《Art of Creation : Spiritual Farmer [XIANXIA]》


 Chapter 1 - The First Step into the Azure Sky Sect

    A 12-year-old boy, standing at 143 cm, with an innocent and youthful face framed by short hair, wore an expression brimming with excitement as he stepped into the territory of the Azure Sky Sect.


    His name was Devor.


    Devor stood frozen at the edge of a vast field, his heart pounding with a mix of awe and nervous anticipation. His wide eyes swept over the majestic scene before him, drinking in every detail as if trying to etch it into memory. His breath hitched as he took in the view: traditional buildings stood in serene harmony, their rooftops tiled with shimmering bluish-green tiles that glistened like jade under the sun. Dragons and phoenixes, intricately carved into the wooden pillars, exuded a timeless elegance, as if ready to spring to life.


    The soft breeze whispered across the field, carrying the faint scent of plum blossoms and pine trees, their fragrance mingling with the gentle babbling of a nearby stream.


    Devor¡¯s gaze wandered to the disciples of the Sect as they moved gracefully between the buildings, their flowing light blue robes billowing in the breeze like flower petals dancing in midair. Overhead, the sky stretched endlessly, painted in vivid blue hues with thin clouds drifting lazily across. Everything about the scene felt ethereal, as though this world had been crafted solely for the Immortals.


    Devor''s lips parted in silent wonder. "This is it," he thought, his excitement tempered by a flicker of apprehension. "The Azure Sky Sect... it''s even more magnificent than I imagined."


    Devor¡¯s eyes gleamed with wonder, mirroring the beauty of this new world that was about to become part of his destiny.


    ¡°Little brother, you¡¯ll have plenty of time to admire the Sect later,¡± a soft yet firm voice called out, breaking the spell of his awe.


    Devor jolted out of his reverie, suddenly aware that he had stopped in his tracks. He turned to see the graceful female cultivator who was guiding him and four other new arrivals into the Azure Sky Sect. She gave him a gentle smile, her tone understanding but lightly chiding.


    The four others, who were around Devor¡¯s age¡ªthree girls and one boy¡ªalso paused to glance at him, their curiosity evident in their expressions.


    Devor felt heat rise to his cheeks as the others turned to look. He cleared his throat softly, bowing with a respectful nod. ¡°Forgive me, Senior Sister. I was just captivated by the beauty of the Azure Sky Sect,¡± he said, his voice filled with admiration.


    The female cultivator¡¯s smile deepened, her eyes soft with understanding. ¡°That¡¯s normal. The Sect is full of wonders. Come on, I¡¯ll show you the Spiritual Garden.¡±


    Devor¡¯s eyes sparkled with excitement, the sting of embarrassment fading as he eagerly nodded and followed the group.


    The group followed the female cultivator, her elegant figure gliding ahead as she led them deeper into the heart of the Sect. Devor glanced at the others, noting their wide-eyed wonder as they took in the sights. Their heads turned with each passing cultivator, captivated by the aura of power and grace surrounding them. Each disciple exuded an aura of power and grace that seemed almost otherworldly.


    After ten minutes of walking through winding paths lined with vibrant flora, the group arrived at the Spiritual Garden of the Azure Sky Sect.


    Devor tilted his head back to take in the breathtaking sight of towering mountains in the distance, their peaks piercing the clouds and dominating the horizon.


    The cultivator leading them gestured for the group to enter the garden. As Devor stepped into the garden, a wave of fresh, floral fragrance enveloped him. He inhaled deeply, feeling an invigorating energy with every breath, as if the air itself was alive with vitality.


    Every breath he took seemed to carry vitality, as though the very air of this garden was imbued with energy. Devor marveled, his thoughts swirling with wonder. "Living here must be like breathing pure life itself... I¡¯d never know sickness again," he mused, the idea filling him with a newfound sense of hope.


    Moments later, a second cultivator approached, her beauty matched by an air of quiet strength. Her steady gaze and composed demeanor exuded authority, leaving no doubt that she commanded respect within the Sect.


    ¡°Thank you for bringing them, Liara,¡± the new cultivator said, her tone warm but businesslike.


    Liara inclined her head, a small smile playing on her lips. ¡°These recruits have potential, Yulin. With the right training, they could become skilled gardeners.¡±This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Yulin¡¯s eyebrow arched slightly, a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. ¡°Oh? We¡¯ll see about that.¡±


    Turning to the five recruits, Yulin¡¯s gaze swept over them, appraising. ¡°Line up,¡± she instructed. The group shuffled into a line, their movements stiff with nervous anticipation. Devor could feel the tension in the air, his heart pounding in his chest.


    Yulin began questioning them one by one about Spiritual Plants. Despite their youth, they were all mortals¡ªnot cultivators. But the Azure Sky Sect didn¡¯t expect mortals to perform miracles. Their purpose here was simple: to care for the Sect¡¯s Spiritual Garden using knowledge rather than cultivation strength.


    While cultivators could tend the garden more efficiently, their time was devoted to higher pursuits. Mortals were brought in to handle these essential, everyday tasks, freeing cultivators to focus on their training.


    Devor stood at the end of the line, his heart pounding as he awaited his turn. He clenched his fists, determination flickering in his gaze.


    Yulin posed different questions to each recruit, carefully assessing their knowledge of Spiritual Plants.


    One by one, the recruits answered, their voices tinged with nervousness. They were clearly afraid of giving the wrong answers, their hesitations betraying their inexperience.


    Yulin nodded occasionally, her expression calm and unreadable, leaving the recruits to wonder¡ªwas it approval, or just acknowledgment? The subtle tension in the air grew with each answer.


    Finally, it was Devor¡¯s turn.


    Yulin folded her arms across her chest, her demeanor poised yet authoritative. Her sharp eyes studied him, as if weighing his potential before even hearing his answer.


    "Your turn, little brother," she said with a soft, reassuring smile. Her gentle but firm tone eased Devor¡¯s nerves. "Tell me¡ªdo you think Crimson Lotus and Azure Dew Grass affect each other¡¯s growth when planted close together?"


