Chapter 217 - Power of the Purple Flood Dragon Divine Thunder (1/2)

Chapter 217 Power of the Purple Flood Dragon Divine Thunder.

  

Chapter 217 – Power of the Purple Flood Dragon Divine Thunder

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Mu Qianyu was astonished beyond belief. The bottleneck between Bone Forging and Pulse Condensation was neither too great nor too insignificant. For a genius with great talent, the bottleneck wasn’t considered much. Despite this, it was normal for them to take several months to even half a year to overcome it.

These month long gaps couldn’t be underestimated. In a month, Lin Ming would become 16 years old.

There was a very big difference between breaking through to the Pulse Condensation period at 15, and breaking through to the Pulse Condensation period at 16.

Mu Qianyu had reached the Pulse Condensation period at 15 years of age. In Divine Phoenix Island, this was considered a first-class achievement. But now, she had actually tied with Lin Ming!

Thinking of Lin Ming’s ordinary mortal identity, Mu Qianyu felt a shiver crawl up her spine; what sort of monstrous genius was this? Compared to him, even the growth rate of her cultivation, which she was so arrogantly proud of, was eclipsed!

Needless to say, Lin Ming was also incomparably excited. Not too long ago, becoming a Pulse Condensation martial artist had only been a faraway dream. However, unbelievably, he had reached his goal of becoming a Pulse Condensation martial artist so quickly!

Lin Ming was thinking of revolving his true essence and officially breaking through to the Pulse Condensation period. But, at this moment, Mu Qianyu advised, “Lin Ming, the reason your meridians opened and connected was because of the power of thunder from the Purple Flood Dragon Divine Thunder, not due to your own accumulation of true essence; it could be considered a fortunate accident. If you use this as a stepping stone to breakthrough to the Pulse Condensation period, then it will cause your foundation to be unstable. My advice is that you don’t breakthrough to the Pulse Condensation period just yet. Wait for your Bone Forging true essence to gradually accumulate and naturally overflow. Then, it will spontaneously flood your meridians. Doing this will let you achieve the best results.”

Lin Ming paused, before immediately nodding. What Mu Qianyu said was right. When he had entered the Altering Muscle stage and the Bone Forging stage, his true essence had naturally overflowed and thus, he had spontaneously broken through to the next level. Through this way, his foundation would be the most solid and complete. Otherwise, if he were to use shortcuts to quickly improve, then even though his cultivation would experience a short-term increase, his foundation wouldn’t be steady. From then on, the further he cultivated, the more difficult it would become.

Mu Qianyu saw Lin Ming listen to her opinion, free from arrogance and ego, and slightly nodded.

As she fiddled with the fire, Mu Qianyu didn’t know what to say in this situation. The flames rose and whistled, and the firewood crackled under the heat of the flames.

As the soup boiled over the fire, fragrant waves wafted through the cave.

However, even though this soup smelled delicious, Mu Qianyu still lost interest in the yesterday’s savory soup. She understood that it was time for the two of them to part ways.

Her wound had healed, and there were still matters that she needed to attend to. This brief, fateful union of chance was about to come to an end.

The atmosphere fell into a silent lull. The night was dark, and within the dim cave there was only the sound of burning fire and the boiling of soup. The Vermillion Bird had fallen asleep in a corner. After Mu Qianyu restored her strength to its peak, she had transfered a massive amount of fire true essence into the Vermillion Bird. The Vermillion Bird’s wing was well on its way to a full recovery.

“Do you have any plans?” Mu Qianyu asked, as she saw Lin Min silently watching her.

“I have to return to my country. There’s a matter I have to settle.”

“You’re a disciple of the Seven Profound Valleys?” Mu Qianyu guessed this because the closet sect was the Seven Profound Valleys.

“Yes.” Lin Ming hesitated, and told it as it was.

“Oh…..” The truth was, Mu Qianyu very much wanted to ask Lin Ming if he would be willing to join her Divine Phoenix Island. The words were at the tip of her tongue, but she still hadn’t said anything. To have him betray his sect just because of a casual acquaintance, that was simply overdoing it. Moreover, since this young boy had obtained such results, she presumed that the Seven Profound Valleys had invested a great deal of resources in him.

“That’s right, I’ve been wanting to ask. Why did you want the Flood Dragon’s blood?” Lin Ming suddenly remembered, curious.

“It was to let Little Flame evolve,” Mu Qianyu explained, referring to the Vermillion Bird who quietly slept in the corner. Little Flame was obviously the Vermillion Bird’s name. “Little Flame is my life’s Saint Beast; our minds are connected with each other. I sensed that Little Flame was approaching maturity, and needed a Saint Spirit pill in order to quickly evolve. But, in order to refine a Saint Spirit Pill, I needed the blood of a Saint beast. I wouldn’t have come to Thundercrash Mountain if there had been any other way. Actually, I had already prepared lucrative terms of exchange, and I didn’t think that some blood from the Thunder Flood Dragon would be too big a loss for it. However, the Thunder Flood Dragon wasn’t willing to make the exchange, and we finally came to blows. I didn’t think that the Thunder Flood Dragon would have less than a hundred years of life remaining so it had fought with everything it had, causing me to suffer a major loss…..”

Thinking this, Mu Qianyu ruefully smiled. A Saint Beast had its own pride and arrogance; asking it to sell its blood was truly a grave insult.

“Oh…do you want to stay a few more days to let Little Flame’s wounds recover?” Lin Ming mumbled as he lowered his head, also fiddling with the fire.

In truth, as long as Mu Qianyu sustained the input of true essence into the Vermillion Bird, its wounds would be healed by tomorrow. But, as she was about to say this, a strange and unfamiliar feeling creeped into her heart, and she changed her words, “It may take two or three days….”