LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 25:
Chapter 25: Seven Days of Agony:
Breaking through the Nascent Soul Realm.
Lu Ye successfully advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm and immediately returned to the Bai Lan Peak of the Dao Sect, entering a period of seclusion.
It seemed he was fine.
But in reality…
Lu Ye forced a grin, enduring a pain so intense it was almost exhilarating.
Yet, compared to the pain brought by the chaotic venom he had once endured, the amplified sensations from the Primordial Morning Mist seemed manageable.
It was tolerable.
He wouldn’t die.
Sitting cross-legged, Lu Ye’s muscles twitched and contorted.
Chu Ling sat outside Lu Ye’s door, guarding him—though it was utterly useless.
Yue Hongling awoke.
At first, she was disoriented. Then, with a start, she sat up on her bed.
“Master, how is my senior brother?” Yue Hongling asked urgently.
Bai Qiulan replied gently, “Hongling, don’t worry too much. He’s fine now.”
“Seven days have passed?”
“Not even close. It’s been just over a day.”
“That’s not right!” Yue Hongling’s face turned pale.
“The Primordial Morning Mist lasts at least seven days before dissipating. During this time, the heightened sensory effects persist for a full seven days.”
Sun Ruowei, standing quietly to the side, pricked up her ears to listen.
“It lasts for seven days. It’s true that he would’ve felt pain while forming his Nascent Soul Realm, but now that he has successfully advanced, there shouldn’t be any more pain. So, what’s the issue?” Bai Qiulan asked, puzzled.
“The Primordial Morning Mist is incredibly oppressive. Even without any physical pain, its presence alone can cause excruciating agony. Every breath feels like molten lava pouring down your throat. Every training session feels like being stabbed by a thousand needles. Even a gentle breeze feels like being flayed alive,” Yue Hongling explained.
“Master, think about it. The poisons capable of affecting my senior brother are incredibly rare. How could it be that simple?”
Bai Qiulan fell silent.
Indeed, very few things in the world could affect someone like Lu Ye, who had reached the Heavenly Sovereign Realm.
“But your senior brother appears completely unbothered,” Bai Qiulan replied.
Yue Hongling furrowed her brows deeply.
Why was this happening?
“Master, does my senior brother often endure pain?” Yue Hongling asked.
“Of course not! He’s so powerful—who could possibly inflict pain upon him?” Bai Qiulan immediately dismissed the idea.
Lu Ye was invincible, a peerless force. Countless prodigies and powerful beings had knelt before him.
Even the fiercest battles never seemed to cause him unbearable pain.
“Then how is he enduring this?” Yue Hongling asked, her voice trembling with frustration.
“Isn’t this a good thing? If he can endure such pain, it’s a testament to his resilience,” Bai Qiulan reassured her.
At least Yue Hongling hadn’t caused Lu Ye’s demise.
By now, Bai Qiulan could clearly see Yue Hongling’s deep affection for Lu Ye.
Before her rebirth, Yue Hongling had been fixated on Feng Wuxie. But after being reborn, her heart was entirely occupied by Lu Ye.
Bai Qiulan didn’t even dare to imagine what Yue Hongling would become if Lu Ye truly died because of her.
“Are you absolutely sure my senior brother is fine?” Yue Hongling pressed.
“He’s really fine!”
Yue Hongling stood up abruptly. “No, I have to stay by his side!”
She rushed to Lu Ye’s door. Chu Ling glanced at her before Yue Hongling plopped down beside her.
Chu Ling: ???
“I’ll stay here with you to guard senior brother.”
Chu Ling: …
Bai Qiulan, watching the two foolish girls, shook her head helplessly.
It was over for Yue Hongling—there was no saving her now.
Meanwhile, Sun Ruowei’s eyes sparkled as she stared at the back of Bai Qiulan’s head. She had overheard something intriguing.
There were only a handful of poisons capable of affecting Lu Ye?
Lu Ye was this strong—who could cause him pain?
Wait, wasn’t Lu Ye merely at the Nascent Soul Realm? From the way Bai Qiulan and Yue Hongling spoke, it sounded like he was at least in the Unity Realm.
What was really going on?
Feeling the scorching gaze on the back of her head, Bai Qiulan rubbed her temples in frustration.
Her figure disappeared in an instant.
“Hey, don’t run!” Sun Ruowei shouted, but she couldn’t catch up.
Bai Qiulan, after shaking off Sun Ruowei, instinctively arrived at a place.
It was Lu Ye’s favorite training spot.
Verdant hills and lush greenery surrounded her.
Unconcerned, Bai Qiulan sat down, her white dress spreading out around her like blooming petals.
She quietly gazed at the serene landscape, though her mind kept replaying Yue Hongling’s question.
“Master, does my senior brother often endure pain?”
She had answered with a firm no.
But now…
Bai Qiulan suddenly realized that Lu Ye had endured pain. Before he acquired the Lunar Transformation Technique, he could only transfer the chaotic venom’s effects through the Yin-Yang Technique.
Who bore the transferred pain?
The answer was obvious.
Sometimes, when Lu Ye couldn’t bear the pain, he became uncontrollably violent, leaving Bai Qiulan unable to withstand him.
She had resisted, pitied, and admired him all at once.
During that time, Lu Ye endured tremendous suffering. Each time, he carried the chaotic venom away, leaving Bai Qiulan unaware of the venom’s true torment.
Could it be…
No, if it was truly unbearable pain, why would Lu Ye seem to relish it?
Each time, he sought her out voluntarily.
It couldn’t be due to the chaotic venom.
The more Bai Qiulan thought about it, the more uneasy she became. She forced herself to calm down, letting the mountain breeze wash over her as she began to meditate.
…
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
Not only had Lu Ye withstood the Primordial Morning Mist, but he had also refined a trace of it into his Nascent Soul Realm.
Though it was a minuscule amount, it would be a terrifying weapon against future enemies.
For now, it was an additional tool in his arsenal.
Later, when he ventured to the Primal Misty Heavens, he could fully absorb it, gaining another powerful method.
Until he experienced it firsthand, Lu Ye hadn’t realized how potent the Primordial Morning Mist could be.
He lightly traced a small wound on his arm, nearly collapsing from the soul-wrenching pain.
After enduring seven days, he felt as if he had been reborn.
Looking at his own Nascent Soul Realm, a miniature version of himself—lifelike and vivid—he couldn’t help but smile.
A Holy Infant.
A Holy Giant Infant.
Continuing his cultivation, Lu Ye realized that as he advanced further, Yue Hongling and Chu Ling would lag behind.
By then, they would be worlds apart, and he wanted to see if they would despair.
Honestly, advancing this far without undergoing trials felt strange to him.
But what trials were there left?
He lacked neither state of mind nor understanding of the Dao.
As for treasures, any unclaimed ones were his by default. He could snatch them in the morning, modify the guardian formations in the afternoon, and return by evening.
What trials could such a life offer?
Suddenly, Lu Ye sensed a familiar sensation.
He paused, a smile spreading across his face.
“Respected Master, has your chaotic venom returned?”
Though the Lunar Transformation Technique could dissolve the venom, the purified energy needed a release.
Otherwise, as it dissolved in one place, it would condense in another, rendering the effort pointless.