    Devor lowered his head, brows furrowing in concentration. His mind raced through everything he had read, piecing together fragments of knowledge. His eyes lit up as the answer crystallized in his thoughts.


    "Senior Sister," Devor began, his voice steady but growing stronger, "I believe Crimson Lotus and Azure Dew Grass shouldn¡¯t be planted near each other."


    "Crimson Lotus, being a fire-element plant, absorbs large amounts of fire Qi to maximize its growth. Meanwhile, Azure Dew Grass thrives on water-element Qi and requires a delicate balance of Yin energy. If planted in close proximity, the opposing elements would clash, disrupting their growth."


    Yulin¡¯s eyes sparkled, a flicker of intrigue dancing across her face as she listened intently.


    Before she could respond, Devor continued, his tone growing more animated as he delved deeper into his explanation.


    "Furthermore," he continued, "the Crimson Lotus¡¯ hunger for energy would drain the surrounding Qi, leaving the Azure Dew Grass without enough water Qi to grow. On the other hand, the extra water Qi from the Azure Dew Grass could disrupt the Crimson Lotus¡¯ fire energy absorption. In the end, neither plant would thrive."


    Yulin raised an eyebrow, a hint of admiration flickering in her eyes. "Oh? That¡¯s quite a thorough explanation," she remarked, her curiosity piqued. "So, in your opinion, are there plants that are better suited to be planted together?"


    Devor nodded without hesitation, a confident smile tugging at his lips as he met her gaze. "Yes, Senior Sister. For example, Golden Sunflower and Silver Moon Vine make an excellent pair. The Golden Sunflower absorbs solar Qi during the day, while the Silver Moon Vine draws lunar Qi at night. Since their energy absorption occurs at different times, they don¡¯t compete for resources. Instead, they complement each other."


    Devor gestured toward a nearby garden plot, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Look over there," he said, his excitement palpable.


    "Another effective combination would be Stardrop Lily and Nebula Fern," he continued. "Stardrop Lily harnesses starlight Qi, while Nebula Fern thrives by absorbing Qi mist from its surroundings. This pairing not only enhances each plant¡¯s growth but also enriches their spiritual essence when harvested."


    Yulin listened closely, her full attention on Devor. His depth of understanding far surpassed her expectations, especially for someone so young¡ªand a mortal, no less, who had yet to step fully into the world of cultivation.


    "Your knowledge of Spiritual Plants is impressive, especially for someone who hasn¡¯t worked in a Spiritual Garden before," Yulin said, her smile softening with genuine appreciation. "Where did you learn all this, little brother?"


    Devor lowered his head, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he shuffled his feet slightly. "Thank you, Senior Sister. I¡¯ve always loved reading about Spiritual Plants. My grandfather is an herbal merchant in our village, and I often ask him to bring me old books about them. I read those books whenever I have spare time."


    Yulin¡¯s smile widened, and she nodded approvingly. "You¡¯ve built a strong foundation, little brother. With proper guidance, you could become an extraordinary gardener¡ªor even a skilled alchemist someday." She turned to address the entire group, her expression composed but encouraging. "Alright, everyone, let¡¯s begin your first training session."


    As she spoke, her gaze briefly returned to Devor, a spark of interest lingering in her eyes. The other recruits exchanged glances, some admiring, others tinged with envy, clearly aware that Devor had set himself apart.


    "And as for you, little brother," Yulin continued, her tone carrying a touch of authority, "I will give you one month to study more comprehensive knowledge about Spiritual Plants." Her smile deepened, carrying a promise of opportunity. "At the end of the month, I¡¯ll assess your progress. If you meet my expectations, you¡¯ll be entrusted with your own garden plot¡ªand your wages will reflect your new responsibility."


    Devor¡¯s face lit up with excitement, and he bowed deeply, his voice brimming with gratitude. "Thank you, Senior Sister! I will do my best and ensure I don¡¯t disappoint you!"


    Inside, Devor¡¯s heart swelled with joy. This was his first step toward carving out his destiny in this new world¡ªand it had begun with success.

 Chapter 2 - The Seeds of Progress

    One month passed so quickly.


    With his remarkable performance at the start of the recruitment, Devor now resided in a small bamboo house within the Spiritual Garden, a place that felt quite comfortable for him.


    His hut was simple, yet it felt like the right place to absorb peace. Inside the small room, Devor sat quietly, wearing a plain white robe that flowed softly. He was still at the lowest rank in the sect''s hierarchy, but he felt much closer to the goal he had always dreamed of.


    Both of his hands held a book that seemed simple, yet was filled with invaluable knowledge. He read it attentively, each sentence sinking deep into his mind.


    "The knowledge I find in this Sect is far more profound and valuable compared to what I gained in the Village," Devor muttered, exhaling in awe.


    The more books he read, the stronger his passion and determination grew. There was a drive flowing from within him¡ªa drive to learn, grow, and evolve.


    "Open Profile," he commanded inwardly.


    The system interface appeared before his eyes, visible only to him.


    [Name: Devor Li]


    [Gender: Male]


    [Age: 12/65]


    [Cultivation: Mortal]


    [Spiritual Energy: 2/2]


    [Spiritual Root: Five-Color Root]


    [Knowledge: 43 Books]


    [Enlightenment Realm Points: 12]


    [Abilities: Ultimate Synthesis, Attribute Analyzer, Ultimate Comprehension (Lv1)]


    A digital interface spread out in front of him, invisible to others, only Devor could see it.


    "I''ve been in the Spiritual Garden for a month now, and I''ve already felt a one-point increase in my spiritual energy!" Devor said, his voice filled with enthusiasm, even though the change was modest. "The cheat I have doesn¡¯t immediately bring extraordinary power, but with patience and persistence, I¡¯m sure I can gradually reach it, one step at a time."


    With conviction flowing through his words, Devor felt that this journey, though long and full of challenges, was an unavoidable path. He knew that every effort would lead to significant results, even if it took time.


    The Five-Color Root was the weakest and most undesirable Spiritual Root. The fewer the colors in a Spiritual Root, the better its quality.


    However, there was something even more astonishing that Devor had read in a book¡ªspiritual roots that had no color at all, which were said to be the pinnacle of Spiritual Root quality. It was a distant goal, perhaps even unreachable for most people.


