A Night of Desperation-Chapter 530: Entry Four

At the same time, the Black Mark’s prompt arrived silently.

’Heart Shattering Palm has reached perfection, acquiring the trait: Weakness Strike.’

’Weakness Strike (When facing an opponent no more than one energy level above oneself, can detect their weaknesses within five minutes.)’

"A rather standard trait." Yu Hong was not very satisfied with this, but the trait was meant for his fusion experiments, and now he had filled all ten slots, so he simply re-entered his consciousness space.

He glanced at the rest of his current traits.

Yu Hong pondered for a moment, and moved this Weakness Strike, along with the previous Tiger Form, together.

Pop.

The two gray-white light orbs instantly fused into one, and the surface of the new light orb displayed a countdown: 5 hours and 12 minutes.

After completing this task, Yu Hong exited the consciousness space and took out the Hundred Treasures Bag he had obtained before.

Using the Hundred Treasures Bag was simple: just reach in through the bag’s opening and think of the item you want to take out.

Yu Hong took out a white jade porcelain bottle containing the Foundation Establishment Pills and called for a Speed Man to wait outside, ready to open the door for Quan He.

He himself swallowed a Foundation Establishment Pill in one gulp, preparing to break through the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer and elevate his foundation platform.

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Elsewhere, within the devastated ruins of Wanxue Palace.

A skinny figure, charred black as if burned by flames, was slowly walking step by step on the ruins.

The shadowy figure wore tattered Daoist robes, with a faint mark belonging to Qinghe Mountain on the cuffs.

In his hand, he held a slender sword with jagged edges.

"A variance... appears again..." The figure sighed lightly, raising the black longsword in his hand.

"Even reaching the Immortal Realm, what then? It can only break the balance here, serving no other purpose...."

He walked step by step out of the Wanxue Palace, where hordes of strange sword cultivators in Daoist robes awaited.

These sword cultivators had sallow faces with eerie, stiff smiles, holding longswords as they silently approached the ruins of Wanxue Palace.

But all these strange sword cultivators were stopped by an invisible circular boundary when they reached a certain distance from Wanxue Palace.

The entire Wanxue Palace seemed like it was covered by a giant transparent bowl, shielding it.

The emaciated shadow finally approached these strange sword cultivators.

Hiss!

Threads of black extended from the figure’s body, like strands of iron wire, streaking like lightning towards the strange sword cultivators.

Pop pop pop pop.

Amidst the dense sound of penetration, masses of sword cultivators collapsed and exploded into black mist, dissipating entirely.

The shadowy figure also silently walked a circle around Wanxue Palace, thoroughly clearing the strange sword cultivators pressing in from outside.

"Feng Xuezi."

Suddenly, a short figure with a huge humplike burden on his back appeared behind the shadowy figure.

It was the Corrupt Pedlar.

No one knew when he appeared or how he approached the other.

It was as if he suddenly added a stroke to a complete oil painting.

He abruptly appeared less than five meters behind the emaciated figure.

"Are you planning to eliminate potential threats?" the Corrupt Pedlar asked with a peculiar smile.

"Why not?" The emaciated figure turned around, looking at him. "I sacrificed everything to maintain such balance. If this fragile balance were broken, everything would be destroyed."

"So you reject all outside factors?" the Corrupt Pedlar said.

"Better to enjoy a slow death than face instant collapse...." Feng Xuezi said coldly.

"Don’t you have confidence in those two talents?" the Corrupt Pedlar asked softly.

"No." Feng Xuezi admitted frankly. "With the Heavenly Venerate missing and even the Golden Immortal eroded, what use are two mere Immortal Seeds, even if they achieve immortality by tomorrow? They’d end up like me, trapped here, slaughtering Chaos Bodies day after day."

"How tragic...." The Corrupt Pedlar lowered his head. "So when do you plan to eliminate those two?"

"Same as before. At the one-year mark." Feng Xuezi replied indifferently.

The Corrupt Pedlar said no more, turning around, a large black hole appeared out of nowhere in front of him, resembling a door for him to enter.

But before entering, he halted.

"Actually, I think... these people, this time, are different from before...."

"There’s no difference. Merely better aptitude, nothing more." Feng Xuezi responded coldly.

The Corrupt Pedlar said no more, only letting out a strange laugh as he walked slowly into the black hole.

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Crack.

A bolt of blue lightning descended from the sky, striking heavily on Yu Hong’s head, only to be easily dissipated by the protective Inner Strength of Chaotic God Heavenly Eye Skill.

The next second, Yu Hong, sitting cross-legged, felt a peculiar cool sensation swiftly enter through his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

As soon as the sensation entered, it stimulated the Qingyuan Heavenly River Miao Method True Qi within him to accelerate its circulation.

Realizing this, Yu Hong quickly began visualizing the three-dimensional Foundation Establishment Platform according to the Foundation Establishment Stage technique.

The Foundation Establishment Platform of Qinghe Mountain was refined by countless predecessors to near perfection.

It could be said that, in terms of safety and cost-effectiveness, it far surpassed all other cultivation method platforms.

This was according to Yu Xuezi, for Yu Hong had not encountered other sect’s Foundation Establishment Techniques, so he was skeptical.

