Open the package.
Su Yang immediately spotted the glowing object.
It was that bronze mirror.
A dim yellow light emanated from its surface, where countless lines appeared.
Su Yang recognized it.
This was an improved cultivation technique diagram.
He compared it with the route diagram for 🟣Qingyang Breathing Technique🟪.
He discovered that the route had been modified in seven places.
Su Yang took a deep breath.
His hand gripped the bronze mirror tightly.
He had never expected that this unremarkable bronze mirror would possess such an ability.
It was undoubtedly a priceless treasure.
Su Yang turned the bronze mirror over and over, examining it.
But aside from the light on its surface, he noticed nothing else unusual.
He tried injecting the faint spiritual power in his body into the bronze mirror.
The bronze mirror still showed no reaction.
Su Yang fiddled with it for nearly half an hour, but couldn’t figure anything out.
He furrowed his brows and pondered.
Then he suddenly recalled the tales of immortals he had read at home.
In those stories, when the protagonist encountered a fortuitous opportunity and obtained a treasure, they would usually bind it by dripping blood on it.
Perhaps he could give it a try.
After a moment’s hesitation, Su Yang put his finger in his mouth and bit it open.
He smeared the blood welling from his finger across the mirror.
The next instant.
The bronze mirror suddenly burst into a dazzling array of colors.
Before Su Yang could react,
the bronze mirror transformed into a streak of light and shot straight into the space between his brows.
Su Yang felt something foreign force its way into his mind, followed by a flood of complex information.
The information came pouring in without end,
making his head feel swollen.
A moment later,
he had finally absorbed all the information that had surged into his mind.
He opened his eyes, astonishment and delight in his gaze.
The bronze mirror was called the Yuanchu Treasure Mirror. It was a spiritual treasure born at the dawn of chaos.
It possessed two Divine Abilities: Deduction and Creation.
The reason the cultivation technique route had corrected itself while he was practicing earlier was that the Yuanchu Treasure Mirror’s Deduction Divine Ability had been at work.
It had deduced a superior route for circulating energy based on Su Yang’s body.
As for its other Divine Ability, Creation,
the information’s description was brief.
The Creation Divine Ability could use the power of Creation to duplicate all things and improve them.
Unfortunately, the Creation Divine Ability first had to draw the power of Creation from the void.
It would take about another day before it could be used.
Otherwise, he would definitely have tried using it on a Ningyuan Pill.
Su Yang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
He couldn’t use the Creation Divine Ability for now, but he could continue using the Deduction Divine Ability.
He sat cross-legged again and continued circulating the modified 🟣Qingyang Breathing Technique🟪.
Once he had completed a full cycle,
the spiritual energy veered off its route again.
Su Yang silently sensed the changes in the route and found that this time, three more subtle adjustments had been made.
After each adjustment,
the speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy and converted it into spiritual power increased a little.
Su Yang was overjoyed.
He didn’t stop the Yuanchu Treasure Mirror from continuing its Deduction.
The cultivation technique’s route kept being adjusted and optimized.
After an unknown amount of time,
the route of spiritual energy circulation finally stabilized, with no further room for improvement.
The Deduction Divine Ability ceased to activate.
Su Yang opened his eyes and let out a long breath of stale air.
Then he could no longer hide his delight.
He even felt like bursting into laughter, but managed to hold it in.
The 🟣Qingyang Breathing Technique🟪 had been deduced beyond recognition.
Compared to the original, its circulation route had been completely reconstructed.
Even the creator of the 🟣Qingyang Breathing Technique🟪 probably wouldn’t recognize it anymore.
“I’ll call this cultivation technique the 🟣Yuanchu Qingyang Technique🟪.”
Su Yang settled on a name for his new cultivation technique.
Then he closed his eyes again and circulated energy through a full cycle using the new route.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him surged into his meridians at a terrifying speed, then transformed into spiritual power in his dantian.
