529: Chapter 529 Sixth Level of Mahayana, Achieved!

Outside the door, the figure of Yu Lingling froze slightly, then she pushed the door open and entered.

She had clearly just bathed as well; her light green gauze dress was as thin as a cicada's wing, her dark hair half-tied, a green hairpin hanging like a teardrop, and a few damp strands of hair clung to the side of her neck.

Her cheeks were flushed with a faint pink, and she looked like a fresh lotus just pulled from the water, clean yet possessing a certain damp, delicate fragility.

Ling Hao did not give her much time to hesitate: "Ling Ling, come and operate the 'Dragon-Capturing Art of the Plain Hands' to assist me."

Yu Lingling took a deep breath, composed her mind, and walked to the jade pestle.

Her ten fingers brushed over the nine acupoints on the pestle body like a flower being plucked. Wherever her fingertips passed, they stirred up fine streams of Spiritual Qi, and she softly recited: "Five fingers divide the Five Elements, the Laogong point guards the center. Capturing the Dragon settles the vast sea, the Return to Ruins accepts all rivers..."

Her fingertips tapped, pressed, kneaded, and caressed the pestle; each touch calmed the jade pestle's trembling by a fraction.

Under her skillful manipulation, the crimson light of the jade pestle gradually receded, transforming into a crystal-clear long weapon, its length even slowly growing to nine inches!

The surface held flowing starlike light points that never ceased, and the pressure it emitted was several times stronger than before.

When Yu Lingling withdrew her hands, her fingertips trembled slightly. Her ten slender fingers were faintly red from the continuous formation of seals. She lowered her eyes, and her gaze toward the jade pestle held a hint of fascination.

"What a powerful Spirit Treasure."

"Junior Sister Ling Ling's 'Dragon-Capturing Hand' has become increasingly exquisite; it can actually elevate the Sect Master's Spirit Treasure to a higher level."

A lazy, laughing voice suddenly came from the window.

Everyone looked up to see Yu Linglong, who had appeared on the window sill at some point, sitting sideways with her bare feet swaying gently, the golden bell on her ankle chiming with her movements.

She wore a moon-white ru-skirt, draped in hazy gauze.

Her bare feet were exposed in the moonlight; the tops of her feet were white as jade, her ankles slender, with the ankle bones slightly protruding.

Her arches were long and elegant, and every toe was symmetrical and round as a pearl, painted with faint crimson nail polish, like little cherries; they also looked like freshly steamed red sticky rice cakes, tender and lustrous, exuding a warm, enticing aura that made one want to lower their head and take a bite.

Ling Hao looked at her: "You're back?"

Yu Linglong leaped lightly from the window sill, her bare feet hovering. She floated closer, her eyes filled with resentment, and she chided: "Sect Master, you asked me to take Yue Xinlan back; were you trying to get rid of me?"

"Sigh, if I hadn't turned around to ask the Second Junior Sister, I wouldn't have known that you, Sect Master, intended to abandon me."

Ling Hao smiled and shook his head: "How could that be? I will never abandon you."

"Slick-tongued!"

Yu Linglong's gaze fell upon the jade pestle, her smile as bright as a flower, "Sect Master, your treasure has opened eight of its nine stars, lacking only the final 'Return to Ruins Acupoint'. Even though it has grown to nine inches, it is still short of a breath. Would you like to try the Star-Stepping Return Formula of my 'Lingbo Jade Foot Art'?"

After speaking, she did not wait for Ling Hao's answer; with a light tap of her slender foot, she floated above the jade pestle.

She lifted her right foot, the Yongquan point on her sole facing the top of the pestle, her arch tensed into a beautiful arc, her toes slightly curled and then relaxed, hovering above the jade pestle for a breath before landing.

Yu Linglong's sole stepped firmly onto the top of the pestle, and she recited the formula: "Yongquan dots the stars, the arch becomes a river. The twin waves converge, the jade beads grind and rotate. The Great Void inhales once, the Return to Ruins becomes clear..."

A vast, ocean-like pure Yin Spiritual Qi surged from the Yongquan point on her sole, pouring into the top of the pestle like a celestial river flowing backward, penetrating every inch of the material.

The jade pestle trembled, and Yu Linglong's delicate toes were made to tense straight and then curl by the vibration. The golden bell on her ankle chimed incessantly with the frequency of the Spiritual Qi flow, sending out ripples of crisp sounds in the quiet room.