Soon, the cool sensation merged with the True Qi, gradually slowing its circulation speed.

The True Qi became more sluggish, like cement mixed with water.

At the same time, the outside world injected a massive amount of newly absorbed life force to maintain the internal True Qi concentration pressure.

After over ten minutes.

Yu Hong, eyes closed against the dense forest, abruptly opened them.

A flash of brilliance flickered in his eyes but soon faded back into plain serenity.

"Foundation Establishment Stage, accomplished!"

He sighed in relief and stood up.

At this moment, his True Qi had transformed into another kind of special power. It was the power recognized as True Yuan.

The True Yuan surged, rapidly emerging from his outstretched fingertip, condensing into a blinding white light.

Besides this, Yu Hong could also feel that the True Yuan of the Foundation Establishment Stage was slowly but steadily merging and assimilating the Inner Strength from the Chaotic God Heavenly Eye Skill.

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This process was slow, but the inner power from the Chaotic God Heavenly Eye Skill offered no resistance, clearly indicating a quality gap between the two.

"Congratulations, junior brother, on successfully taking the first big step in cultivation!" Bai Sheng stepped out from the dark, smiling as he clasped his hands together.

"Thank you, senior brother, but this is just the first step, far too early for the Immortal Realm." Yu Hong responded with a good mood, smiling.

"True, but you should now visit our master. The formal Foundation Establishment means you should have a Taoist name of your own." Bai Sheng reminded him.

"Ah, right, there’s also something I haven’t confessed to the master. Might as well clear it up too." Yu Hong replied, storing the fingertip light ball, as he thought it was time to reveal his fake name.

Thus, the two flew from the woods towards Wanxue Palace one after another.

Yu Hong could finally fly.

The True Yuan surged through his entire body, and with the application of a simple levitation spell, he rose into the air, soaring with the wind.

The ease of it brought a sense of wonder to him.

After cultivating so many techniques and learning various system knowledge, it was only now that he could finally rely on himself to hover and fly.

The two quickly arrived at Wanxue Palace.

Quan He and Hei Ying were already waiting in the main hall. Their teacher Yu Xuezi was facing a painting hanging on the wall, speaking with a pensive look.

Upon sensing their arrival.

Yu Xuezi turned around, a charming smile on his face.

"It seems your cultivation has thoroughly stabilized, Yu Hu."

"Master..." Yu Hong landed, just about to disclose his assumed name situation.

"I’ve already thought of Taoist names for you." Yu Xuezi impatiently interrupted him, speaking out.

"Quan He will be Quan Hezi, and you will be Yu Huzi, what do you think?"

"....."

Both Quan He and Yu Hong fell silent.

"What? Don’t like it? Actually, my master gave me and my senior brother such names too, it’s a tradition of the Wanxue Palace lineage." Yu Xuezi questioned.

"Quan Hezi is fine, but this Yu Huzi for me...." Yu Hong could barely hold on, speaking. "Master, I once had a Taoist name, Zheng Rou, can we continue using it?"

"Zheng Rou... not bad either, balanced and gentle, meaningful, so Zheng Rou, then." Yu Xuezi nodded with a smile.

Quan He didn’t mind her Taoist name being Quan Hezi, as it had already been her name, so there was no objection to keeping it.

After a ritual ceremony, the two were officially registered and became a part of the Wanxue Palace lineage.

The few celebrated briefly in the spacious Taoist Palace,

fruit wine, beast meat, unknown wild vegetables, alongside some apple-banana-like fruits.

This was the best cuisine this Mining Star had.

After dinner, Yu Hong stood by the window, listening to Senior Brother Bai Sheng singing from behind.

Hei Ying played a lute resembling a pipa, accompanying with a smile.

Yu Xuezi tapped a bowl with chopsticks to chime in.

An silver-black robot stood by, continuously serving them wine.

"If it weren’t for all the chaos, the life here is actually quite nice, right?" Quan He approached from the side, speaking softly.

"Perhaps." Yu Hong nodded. Looking up at the night sky.

Beside the round moon at night, a black square ship was slowly flying towards a pale red satellite.

"That’s an automatic ore transport ship, usually transporting once a year to the satellite, where it is further refined, waiting for the main artery ship to come by and collect." Yu Xuezi joined in from the back, observing the ship as well, filled with emotion.

"Master, actually there’s something I haven’t told you." Yu Hong spoke out.

"What is it?"

"Actually, my real name is not Yu Hu, but Yu Hong." Yu Hong confessed.

"Is that so? No problem, it’s a trivial matter. Anyone in your situation would be cautious about revealing their true name, I understand." Yu Xuezi waved it off, unbothered.

"Master, didn’t you say you hate liars the most!?" Bai Sheng came over from behind, shocked.

"Indeed, but your junior brother had legitimate reasons, right? If not for his careful and cautious nature, he wouldn’t have survived to meet you two here." Yu Xuezi chuckled.

"Master, you!!!?" Bai Sheng showed a baffled expression.

He recalled being beaten for lying in the past and, seeing the now-kind expression of Yu Xuezi, felt it hard to maintain composure.

"By the way, is there an elder in our lineage named Feng Xuezi?" Quan He suddenly asked from the side.

"Feng Xuezi..." Yu Xuezi was taken aback.