    Devor stared blankly ahead, his eyes gazing far into the distance. "But¡­ even if I reach the pinnacle of cultivation, will I be able to return to Earth?" he muttered, his voice barely a whisper, like the breeze. "It¡¯s been 12 years since I was born into this world. When I finally return, Earth might feel like a foreign place. There will be no friends, no family I recognize anymore. All of that will just become a distant memory."


    His thoughts drifted back to his former life on Earth, a world full of routines that now felt like a dream. He came from the 20th century, a world so different from the one he was in now. Somehow, he had suddenly passed away in his sleep, only to be reborn in this world with a mysterious system.


    When the system first appeared, Devor had been confused. What did this system mean? Why did he have it? Those questions haunted him, but after years, he found no answers.


    He spent the first three years trying to figure out the origin of the system, but eventually, he gave up. It seemed pointless to keep searching. Instead, he began focusing on his new life in this world, which was far more important.


    The system had a unique ability¡ªthe ability to integrate all the knowledge he had already absorbed into one cohesive whole. Every book he read, every lesson he learned, could be connected and enhanced through the system.


    When Devor studied five books, he used the system to link together key points from those books, creating new knowledge he had never encountered before. It was this advantage that made him stand out so much when he first entered the Sect a month ago.


    Without the help of this system, Devor wouldn¡¯t have even known if spiritual plants could influence each other just by reading a single book.


    "My life on Earth is now a thing of the past," Devor thought softly, though the shadows of those memories still haunted his mind. "In this world, only Grandpa remains as my family." The words left his mouth with a tone of loneliness, even though he was trying hard to accept his new reality.


    Over the past month, Devor had studied four books given to him by Senior Sister Yulin. Each book offered a new perspective, and with the help of the system, he connected the knowledge from these books, creating a deeper understanding of the world he now inhabited.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    A moment later, the soft sound of footsteps could be heard approaching Devor''s small hut.


    Instinctively, Devor pushed away the thoughts that were wandering back to Earth, trying to focus. He pretended to be absorbed in reading the book in his hands, hoping his appearance didn''t seem distracted.


    Not long after, the figure of Senior Sister Yulin appeared at the door, looking at him with a slight smile.


    "How is it, little brother Devor? Have you learned everything?" Yulin asked, her voice gentle yet full of concern.


    Devor lowered the book he had been holding to the wooden table, then lifted his head to look at Yulin. He felt a bit awkward but tried to maintain a humble posture.


    "I wouldn''t dare to give a definite answer without trying it out in the field first," Devor replied honestly, his eyes still lowered.


    Yulin nodded softly, a small smile still visible on her face. "That''s perfectly fine. Even if you fail, it''s no problem. You¡¯ll still be working here. With a strong knowledge base like yours, there will always be opportunities for you to develop further."


    "Thank you, Senior Sister," Devor said, standing up and bowing deeply as a sign of respect.


    Yulin smiled faintly. "No need to overdo it. If you progress, the Sect will benefit from having recruited such a promising seed."


    With a wider smile, Yulin took a step back and gestured for Devor to follow her. She led him toward one of the garden plots, where the results of Devor¡¯s training over the past month would be tested.


    Less than five minutes later, they arrived at a garden plot about one hundred meters in size. Various plants grew neatly, creating a peaceful scene.


    Yulin gazed at the garden spread out before her. "Examine each of these plants one by one. Share your comments. Is there anything that needs extra care, or perhaps something that is thriving exceptionally well here?"


    Devor furrowed his brow, his expression becoming serious. He knew that this task was not just about inspecting the plants¡ªit was a test that would measure the depth of his knowledge so far.


    Without saying more, Devor stepped forward, his eyes focused on the garden before him. The cool breeze carrying the soft scent of leaves and earth brushed against his skin, adding to the calm within him.


    He stopped in front of the first plant that caught his attention¡ªa Herbal Moonlight Dew, a small plant with light blue leaves that shimmered faintly under the sunlight. This plant was very rare, known for its ability to heal wounds quickly, but it was also highly sensitive to changes in temperature.


    Devor leaned closer, his eyes carefully inspecting the leaves and stem of the plant, feeling that the peaceful atmosphere of the garden brought tranquility to his mind.


    "This plant is lacking Qi energy," Devor said cautiously as he examined the wilted leaves at the tips. "The leaves aren¡¯t emitting enough light. The soil around it is starting to lose its fertility. I suggest adding a small amount of Spirit Moss fertilizer so as not to disrupt its natural energy cycle."


    Yulin nodded slowly, her eyes conveying admiration. There was a subtle gleam in her gaze, showing that she was impressed by Devor¡¯s ability. "Continue," she said, her voice soft yet full of interest.


    Devor moved on to the next plant. In front of him was a Golden Lotus Vine, gracefully creeping and winding tightly around a small bamboo stick supporting it. This plant emitted a strong aura of life, with golden-green leaves that seemed to almost glow.


    "This plant is growing very well," Devor said as he observed the shimmering leaves. "However, if left without additional support, the stem might break under the weight of the flowers that are beginning to bloom. I suggest adding an extra support stake."


    Yulin squinted and smiled, the smile widening on her face. "Good. You¡¯re paying attention to the little details." The praise felt sincere, and her eyes showed a sense of satisfaction. "Next?"


    Devor moved on to the next plant. This time, in front of him, was a Crimson Root Ginseng, its leaves a deep green, but its roots were starting to surface. Devor knelt down and touched the soil around it, feeling the firm texture of the earth.


    "This is interesting," Devor murmured. "The soil is too compact, causing the roots to rise up in search of air. Loosen the soil around the roots, but be careful not to harm them."


    From a distance, Yulin flashed a small grin. "You¡¯re quite observant for someone who¡¯s only been here for a month with no real experience."


    The more Devor displayed his abilities, the more Yulin felt that she had found a truly valuable seed. Her smile grew, and she became increasingly intrigued by Devor¡¯s presence.


    Devor continued his inspection with a serious demeanor, walking through the garden and examining each plant with full attention.


