and it only needs specific conditions to undergo Awakening?"

"And Dual Cultivation with a woman whose primal yin has not been lost is the key point of Awakening?"

This guess made his heartbeat accelerate.

If this were true, then his wasted ten years were perhaps not because his talent was too poor, but rather a bright pearl covered in dust!

Just as he was deep in thought.

"Hum!"

A strange warm current suddenly surged from the depths of his Dantian.

Baili Yunche shook all over and looked down, only to see a crimson light radiating from his lower abdomen.

That light grew increasingly intense, enveloping his entire person, and the surrounding air began to grow scorching hot.

"So hot!"

He cried out involuntarily, feeling as if he were placed inside a melting furnace, and his blood was about to boil.

Enduring the burning pain, he looked inward at his Dantian.

Within the Qi Sea, the originally sparse spiritual power was spinning crazily, forming a crimson vortex.

And in the center of the vortex, a speck of cyan light gradually magnified.

"Whoosh!"

A cyan stream of light shot out from the Dantian, hovering in front of Baili Yunche.

That was an archaic small cauldron with three legs and two ears!

This small cauldron was only the size of a palm, its whole body presenting a cyan-brown color, and its surface was engraved with countless dense patterns, as complex and profound as the sun, moon, and stars.

The mouth of the cauldron was permeated with misty vapor, and faint sounds of the Dao emanated from within.

"This is..." Baili Yunche stared dazedly at the small cauldron, his mind blank.

This cauldron, he seemed to have seen it before.

He remembered that when he was seven years old, this small cauldron was a treasure specifically instructed to him by his parents. He didn't care about it at the time, simply treating it as an ordinary small ornament.

In the days that followed, he didn't know where it was put, and simply thought it was lost.

Turns out, the small cauldron was not lost, but rather merged silently into his Dantian at some unknown time.

"Could this small cauldron be a treasure? Has my Golden Finger arrived?" A trace of burning heat flashed in Baili Yunche's eyes.

"This is the creation divine cauldron!"

A vicissitudinous voice suddenly came out from the cauldron.

"Who? Who is speaking?!"

Baili Yunche was so startled that he shuddered, retreating several steps and staring in terror at the small cauldron.

He saw the vapor at the mouth of the cauldron rolling, gradually condensing into an illusory figure of an old man.

The old man had white hair and beard, a thin and refined face, and wore an archaic Daoist robe. Although he was merely an illusory shadow, he naturally possessed a majesty that looked down upon heaven and earth.

"You... Who are you?!"

Baili Yunche was terrified.

"Don't come over! Do not perform Possession on me!"

"I am just a ninth-grade waste Spiritual Root, Possession on me is useless!"

Living for two lifetimes, he deeply knew the legends of Possession and Rebirth in the Immortal Realm.

The way the old man in front of him appeared was simply too similar to those legendary "old monsters"!

First attaching to a treasure, and then waiting for an opportunity to perform Possession on the host!

Baili Yunche turned around to run, but was fixed in place by an invisible force.

"Cough cough... Brat, come back!" The old man's illusory shadow coughed twice, his tone carrying helplessness,

"If this old man wanted to perform Possession on you, I would have made a move ten years ago when you obtained this cauldron, why wait until today?"

Baili Yunche struggled without success, so he simply calmed down, stared at the old man, and said, "Then who on earth are you? Why are you in my Dantian?"

The old man stroked his long beard and said proudly, "This old man's Dao title is 'Pure Yang', and the world respectfully calls me the 'Pure Yang Sword Immortal'."

"Sword Immortal?" Baili Yunche was stunned.

"Not bad." The Pure Yang Sword Immortal's illusory shadow slightly raised his head, a look of reminiscence flashing in his eyes,

"Before this old man's death, I was the master of 'Pure Yang Heaven', one of the Thirty-Six Heavens of the Immortal Realm, wielding the Pure Yang Dao, capable of beheading the sun, moon, and stars with a single sword. I was one of the top beings in the Immortal Realm."

"Since you were so powerful, why did you fall to the point where only a wisp of remnant soul remains, hiding in this small cauldron?"

Baili Yunche pursued the question, vigilance still remaining in his eyes.

The Pure Yang Sword Immortal's expression darkened, and he sighed deeply, "Sigh... This matter is a long story, it's all bygone smoke and clouds."

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Ten thousand years ago, this old man was harmed by a treacherous person. That scoundrel's name was 'Chonglou', claiming the title of Demonic Lord, and he was a supreme powerhouse of the Immortal Realm alongside this old man."

"He coveted the supreme treasure 'creation divine cauldron' in this old man's hands, and plotted an ambush to kill me. This old man struggled to resist, but ultimately could not defeat this person; my Physical Body collapsed, my Divine Soul was heavily injured, and only this wisp of remnant soul remained attached to the divine cauldron, escaping into the Void Realm turbulence, which was how I escaped a calamity."

"Demonic Lord Chonglou? creation divine cauldron?" Baili Yunche listened in a fog.

"Demonic Lord Chonglou is a giant of the Demonic Path, and his cultivation is on par with this old man."

"As for this creation divine cauldron..."

He looked at the suspended small cauldron, a complex look flashing in his eyes:

"This cauldron is an Innate supreme treasure born at the very beginning of Chaos, containing the creation Dao within, and possessing the ability to reverse heaven and earth and enlighten all things. Precisely because of this, Chonglou would want to seize it at all costs."