This was at least ten times faster than before.
He remained awake all night.
Not until the horizon began to brighten
did Su Yang open his eyes, beaming with joy.
“Qi Refining, First Layer. I did it.”
Despite having a Five-Element Spiritual Root, he had broken through to Qi Refining, First Layer in a single night.
His speed was hardly inferior to that of those with a Heavenly Spiritual Root.
Su Yang felt the modest spiritual power within him, the corners of his mouth lifting.
Since entering the cultivation world, this was the day he had felt the most hopeful about the future.
With this kind of cultivation speed,
becoming an inner sect disciple would be no difficult feat.
Just then,
several shouts came from outside the door.
It was time for the servant disciples to get to work.
Su Yang stood up.
Despite having been awake all night, he didn’t feel tired at all.
When he went outside, someone led the servant disciples to their work site.
Su Yang was taken to the Spirit Ironwood Forest. The man tossed him an axe and turned to leave.
He picked up the axe and realized it was a spiritual artifact.
Then it dawned on him.
When they had first arrived, the servant disciples had been mortals. Without spiritual artifact axes, they couldn’t cut spirit wood at all.
But once they became Qi Refining cultivators,
cutting spirit wood with spiritual artifact axes would be much easier.
Su Yang tried chopping spirit ironwood without using spiritual power.
It was extremely difficult.
One strike from the axe left only a shallow notch.
It would take at least several hundred strikes to fell a single spirit tree.
Su Yang’s expression darkened.
If he hadn’t broken through to Qi Refining, First Layer last night, felling even a single spirit tree would have taken a long time.
He might have managed twenty trees, but forty would have been impossible.
Ding Yue and Pang Yue were trying to kill him!
Su Yang exhaled and circulated the spiritual power within him into his arms.
His arms immediately grew much stronger.
The axe came down, leaving a deep notch in the spirit ironwood.
After dozens of strikes,
a spirit ironwood tree crashed to the ground.
Su Yang was a little tired, but he didn’t stop.
One tree, two trees, three trees...
He chopped from dawn until noon, ate, then continued chopping from noon until dusk.
The sun was already sinking in the west
when he finally finished chopping down forty spirit ironwood trees.
By then, both his arms were numb, his muscles were twitching uncontrollably, and the spiritual power in his body was completely spent.
Looking at the spirit ironwood scattered across the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Even with the cultivation of Qi Refining, First Layer, this work was so difficult.
Su Yang didn’t dare imagine what things would have been like today if he hadn’t broken through yesterday.
He was just about to leave and call someone to haul away the spirit ironwood
when Ding Yue came strolling over.
He had come to inspect the servant disciples’ work.
He had deliberately come to Su Yang’s area, intending to punish him for failing to finish his work.
Instead, he saw spirit ironwood covering the ground.
He counted them.
There were exactly forty.
Ding Yue stopped short, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
He gave a forced smile.
“Tsk, I didn’t expect you to actually finish. I suppose you’ve trained in some mundane martial arts?”
Su Yang didn’t answer.
Ding Yue immediately lost interest. He turned to leave, but stopped after a couple of steps.
He turned back, a malicious smile on his face.
“You look like you’ve still got some strength left. The capable should do more, and forty trees is a bit too few.”
“Starting tomorrow, chop ten more.”
Su Yang abruptly raised his head and met Ding Yue’s eyes, which were full of mockery.
Ding Yue made no attempt to hide that he was deliberately making things difficult for him.
“What? You don’t want to? Then get off the mountain.”
Su Yang clenched his fists.
His chest burned with anger that he could barely suppress.
But in the end, he fell silent.
Ding Yue smiled in satisfaction. “That’s more like it. Keep up the good work.”
He left with a smile.
Su Yang stood where he was, watching Ding Yue’s back disappear from view.
His gaze was icy, murderous intent radiating from him.
“You old dog!”
“There’s plenty of time. I’ll kill you one day!”