    When he reached the Starshade Lily, a graceful flowering plant with soft purple petals, Devor noticed something was off. The plant was growing too close to others, absorbing unbalanced natural energy.


    "This plant needs to be moved," Devor said thoughtfully. "Move one or two of its shoots to another area to better distribute the energy. Right now, too many plants are competing for the limited natural energy."


    Yulin nodded quickly, taking note of every word that came from Devor. "Exactly. You have an amazing eye, even for someone who is just a mortal."


    Devor paused for a moment in front of the Silverleaf Orchid, a plant with glossy leaves but slightly spotted. He examined it carefully before sighing. "It¡¯s been attacked by small insects. I think a solution of Spirit Dew could eradicate the pests without damaging the leaves."


    Yulin crossed her arms, listening intently to every analysis Devor provided. Her face remained expressionless, but her eyes reflected sharp attention, showing that she was truly focused on every word Devor spoke.


    Devor continued his examination, analyzing each plant one by one. Each of his decisions and explanations only served to further impress Yulin, not just with Devor''s knowledge, but also with his meticulous attention to every detail.


    When he finally finished with the last plant, Devor stood and turned to face Yulin. "I have finished my inspection, Senior Sister," he said in a quiet but confident voice.


    Yulin shifted her gaze to the garden Devor had just inspected. It was a garden maintained by someone, yet it had failed to meet the sect¡¯s standards.


    A soft smile appeared on her face as she looked back at Devor. "Excellent results," she said with a tone full of appreciation. "Not only did you identify the problems, but you also provided efficient solutions. In just one month, you¡¯ve proven yourself more than worthy to be here."


    Devor immediately bowed deeply, his heart filled with respect. "Thank you for your praise and guidance, Senior Sister."


    However, Yulin raised a finger, a sign indicating that she was not yet finished. "This is just the beginning," she said calmly. "This garden is only a small example of your responsibility. Tomorrow, I will take you to a larger spiritual garden. If you can demonstrate your abilities there, then your path to becoming the main garden keeper of the Azure Sky Sect will be wide open."


    Devor¡¯s eyes sparkled, his enthusiasm reigniting. But he quickly calmed himself, reminding himself how important this opportunity was. "I won¡¯t disappoint you, Senior Sister!" he said with determination.


    Yulin nodded with a small smile that conveyed her approval. "Good. Now, finish your task here. There is much work awaiting you in the future. I will arrange everything for you soon."


    With that, Yulin waved her hand and left with quick steps to register Devor as a Spiritual Farmer in this Spiritual Garden.


    Devor turned his gaze back to the garden beside him, his eyes shining with renewed energy. Every small step he took now felt increasingly significant, as if every second that passed brought him closer to the great goal he had dreamed of. Success was no longer just a distant dream, but a reality he could achieve, one step at a time.

 Chapter 3 - Seeds of Growth and Shadows

    A year had passed in the blink of an eye, the days slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers.


    Devor reclined outside his humble bamboo hut, his gaze wandering lazily across the vibrant garden that stretched over five hundred square meters. Each plant was a living proof of his relentless effort, a reflection of countless hours spent nurturing the land.


    As he breathed in the crisp, Qi-infused air, the essence of the garden seemed to flow through him, revitalizing his body and mind.


    In the year since his arrival, Devor had undergone a profound transformation. The boy who had once been lost and uncertain was now almost unrecognizable. Where there had been uncertainty now stood a man of quiet strength, his presence marked by the discipline and wisdom he had gained in the Azure Sky Sect.


    His youthful innocence had been replaced by a serene composure, his presence radiating a calm that made anyone who met his gaze feel as though they were in the presence of someone who had truly found peace with the world.


    A soft breeze tugged at his slightly longer hair, pulling him from his reverie. The air around him shifted, and something¡ªan unspoken tension¡ªbroke the stillness.


    Devor rose to his feet, his posture instantly alert as his eyes scanned the horizon, searching for the source of the disturbance.


    A soft rush of air signaled the descent of a figure from the sky, landing soundlessly before Devor. The man was middle-aged, dressed in a rich purple robe embroidered with gold thread¡ªa symbol of his esteemed position within the Azure Sky Sect.


    An unseen force seemed to ripple around him, as though the world itself bent to his presence.


    Devor''s gaze flickered in recognition, his body instinctively lowering into a deep bow. "Greetings, Elder Sorin."


    Elder Sorin nodded briefly, his eyes closing as he focused, summoning his mental energy. A faint blue aura enveloped him as his Spiritual Sense swept across the garden, absorbing every detail, no matter how small.


    Devor stood still, watching the flow of Sorin''s energy, knowing it was a testament to the Elder''s skill and mastery.


    After a moment, Sorin opened his eyes, and his gaze sharpened as he began to walk through the garden, scrutinizing each plant with keen interest.


    He paused before a flowering plant, its petals wilting just a touch, as though in need of more light.


    Devor bowed again, his posture steady, accepting the feedback with quiet gratitude. "Thank you, Elder Sorin. I¡¯ll move it immediately."


    Sorin moved along the rows of fruit plants, his gaze sharp as he stopped before a cluster that seemed to crowd each other. He studied the plants for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly before he spoke.


    ¡°These plants are thriving, but they¡¯re too cramped,¡± Sorin said, his tone measured but unwavering. ¡°Their roots will begin to compete for space and nutrients, and that will stunt their growth in time.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ll need to thin them out¡ªprune them carefully, without hesitation.¡±


    Devor listened closely, each word sinking in, his mind racing with the importance of the task. He knew that these small changes, if left unchecked, could lead to bigger issues down the road.


    Sorin moved on, his eyes falling on a plant whose leaves had started to yellow at the edges. He knelt beside it, his fingers brushing the soil as he examined it with practiced attention.


    ¡°This plant¡¯s been overwatered,¡± Sorin said after a moment, his voice low but firm. ¡°Cut back on the watering, and give the soil time to dry out. Moisture like this weakens the roots.¡±


    Devor inhaled deeply, steadying himself as he absorbed the correction. ¡°Understood, Elder Sorin. I¡¯ll make the changes immediately.¡±


    Sorin didn¡¯t speak again, continuing his methodical inspection of the garden. A few minutes later, Sorin stopped in the center of the plot, turning slowly to face Devor.


