Pill Hall.
Lu Hengge arrived at his personal alchemy chamber.
Within the Three Thousand Dao Sect, aside from Elder Yao, the hall master himself, only Lu Hengge possessed a private alchemy room—and it was extremely luxurious.
“Three-Flame Flower.”
“Strongbone Bamboo.”
“Purple Orchid Thousand-Leaf Grass.”
…
Lu Hengge skillfully retrieved herbs from the cabinet. Though not considered rare, these herbs were excellent for healing physical injuries and strengthening the body.
In his previous life, Lu Hengge focused on both the sword path and alchemy, so he didn’t make use of such herbs. Yet within this alchemy room, there were numerous body-strengthening materials—most of them originally prepared for Ye Feng.
Speaking of Ye Feng, he cultivated both body and demonic techniques.
Back then, Lu Sheng personally brought him into the Three Thousand Dao Sect and helped open his meridians. Unexpectedly, that trash Ye Feng only opened three meridians during his first attempt, and even after consuming large quantities of rare pills, his total number of meridians still didn’t exceed thirty.
By traditional cultivation standards, Ye Feng was outright garbage.
But as Heaven’s Chosen and the one selected by the system, even though his meridian development was a disaster, it didn’t slow his shocking cultivation speed at all.
Too few meridians? Then cultivate the body.
Lacking spiritual Qi? Then turn to demonic energy.
In other words, physical cultivation and demonic Qi perfectly compensated for his shortcomings.
Lu Hengge still remembered clearly the final battle between them in his previous life. By then, Ye Feng’s physical body had reached perfection, becoming the only immortal-level flesh body under the heavens. In terms of physical cultivation, Ye Feng truly had an advantage few could match.
But… this life was different.
Lu Hengge was also going to cultivate the body!
Body cultivation was the harshest path—typically chosen only by those whose meridians were innately flawed. But if one could break through the limits of the body and temper the internal organs, blood, and bones to the utmost, they could ultimately achieve a physically immortal body with ease.
Why?
Because of the constraints of this world!
The spiritual Qi of this realm was insufficient for ascension. Combined with the interference of the Heavenly Dao, a cultivator’s limit was the peak of the Great Ascension Realm—no further progress possible.
But the body was different.
Body cultivators did not rely on external power, but rather demanded everything from themselves.
By surpassing their limits again and again, undergoing ultimate refinement, the flesh itself reached transcendence. In this process, spiritual Qi played only a minor role. The source of this chapter is NovelPing.
Throughout history, there had only been one recorded body cultivator who achieved physical immortality.
In Lu Hengge’s previous life, Ye Feng became the second.
Lu Hengge’s eyes burned as he stared at the herbs before him. “This life, I too shall attain an immortal body!”
Ye Feng certainly had a significant advantage in physical cultivation, but it was Lu Hengge who helped him reach that level over five hundred years.
If not for Lu Hengge acting as a mobile alchemy station—refining body-tempering pills daily for his dear junior brother—Ye Feng would have needed at least a thousand years to achieve physical immortality.
Even if those pills had been fed to a pig, it would’ve soared to the heavens.
Let alone a person like Ye Feng.
Then again, Ye Feng’s system was garbage. Despite having all the right conditions—time, place, and support—he still had to rely on schemes and underhanded tricks to kill Lu Hengge. That so-called system didn’t seem all that impressive.
BOOM!
Alchemy flames ignited.
As an 8th-grade alchemist, Lu Hengge’s fire was naturally extraordinary. Even without spiritual Qi, the light purple flame danced around him as if it had its own spirit before diving obediently beneath the cauldron.
In just moments, the pile of herbs was refined into glossy pills.
The rich medicinal aroma filled the entire alchemy chamber.
“Still got the skill,” Lu Hengge said with satisfaction.
In his last life, after the long struggle against Ye Feng, he became obsessed with cultivation and gradually neglected alchemy.
Now reborn, with his refining skills still intact, that was enough.
“Brat, where’s your spiritual Qi?”
Suddenly, a hoarse, aged voice rang out.
The speaker had a head of white hair, eyes dim with age, and his cultivation wasn’t any weaker than Lu Sheng’s—in fact, he seemed to have faintly touched the threshold of the Great Ascension Realm. A powerhouse like him should’ve had a lifespan of over 10,000 years, but deathly Qi now coiled around him.
Lu Hengge turned to the old man with a complicated look, then respectfully bowed. “Elder Yao.”
Yao Fan.
Pill Hall Master of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.
The only peak 8th-grade alchemist in the entire realm.
But those weren’t the reasons Lu Hengge held such respect. Find the original chapter at g.com.
To him, Yao Fan was more like a master—he taught Lu Hengge everything about alchemy and even guided his cultivation.
This old man, now burdened by deathly Qi, was the only one who had truly treated Lu Hengge well.
Unfortunately, Yao Fan had died far too early.
In Lu Hengge’s previous life, after being falsely accused and locked in the Sword Prison for a hundred years, he emerged only to find Elder Yao had already passed away.
Later, from the sect master, he learned that before passing, Elder Yao had worried about Lu Hengge’s inability to cultivate in the Sword Prison. He had painstakingly refined many pills and asked the sect master to deliver them.
But those pills ended up in Ye Feng’s hands.
In this world, Elder Yao was the only one who could temporarily suppress the killing intent in Lu Hengge’s heart.
Before Lu Hengge could straighten from his bow, the aroma of the pills drifted over, and Elder Yao suddenly grabbed his wrist.
“Over half your blood is gone… bones shattered… 108 meridians all destroyed,” Elder Yao muttered, his white brows deeply furrowed. “Brat, which powerhouse did you offend?”
Such injuries were not easy to treat.
Lu Hengge smiled calmly, “I destroyed my cultivation myself. I didn’t offend any powerhouse.”
“You destroyed it yourself?” Elder Yao’s eyes showed shock.
Knowing Lu Hengge’s temperament, he would never do something so reckless without reason. Something must have happened.
“Tell me everything,” Elder Yao said seriously.
“I was falsely accused of colluding with the demon race. I was tired of explaining, tired of meaningless defenses. So I chose to destroy my cultivation and sever my ties with Lu Sheng. From now on, I’m just an ordinary mortal.”
Lu Hengge gave a simple summary in just a few lines. No need for details—explaining too much would only cause annoyance.
Elder Yao sneered, “Colluding with the demon race? People actually believed such nonsense? The Three Thousand Dao Sect has truly gone downhill!”
“And Lu Sheng… what a fool. Couldn’t even see through such a simple setup—what a disgrace of a master!”
Lu Hengge didn’t mind.
Sooner or later, all these people would die.
Why waste energy being angry at corpses?
Elder Yao cursed up a storm, more furious than Lu Hengge himself. Eventually, his throat dried out and he asked, “Your meridian damage is severe. You may not be able to cultivate for some time. What’s your plan?”
External injuries were easy to heal. The real problem was the meridians.
Lu Hengge had nothing to hide from Elder Yao. “I plan to enter the Sword Prison to cultivate the Sword Bone Physique.”