Chapter 19: The Divine Medicine Emerges
Qingyun Sect.
At the peak of Chixiao Peak—
Daoist Qingxuan exited seclusion only once a week to give a lecture, each session lasting two hours. Afterward, he would dedicate another hour to answer any questions his disciples had encountered during their cultivation.
At this moment, the disciples of Chixiao Peak were gathered under a venerable pine tree whose age was immeasurable. The lecture had concluded, and it was now time for inquiries.
Lu Changtian was the first to stand, performing a respectful kneeling salute before addressing the figure in green robes under the pine tree. “Master, it’s said that the Sect Leader’s direct disciple, Zhao Lingtian, was struck by a magic cultivator, shattering his dantian. The Sect Leader has been spending exorbitantly to find a solution. Is it true that there’s no way to restore a shattered dantian?”
The question caused varied reactions among the other disciples under the pine tree. After all, Zhao Lingtian wasn’t the only one who had suffered such a fate—there was also their former Fifth Junior Sister, Li Qingran.
Daoist Qingxuan cracked open his eyes slightly and stroked his beard before responding calmly, “It’s not that a dantian cannot be repaired. It merely requires a particular ancient divine medicine. With that medicine, even a completely destroyed dantian can be restored. Without it, it’s as hard as ascending to the heavens!”
“What kind of medicine, Master?”
“The Primordial Heaven-Mending Pill,” Qingxuan answered solemnly.
The crowd exchanged stunned glances, feeling a surge of awe just from hearing the name.
A priceless treasure!
Qingxuan began to elaborate:
“When all beings are born, their dantian is fixed—an unchangeable constant. The quality of each person’s dantian varies, influencing the capacity and purity of spiritual qi it can hold. While a dantian’s impact on innate talent isn’t as pronounced as a spiritual root, as cultivation progresses to deeper levels, the differences in dantian quality become increasingly evident when two cultivators of similar aptitude and cultivation face off.
“In ancient times, when spiritual qi was abundant, dantians were classified into nine grades, with Ninth Grade being the lowest and First Grade the highest. A First Grade dantian could accommodate vast amounts of spiritual qi, refining it swiftly and to an unparalleled purity. Back then, the quality of a disciple’s dantian often determined their ultimate potential, making it a critical criterion for sect recruitment.”
“Then, Master, how would you grade my dantian?”
Zhang Hanxiao stepped forward confidently, patting his abdomen twice. He believed his dantian was exceptional—his cultivation speed was fast, and his spiritual qi fairly robust.
However, Qingxuan merely glanced at him sideways and scoffed, “You?”
“Ungraded.”
Zhang Hanxiao: “...”
Laughter erupted under the pine tree, leaving Zhang Hanxiao mortified, wishing he could disappear into the ground.
Then Qingxuan continued, “What are you all laughing at? Most of you are ungraded as well. Only Lu Changtian’s dantian barely qualifies as Seventh Grade. In the ancient era, when spiritual qi was abundant, you would have been relegated to cleaning up after the sect’s spirit beasts! Only now, in the spiritually desolate Cangyun Realm, does dantian quality matter less than spiritual roots or external tools, giving you the chance to become inner disciples or even direct disciples.” ＲÀ𝐍ՕBĘs
The laughter subsided, replaced by somber expressions.
Having crushed their spirits thoroughly, Qingxuan finally brought the topic back on track. “A cultivator’s dantian is fixed. Once shattered, it cannot be restored—just like water spilled on the ground cannot be retrieved. However, the heavens always leave a trace of hope. In ancient times, an alchemist refined the Primordial Heaven-Mending Pill by uncovering this faint thread of possibility. This divine medicine can turn the unchangeable into the changeable. Not only can it restore a shattered dantian, but it can even improve its quality. And that’s merely the effect of the mortal-grade pill! Who knows what the celestial-grade version can achieve? Perhaps only that ancient alchemist would know.”
The disciples all looked hopeful. If they could acquire a single Primordial Heaven-Mending Pill and offer it to the Sect Leader, they might never have to worry about cultivation resources again.
“Next month, a minor ancient secret realm will open in Zhongzhou. It’s said to have not only battlefields for demonic beasts but also the caves of ancient cultivators. Perhaps such a divine medicine could be found there?” Lu Changtian’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. As someone with a Seventh Grade dantian, obtaining the pill might elevate him to Sixth or even Fifth Grade.
“You may try your luck,” Qingxuan nodded. He didn’t hold much hope. Such a pill was rare even in ancient times, let alone in a minor secret realm. Still, exploring the realm would provide valuable experience and resources, so he refrained from discouraging them.
“Today’s lecture ends here. Return to your caves.”
Qingxuan waved his sleeve to dismiss the disciples.
But just then—
Boom!
A pillar of green light shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds above Wanqing Mountain. It continued to ascend, splitting the heavens as if it were a divine column connecting the earth and the heavens.
Every cultivator in the Cangyun Realm looked up in shock, their expressions shifting dramatically.
“Spiritual light forming a column, medicinal fragrance filling the air! A divine pill has emerged!”
“It’s coming from the direction of Wanqing Mountain! Let’s go—we might make it in time!”
“What kind of pill could it be? If I get my hands on it, my cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds!”
At the peak of Chixiao Peak, Qingxuan’s eyes snapped open. In the blink of an eye, he soared toward the green light, while powerful cultivators from other main peaks of Qingyun Sect followed suit.
All capable cultivators near Wanqing Mountain mobilized instantly.
【Celestial Grade Primordial Heaven-Mending Pill detected. Would you like to pay ¥18 to conceal the heavenly phenomenon?】
“Huh?” Chen Huai’an stared at the notification on his phone, his mouth twitching.
Makes sense—this celestial phenomenon was as blatant as a neon sign declaring a treasure’s presence.
On the map, countless red dots appeared and began converging on his location, sending chills down his spine. Thankfully, the game developers seemed lenient since he’d already spent over ¥90,000. They didn’t push him to spend more.
Still, he felt annoyed. Couldn’t they offer the concealment function for free?
Gritting his teeth, Chen Huai’an paid the ¥18.
【Concealing heavenly phenomenon!】
The green pillar of light vanished, along with the medicinal fragrance in the air.
Qingxuan, who had nearly reached Wanqing Mountain, stopped midair, dumbfounded. His divine sense swept the area for miles, but he found nothing.
“Isn’t that Li Qingran?” Recognizing his former Fifth Disciple in a small hut, Qingxuan scowled. “Does she think staying in Wanqing Mountain will get her back into the sect?”
Shaking his head, he dismissed her presence with a cold laugh. Failing to locate the pill, he returned to Qingyun Sect in frustration.
Unbeknownst to anyone, the divine pill that had shaken the Cangyun Realm now lay on an ordinary wooden table. In the corner, a girl sat trembling, completely petrified.