    ¡°The garden is well-kept,¡± Sorin said, his tone unexpectedly warm, a rare hint of approval in his voice.


    ¡°No major issues, but the details matter,¡± Sorin continued. ¡°It¡¯s those small adjustments that set the great gardeners apart from the good ones. Perfection is found in the little things.¡±


    Devor bowed deeply, a wave of relief washing over him, his shoulders easing as the tension he hadn¡¯t realized was there lifted. ¡°Thank you, Elder Sorin. I¡¯ll make sure to refine the areas I¡¯ve missed.¡±


    Sorin allowed the faintest smile to touch his lips, the sternness in his features softening just a fraction. ¡°You¡¯ve made considerable progress, Devor,¡± Sorin said, his tone almost fatherly. ¡°But the Azure Sky Sect values more than wisdom. We prize humility¡ªthe kind that allows you to see where you can improve.¡±


    Devor straightened, his heart swelling with determination, his eyes shining with the quiet intensity of someone who would never stop striving. ¡°I will, Elder Sorin. I¡¯ll continue to give my best in everything.¡±


    Sorin studied him for a long moment, the sharpness of his gaze softening as he nodded, his approval clear. ¡°Your work is impressive,¡± Sorin said, his voice thoughtful. ¡°Far beyond many of the disciples who rely solely on their Spiritual Root.¡±A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Devor hesitated, his mind racing. He wanted to respond, but wasn¡¯t sure whether agreeing would come across as presumptuous.


    Sorin was no ordinary cultivator¡ªhe was an Outer Elder of the Azure Sky Sect. After the previous Garden Hall Master¡¯s death, Sorin had temporarily taken on the role, his deep knowledge of spiritual plants making him a natural choice. His expertise in poisons was also well-known, a reputation that made some in the Sect uneasy about his methods.


    After a brief pause, Sorin spoke again, his tone noticeably softer, though still imbued with authority.


    ¡°I¡¯ve spoken to the Spiritual Hall Master about your progress,¡± Sorin continued, his voice carrying a hint of approval. ¡°I¡¯ve recommended you for promotion to the rank of true disciple of the Azure Sky Sect.¡±


    Devor¡¯s heart raced, a mixture of excitement and disbelief flooding him as his pulse quickened. His mind struggled to process the weight of Sorin¡¯s words.


    The Spiritual Hall Master was a figure of immense authority, even more so than the Garden Hall Master, overseeing the sect¡¯s most important matters. Devor¡¯s mind spun at the thought of being recognized by such a figure.


    ¡°Your Spiritual Root may present some challenges,¡± Sorin continued, his voice steady but firm, ¡°but your potential far outweighs any limitation.¡±


    A wide grin spread across Devor¡¯s face, his heart soaring with a joy he couldn¡¯t contain. His hands trembled slightly, and he couldn¡¯t help but let out a breathless laugh of disbelief.


    Sorin reached inside his robe, pulling out a green-bound book that pulsed with faint spiritual energy, its pages seemingly vibrating with power.


    With a flick of his wrist, the book hovered for a moment before floating gracefully into Devor¡¯s outstretched hands, which shook with both excitement and reverence.


    ¡°This is a Cultivation Technique specifically tailored for someone working in the Spiritual Garden,¡± Sorin said, a rare, approving smile playing at the corners of his mouth.


    ¡°Take your time with it. If you ever need guidance, don¡¯t hesitate to come to me.¡±


    Devor felt a surge of gratitude spread through him, warmth blooming in his chest. He bowed deeply, his words sincere.


    ¡°Thank you, Elder. I¡¯m truly grateful for your kindness and belief in me.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ve earned it,¡± Sorin said, his tone warm but firm. ¡°This opportunity is the result of your perseverance. Once you reach Stage-2 Qi Refining, you¡¯ll officially be recognized as a true disciple of the Azure Sky Sect.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll give it everything I have, Elder!¡± Devor vowed, his voice firm with resolve, though his clenched fists betrayed a hint of nervous excitement.


    Sorin¡¯s gaze softened as he observed Devor, noting the sweat on his brow and the steady determination in his posture. Unlike many disciples who relied purely on their raw talent, Devor¡¯s persistence and relentless effort had set him apart, something that even Sorin, a man known for his harsh standards, couldn¡¯t ignore.


    ¡°This technique is unique,¡± Sorin said, his voice carrying a note of pride. ¡°It allows you to draw Qi and Spiritual Energy from the plants themselves, fortifying your body in a way that¡¯s perfectly suited to your work in the Spiritual Garden. It¡¯s not just about strength¡ªit¡¯s about harmony with the natural world.¡±


    Devor¡¯s eyes brightened with excitement, but a shadow of doubt lingered beneath the surface. His heart raced with the possibilities of the technique, yet a knot formed in his stomach. His journey had only just begun, and he wasn¡¯t sure he was ready for the weight of the path ahead.


    Devor hesitated, his throat tightening as the weight of the question hung in his mind. With a deep breath, he forced the words out. ¡°Elder Sorin, may I ask one more thing?¡±


    Sorin raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. He studied Devor for a moment, sensing the hesitation behind his words. ¡°What is it?¡±


    ¡°I... I¡¯d like to study the fundamentals of Cultivation,¡± Devor said, his voice steady but laced with a trace of uncertainty. He didn¡¯t want to seem presumptuous, but he knew this knowledge was vital for his growth.


    Sorin¡¯s expression remained neutral, though a flicker of curiosity passed through his eyes. ¡°The Cultivation Technique I¡¯ve given you covers the basics. What exactly are you hoping to learn?¡±


    Devor shook his head, a subtle frown creasing his brow. "I read in a book that Cultivation and Combat Techniques are just frameworks. To unlock their full potential, you need to personalize the energy flow and methods. I want to understand the basics better, so I can adjust them to fit my needs."


    Realizing he might have overstepped, a sense of unease crept into Devor''s chest. He quickly bowed again, his voice a little more hesitant. "Forgive me, Elder Sorin. I didn¡¯t mean to overstep."


