Chapter 9 - A Chi Deposition Pill (2/2)

Ye Chen’s body was coated with a silvery-white luster the likes of metallic glimmer as if his body had ballooned several times over; A cocoon of formidable Thunder-style energy flourished all over him and made his body look like it was about to turn transparent at any second.

It lasted only three seconds before Ye Chen fell short of breath due to the deficit of Celestial Chi within his dantian. As his face paled, Ye Chen quickly ended the technique, his hand clutching onto the edge of a table as he panted in large gasps.

‘The Primordial Thunder Body’s reputation as a ‘ruthless’ technique isn’t an exaggeration at all!’ Imagine using other martial techniques while under the influence of Primordial Thunder Body— the impact of an attack with any possible technique would have been increased to lethal levels!

Quite unfortunately, the limits of someone with Fourth Stage Celestial Chi managed to cut the duration of the Primordial Thunder Body such that the Thunder Body manifested could only last three seconds at most.

Nonetheless, Ye Chen was beyond being elated. After all, even an Eighth Stage master like his father had exhausted three years just to get the Thunder Body to start!

“If I intend to apply this into an actual battle, then my Thunder Body would have to last a few seconds more!” Ye Chen thought. Three seconds was obviously too short for it to be useful, and what’s more: Despite the endless supply of Celestial Chi from the Flying Dagger, activating Primordial Thunder Body required all of the Celestial Chi to course through the practitioner’s dantian. If it was not for the existence of that Flying Dagger, it would have been impossible for Ye Chen to even bring its effect into a physical form.

It seemed that Ye Chen’s body was still not used to the high toll Primordial Thunder Body was accustomed to exerting… yet!

He quickly sat down into a cross-legged position and absorbed every ounce of wildly-coursing Celestial Chi the Flying Dagger provided. It did not even take a long time before Ye Chen’s empty dantian was once again completely filled with Celestial Chi again.

Normally, a Fourth Stage cultivator would have to meditate for hours as they try to gather as much Celestial Chi from nature to cover the Celestial Chi deficit in their dantian. In fact, the higher a person’s Celestial Chi Stage was, the longer this replenishing process would take. Yet, for Ye Chen, all it took was just fifteen minutes.

His eyes sprang open as soon as his dantian was ready—’Time to practice Primordial Thunder Body again!’

‘This Flying Dagger is incredible!’ Ye Chen’s mind raced. The Flying Dagger would surely avail his cultivation speed by ten or even more folds!

‘Primordial Thunder Body!’

Hence, every time Ye Chen executed Primordial Thunder Body, he would immediately sit down to recover his Celestial Chi so that he could launch into another session again and again. As the amount of time he practiced increased, Ye Chen could sense that the Celestial Chi became compact as it swirled in his dantian. If he was not mistaken, he should already be in the middle of Fourth Stage Celestial Chi. Even the duration of his Thunder Body had improved from three seconds to around four seconds.

For some reason, despite the repetitive nature of his training regimen, Ye Chen had not felt a single pang of fatigue. As a matter of fact, he felt more and more spirited and energized. A quick glance at the clock showed that it was already past midnight, yet the young man had a feeling that he could do this until dawn.

…

In Ye Moyang’s private quarters.

“Father, what did you make out of that punk, Ye Chen’s words? Do you think Ye Zhantian and his son prepared a strategy?”

Frankly, Ye Kongyan was already quite ecstatic at the thought of being this close to the title of Successor Patriarch. At that point, the person who would eventually possess that title could not be anyone but him. Yet, he was still clear-headed enough to know that before he obtained the ancestral stamp seal, his dream as a Successor Patriarch remained unfulfilled.

“Ye Chen’s meridian channels had already been completely severed, so he’s completely out of commission no matter what. As for the rest of the contenders… They are simply below you, so they shouldn’t pose as a threat either. However, we cannot risk being too self-assured as I’m sure Ye Zhantian, Ye Zhanlong and the rest of his gang would try to raise some competition from your juniors. This is why, after giving this some thought, I’ve come to conclude that we should neutralize absolutely any chance of unsolicited outcome of the match. To make sure that happens, I’m to ensure that you attain the Sixth Stage by the end of this seven-days-wait.” A flash of cruel glimmer flickered in Ye Moyang’s eyes.

“What? It’s impossible to attain the Sixth Stage within seven days!” Ye Kongyan cried out, horrified.

“Oh, but why would it be so…when you have this?” Ye Moyang smiled briefly and took out a box with an embroidered silk cover. When he opened it, there was only a singular red pill sitting in the middle of the box spreading its palatable aroma.

Recognizing the pill, Ye Kongyan was moved. “F-father, this can’t be a Chi Deposition Pill, can it?”

“You’re right. This is a Chi Deposition Pill.”

There was a sharp intake of breath from Ye Kongyan. “B-but I heard that a single Chi Deposition Pill could trade in hundreds of Chi-amassing Pills. Where did you get this from, Father?”

It was hard to not be this motivated. Ye Kongyan was already at the height of the Fifth Stage, with only a very small gap to close in before he attained the Sixth Stage. With the help of a Chi Deposition Pill, he might be able to truly cross the line this time, right before the big match.

“Not as hard as you might think. All it takes is perfecting the art of forming a pact…This is but a gift in advance from the House of Yun,” Ye Moyang replied, his voice cold of antipathy.

“What sort of pact?”

“When you’ve become the Patriarch of the House of Ye, you’ll automatically transfer ownership of the mining hill behind Ye Castle to the House of Yun.”

“But there’s no way I can be the Patriarch right now!”

“No way?! Tell me. When you’ve assumed the role of a Successor Patriarch and that bastard Ye Zhantian will die of a sudden, unnatural cause. Who would automatically assume the position of the Patriarch according to ancestral laws?”

Hearing Ye Moyang’s words, Ye Kongyan felt a chill in his heart as sweat broke out from his back. He finally understood his father’s plan.

Ye Moyang stared straight into Ye Kongyan’s eyes and uttered, “Do not fail me, son.”

“U-understood!” Ye Kongyan fell to his knees and groveled before his father.

Then, after receiving the pill from Ye Moyang, Ye Kongyan tipped his chin backward and swallowed it.

The night was quiet and dark but lights were still flickering in Ye Chen’s cabin.

He was still practicing both the Thunder Emperor Technique as well as the Primordial Thunder Body, and when he needed a change in pace, he revised on his other two techniques until his body could perform them skillfully. Although he was still in the Mid-Fourth Stage, Ye Chen believed that he could actually match any Fifth Stage pugilist in power by now due to how condensed his Celestial Chi had become as well as being increasingly adept in all three martial techniques he had learned.

To be honest, Ye Chen was not even sure how strong he had become because the Celestial Chi coursing in his body was quite unlike the Celestial Chi most fighters usually gathered from nature. At that moment, Ye Chen could not find someone to spar with without risking the fact that he was healed; he simply could not. Before the day of the Grand Ancestral Worshipping Ceremony, Ye Chen would have to continue his pretense so that Ye Moyang would never know that his meridian channels had already recovered!