After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Yu Linglong's breathing gradually became rapid, her jade feet trembled slightly, and a thin layer of sweat beaded on her forehead.

She glared at Ling Hao and scolded with a laugh: "Sect Master, to help you with your Breakthrough, I am truly exhausted. You must properly..."

Before she could finish, the jade pestle shook violently, emitting a clear Dragon roar, and suddenly grew to one foot!!!

The nine acupoints exploded with light simultaneously, transforming into nine brilliant star phantoms rotating around the body of the pestle.

The nine stars aligned, the Primordial Chaos returned to its place!

Ling Hao stood up, divine light like lightning in his eyes, and shouted in a deep voice: "I ask you all to assist me!"

He pressed his palms down into the void, and suddenly a majestic suction force surged from his whole body. Baili Rou and the other three who were slumped on the ground, Nangong Mei and Baili Qiao whose breath had not yet settled, Yu Lingling who was struggling to support herself, and Yu Linglong who was stepping on the jade pestle—

All eight women simultaneously felt the pure Yin Spiritual Qi inside them surge out uncontrollably, turning into eight rainbow lights of different colors, all pouring into the jade pestle.

After absorbing the pure Yin Spiritual Qi of the eight women, the nine-star phantoms shone brightly, then transformed into a sphere of Chaos-colored light, enveloping Ling Hao and the eight women together.

One incense stick, one hour, three incense sticks... two hours...

From inside the sphere of light came the intermittent painful groans and gasps of women, along with muffled grunts of teeth being clenched. Ling Hao's voice was sometimes low, sometimes high.

"Please... hold on a little longer!"

"Using the vessel to carry the Dao, Yin and Yang harmonize! Help me break through to the sixth level of Mahayana!"

Until the morning light pierced through the clouds, and the first ray of morning glow shone obliquely into the chamber from outside the window.

The sphere of light suddenly contracted inward, then exploded, revealing the scene within.

Ling Hao sat cross-legged in the center, suddenly opening his eyes, shooting two beams of solid divine light from his pupils, like lightning tearing through the long sky.

He let out a long howl toward the sky, and the Qi throughout his body erupted like a volcanic eruption! The barrier of the fifth level of Mahayana shattered at the sound, and the vast Spiritual Qi poured back in, condensing into a huge Primordial Chaos Dharma Image behind him.

Yin and Yang fish circled within it, rotating slowly, emitting a pressure that made the soul tremble.

The entire chamber trembled slightly under that pressure, and the dust on the window sill fell down with a rustle.

The sixth level of Mahayana, achieved!

All eight women were pushed away by that wave of Qi, collapsing onto the ground.

Baili Rou curled up in the corner, her light green dress soaked with sweat; Zhu Jin lay on her back, her red clothes rolled up messily at her waist.

Bai Zhi and Shu Lan were both lying on the stone table.

Nangong Mei lay on her side on the floor, a corner of her ochre-red gauze skirt rolled up to the root of her thigh, revealing snow-white skin; Baili Qiao lay prone on the other side, her ample hip line trembling slightly under her purple palace attire.

Yu Lingling sat against the wall, her head tilted slightly to one side, her breathing steady; Yu Linglong lay on her back on the floor, one foot curled, the other leg stretched out flat, her fair sole slightly upturned, her toes curling gently.

Everyone's hair was disheveled, their clothes in disarray, all drenched in fragrant sweat, soaked through, their faces dazed yet glowing, and their cultivation levels had all made small advancements.

They helped Ling Hao break through his Realm, and they themselves also gained significant benefits.

Ling Hao slowly withdrew his cultivation, and the huge Primordial Chaos Dharma Image dissipated like smoke and clouds.

He lowered his head and glanced at the eight women lying scattered on and off the couch; the eight women had already fallen into a deep sleep, their breathing even, their sleeping faces serene.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of Ling Hao's mouth: "You've worked hard."

He looked up toward the window. The morning light was shining through the gaps in the peach branches, gilding the mess in the room with a warm, golden layer.

On the distant mountain ridge line of Meigu Valley, the clouds were dyed a pale orange-red by the morning glow, and the chirping of birds came from deep within the peach forest, crisp and long.

"It is already the second day."

Ling Hao whispered to himself, then closed his eyes again, stabilizing the Realm he had just broken through to.

In the entire chamber, only eight steady and long breathing sounds remained, along with a lingering, exotic fragrance, floating slowly in the morning light.