    Sorin studied Devor for a moment, his gaze sharp but not unkind. After a beat, he chuckled softly, as if amused by the young disciple¡¯s earnestness.


    Devor let out a quiet breath, his shoulders relaxing as the tension drained from him. He straightened up, a small but grateful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.


    "What you said is true," Sorin nodded slowly, his fingers tracing the edge of his beard as he considered Devor¡¯s words. "But refining techniques to suit your needs is no small task. It¡¯s a slow, methodical process. Rushing it would only lead to setbacks."


    "With your current contribution points, you could buy Techniques suited for Outer Disciples to get started," Sorin added. "But remember, those won¡¯t push you toward your ultimate goals."


    Devor nodded but stayed silent, his mind already weighing the options. He had considered spending his contribution points on those Techniques, but something about it felt wrong¡ªlike settling for something less than what he truly needed.


    Sorin¡¯s sharp gaze softened as he noticed Devor¡¯s hesitation. ¡°I can help you,¡± he said, his voice low and deliberate. ¡°But there¡¯s a condition.¡±


    Devor straightened, his jaw set with determination, though a flicker of uncertainty passed through his eyes. "What is it, Elder?" he asked, his voice steady. "As long as it doesn¡¯t go against the Sect, I¡¯ll do whatever¡¯s needed."


    Sorin chuckled softly, shaking his head with a bemused smile. "Relax, boy. I¡¯d never ask you to betray the Sect." He paused, letting the moment hang before continuing. "What I need is simpler: I need you to cultivate certain poisonous plants in the Spiritual Garden. You¡¯ll tend to them for a year, and when the harvest comes, I¡¯ll collect them."


    Devor¡¯s body stiffened, his heart skipping a beat. Poisonous plants? The task suddenly felt far more serious¡ªand dangerous¡ªthan he¡¯d anticipated. A flicker of unease passed through him.


    Sorin¡¯s smile remained gentle, yet there was an undercurrent of something else in his eyes, something that gave the request an unsettling weight. Devor couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that this wasn¡¯t just another ordinary task. Sorin had temporarily stepped into the role of Garden Hall Master after the sudden death of the previous holder, a position he¡¯d taken not only because of his expertise but also because the Sect¡¯s cultivation of rare, poisonous plants was strictly monitored. There were quotas to meet, and by involving Devor, Sorin could discreetly bypass those limits.


    After a brief pause, Devor nodded, the weight of the request settling on his shoulders. "I accept, Elder," he said, his voice steady despite the unease stirring within him. "I¡¯ll do it."


    Sorin¡¯s eyes gleamed with approval, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He gave a soft, approving chuckle. "Good. I expected nothing less from you, Devor."


    Although Sorin¡¯s words were warm, a shiver ran down Devor¡¯s spine. Despite the Elder¡¯s approving tone, Devor couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that he had just stepped into something far more complicated¡ªand dangerous¡ªwithin the Sect.

 Chapter 4 - A Return to Roots

    Six months passed in the blink of an eye, yet they left a lasting impact on Devor¡¯s life.


    Devor now stood atop a flying sword, soaring through the skies above the Azure Sky Sect. His face was pale, as though all color had drained from it, like a candle flickering in the sun. Though large and sturdy, the sword beneath him felt as fragile as a leaf trembling in the vastness of the sky.


    Behind him, Yulin strode effortlessly on her sword, her long black hair flowing like silk in the wind. She moved with ease, as if the sky itself were her domain. Her sword sliced through the clouds with effortless confidence, radiating grace and authority.


    "Junior Brother Devor," Yulin called, her voice tinged with teasing amusement. "You¡¯ve become a cultivator, yet you¡¯re still afraid of heights?"


    Devor swallowed, his eyes fixed on the distant ground below. The world seemed impossibly small, yet its vastness made his knees weak. His heart pounded in his ears like a war drum, while dark whispers tugged at his mind, tempting him to leap into the void.


    "Senior Sister," Devor replied, struggling to steady his voice. "Fear is a natural human trait."


    Yulin smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I''m not afraid like you," she teased, shaking her head. Her tone became playfully wicked. "How about we pick up the pace? You won¡¯t have time to look down."


    "No, wait!" Devor began to protest, but his words were swallowed by the wind as Yulin sped ahead, her sword cutting through the air with a swift whoosh.


    The wind roared in his ears, whipping against his pale face. Devor¡¯s body tensed, his hands shaking as he fought to maintain balance. His mind went blank, overwhelmed by a wave of anxiety that left him numb.


    Behind him, Yulin¡¯s laughter echoed in the wind, light and melodious. But to Devor, it sounded less like joy and more like the cackle of a mischievous demon in disguise.


    ??????


    After what seemed like an eternity, they finally arrived at a small village nestled at the base of the mountains, far from the Azure Sky Sect.


    Devor stepped off his sword, his legs unsteady and his pale face showing the strain of the ordeal. His knees buckled with each step, as though the ground beneath him were still shifting.


    Behind him, Yulin dismounted with effortless grace, her demeanor calm and serene, like a swan gliding onto a tranquil lake. The contrast between them was almost comical¡ªa trembling frog trailing a majestic swan.


    Devor turned back, forcing a bitter smile. "Senior Sister, we should return to the sect on horseback."


    "Horses?" Yulin tilted her head, her gaze lingering on him with clear curiosity. "Do you have a horse waiting for you or something?"


    "No," Devor said, shaking his head as he tried to keep a straight face. "But we could just buy one from the villagers."


    Yulin chuckled, amusement evident in her voice. "Don¡¯t be ridiculous. You¡¯ll have to get over your fear sooner or later. As a cultivator, you can¡¯t rely on horses. Flying swords are essential¡ªespecially if you ever want to be as strong as me."


    Her gaze sparkled with delight, clearly enjoying his discomfort.


    Devor clenched his jaw, swallowing his retort. "This can wait for another day," he thought, letting out a silent sigh.


    "Open Profile," Devor thought.


    [ Name: Devor Li ]


    [ Gender: Male ]


    [ Age: 14/120 ]


    [ Cultivation: Stage-2 Qi Refining Realm ]


    [ Spiritual Energy: 243/243 ]


    [ Spiritual Root: Five-Color Root ]


    [ Knowledge: 78 Books ]


    [ Enlightenment Realm Points: 14 ]


    [ Abilities: Ultimate Synthesis, Attribute Analyzer, Ultimate Comprehension (Lv1) ]The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    Devor glanced over the familiar information displayed before him. Reaching Stage-2 Qi Refining was a major milestone, marking his shift from a laborer in the Spiritual Garden to a true disciple of the Azure Sky Sect.


    But today wasn¡¯t about cultivation. It was a rare day for something personal¡ªthe day he¡¯d decided to return to his village and visit his Grandpa, his only remaining family.


    With each step, Devor¡¯s resolve grew stronger as he entered the village. Memories of his Grandpa flooded his mind, mixing with the anticipation of their reunion. The breeze carried the scent of fresh soil and blooming flowers, adding to the peaceful atmosphere of the village.


    Behind him, Yulin followed, her usual grace unchanged and her bright expression never wavering. "So, Junior Brother," she said with a light, curious tone, "what are you going to say to your Grandpa when you see him?"


    Devor paused, his gaze fixed on the small houses ahead. A small smile tugged at his lips. "I¡¯ll tell him his grandson¡¯s become a cultivator¡ªand that I¡¯ll make sure he¡¯s taken care of in his old age."


    Yulin walked beside him, her playful demeanor giving way to something gentler. She glanced at Devor, her expression unreadable for a moment, then spoke softly. "You¡¯re a good person, Devor. Your Grandpa must be proud of you."


    Devor returned a small smile and said nothing as he resumed walking.


    In his heart, he knew this journey was more than just a reunion¡ªit marked the start of something much bigger.


    Though his age had nearly doubled and his body had grown taller and stronger, Devor felt at ease with the changes.


    As Devor and Yulin entered the quiet village, their presence drew curious looks from everyone. Devor¡¯s plain yet elegant white robe and Yulin¡¯s light blue sect robe, exuding an air of quiet prestige, clearly marked them as cultivators. The villagers, not used to seeing such figures, watched with awe and curiosity.


    Though Devor had lived in this village before, he hadn¡¯t really connected with anyone. In his previous life, he¡¯d been an adult from the modern world, which made it hard to connect with children his age. Instead, he spent most of his time buried in books, pursuing knowledge in solitude.


    At the far end of the village, beneath swaying coconut trees, stood a simple bamboo house. Its walls, blackened by age, still stood strong¡ªa testament to its enduring strength, much like the man who lived within.


    Devor stopped, staring at the house, a mix of emotions he couldn¡¯t name crossing his face. His heart felt heavy. This house was his only home, tied to memories of warmth and loss, longing and resilience.


    Beside the house, an elderly man with snow-white hair sat on a small bamboo stool. His thin, wrinkled hands moved methodically as he sorted herbs, each motion showing precision and care. Occasionally, he lifted a plant closer to his face, studying it carefully before nodding with quiet approval.


    The air carried the fresh, earthy scent of rain-soaked soil and the sharp aroma of herbs. The gentle rustle of leaves and distant birdsong filled the air, adding to the peaceful atmosphere of the village.


    Devor took a deep breath to steady himself, then walked forward, his steps firm but quiet.


    Yulin noticed the shift in his demeanor and, sensing the significance of the moment, held back her usual teasing. She followed him quietly, her expression softening.


    ¡°Grandpa!¡± Devor called, his voice faltering slightly under the weight of his emotions. A small but genuine smile spread across his face.


    The old man paused, his hands stilled as he turned toward the sound of the voice. His slightly clouded eyes took a moment to focus on Devor and the woman standing behind him. Recognition came swiftly, and his weathered face broke into a broad smile.


    ¡°Haha! You¡¯ve finally come back, Devor!¡± the old man exclaimed, his laughter rich with joy. Rising quickly, he hurried toward his grandson, his steps fast but uneven.


    Though Devor had changed over the years, the old man¡ªwho had raised him from childhood¡ªrecognized him instantly. Even if Devor were reduced to ashes, he would still know it was him.


    With surprising strength, the old man lifted Devor into the air like a child. Despite Devor now standing at 157 centimeters tall, his Grandpa managed to lift him effortlessly.


    ¡°Look at you, little boy! You¡¯ve grown taller and even more handsome!¡± the old man said, his laughter full of warmth.


    Devor grinned, letting his Grandpa share his joy without interruption.


    From behind, Yulin watched quietly, her usual playfulness giving way to a rare, contemplative expression. There was something profoundly beautiful in the simplicity of the moment¡ªsomething she couldn''t quite put into words.


    As she watched Devor laughing with his Grandpa, Yulin was reminded that, despite his composure and diligence at the sect, he was still, in many ways, just a child. In the world of cultivation, where age often mattered less than power, contribution, and cultivation level, it was easy to forget that someone like Devor longed for the simple warmth of family.


    After a few moments, the old man set Devor gently back on the ground, his breath a bit labored, but his energy as strong as ever. He gave Devor¡¯s shoulder an affectionate pat before turning to Yulin.


    ¡°And you brought such a beautiful young woman! Hahaha! Now I can leave this world in peace!¡± he said, his voice booming with joy.


    ¡°Grandpa, it¡¯s not like that!¡± Devor stammered, his face turning red as he tried to protest. His eyes flicked nervously to Yulin, seeking her reaction.


    The old man only laughed louder, brushing aside Devor¡¯s protests. ¡°You¡¯re a grown man now, Devor! It¡¯s high time you thought about settling down!¡± he declared with a tone that brooked no argument.


    ¡°I¡¯m only 14!¡± Devor screamed inwardly, but he knew better than to voice such objections. In this world, once puberty hit, one was considered ready for marriage¡ªa far cry from the standards of his past life.


    ¡°Come, come! I¡¯ll prepare a feast to celebrate!¡± the old man said, his excitement overflowing as he waved them toward the house.


    Yulin gave a warm smile and bowed slightly. ¡°Thank you. That¡¯s very kind of you.¡±


    Devor scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, stealing glances at Yulin to see if she was offended by his Grandpa¡¯s words. Yet, her serene smile remained unchanged, and her eyes still held kindness.


    As they stepped into the humble home, Devor felt a comforting warmth that he hadn¡¯t felt in years. This wasn¡¯t just a visit¡ªit was a reminder of what he was fighting for.

 Chapter 5 - The Price of Cultivation

    As dinner was served and the conversation flowed, Devor¡¯s Grandpa finally learned Yulin¡¯s true identity¡ªnot as Devor¡¯s future wife, but as his Senior Sister from the Azure Sky Sect.


    Embarrassed by his earlier assumptions, Grandpa Devor chuckled awkwardly and offered a sincere apology. However, Yulin waved it off with a casual smile, clearly unbothered.


    The night passed peacefully. Outside Devor¡¯s modest home, Yulin sat cross-legged under the starlit sky, meditating. Although her presence wasn¡¯t necessary, she remained vigilant out of habit.


    As a cultivator with considerable strength, Yulin rarely needed sleep. Even after a week of sleepless nights, her energy would remain undiminished.


    ??????


    The next morning, Devor and his Grandpa rose early. Excitement buzzed in the air as Devor began packing his Grandpa¡¯s belongings.


    During dinner the previous evening, Devor had persuaded his Grandpa to leave the village and move to the city. While Grandpa Devor had initially been reluctant, Devor¡¯s persistence and reassurances eventually won him over. He explained how his time in the Azure Sky Sect had allowed him to save enough money to ensure a more comfortable life for them both.


    Reluctance gave way to acceptance, and today marked the start of their journey.


    Devor smiled inwardly, relieved that his Grandpa¡¯s move also meant he could avoid another harrowing ride on Yulin¡¯s flying sword.


    With Yulin¡¯s assistance, renting a carriage for the journey to the city was easy. Though the sect¡¯s wealth wasn¡¯t meant for indulgence, Devor¡¯s contributions had earned him enough to secure a comfortable ride.


    Carrying only two modest cloth bags, the three of them boarded the carriage and set off toward the nearest city.


    Inside the carriage, the mood was warm and lively.


    Devor eagerly shared stories about his time in the Azure Sky Sect¡ªhow he had learned to care for Spiritual Plants with precision, how Elder Sorin had recognized his efforts, and how his knowledge had earned him respect among his peers.


    Grandpa Devor leaned forward, his eyes sparkling as if hearing the tales of a legendary hero. For a man who had spent his life in the quiet village, the world of cultivation felt like a distant dream brought to life by his grandson¡¯s words.


    Yulin sat quietly for the most part, a faint smile gracing her lips. Occasionally, she chimed in, either clarifying a point or gently teasing Devor, much to the delight of his Grandpa.


    The hours slipped by unnoticed, and before they realized it, the carriage reached the gates of the eastern region¡¯s largest mortal city.


    The eastern region was unique, governed under the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s protection yet left as a domain for mortals. This arrangement stemmed from an ancient agreement recorded in history. While the details were murky, it was said that a sect master had once granted the request of mortals to keep the eastern lands free from the chaos of cultivation politics.


    Cultivators were forbidden from interfering in mortal affairs within the eastern region, though they were free to live among mortals, enjoy their comforts, or even trade. This delicate balance had allowed the eastern region to flourish in relative peace.


    Upon arriving in the bustling city, Devor wasted no time. He sought out a real estate agent and, within an hour, secured a cozy, well-built house for his Grandpa.


    The house, modest but sturdy, measured twenty square meters and cost 200 gold coins. To Devor, it was a small price to pay for his Grandpa¡¯s comfort. After converting his sect earnings, he still had over 1,500 gold coins left¡ªmore than enough to meet their needs.


    Once the house was purchased and his Grandpa settled, Devor treated him to a day of luxuries. They dined at one of the finest restaurants in the city, enjoying dishes his Grandpa had never even imagined tasting. Later, they visited a hot spring¡ªan indulgence his Grandpa often reminisced about but rarely experienced.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    For those few days, Devor¡¯s time revolved entirely around his Grandpa, ensuring he enjoyed every moment of their stay in the city.


    Despite his joy, Devor couldn¡¯t linger forever. His duties at the sect awaited him.


    On their final morning together, Devor stood outside the new house, his gaze lingering on his Grandpa.


    ¡°Live well,¡± his Grandpa said, pulling him into a tight hug. His voice was steady, but his smile, though warm, deepened the wrinkles on his face. "You have a longer, tougher path ahead of you than I do."


    Devor¡¯s throat tightened, his eyes welling with unshed tears. "I promise, Grandpa," he said quietly, his voice trembling. "I¡¯ll make you proud."


    Yulin watched the scene silently, standing a few steps away. She noticed the warmth in Devor¡¯s expression¡ªa softer, gentler side to him that rarely surfaced within the rigid discipline of the sect.


    A faint smile tugged at her lips, and for a moment, she allowed herself to wonder if such moments of quiet humanity would become more frequent¡ªor remain fleeting memories etched into the backdrop of their arduous journey.


    Devor gazed at his Grandpa, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions. "Today is the day you can finally rest. Don¡¯t push yourself anymore, and use my money to live comfortably."


    ¡°I will,¡± Devor¡¯s Grandpa replied, giving his shoulders a firm, reassuring squeeze.


    Devor clenched his teeth, a wave of emotions washing over him. His thoughts felt muddled, torn between gratitude and a nagging sense of unease.


    Sometimes, ignorance truly was a blessing in disguise.


    As if sensing his turmoil, the system interface appeared before Devor¡¯s eyes.


    [ Name: Doyu Li ]


    [ Gender: Male ]


    [ Cultivation: Mortal ]


    [ Age: 56/57 ]


    [ Spiritual Energy: 0 ]


    The screen lingered briefly, a quiet reminder of the reality he didn¡¯t want to confront.


    This was the result of Devor activating his Attribute Analyzer, an ability that allowed him to inspect the profiles and statuses of others.


    However, the system had its limitations. For instance, when analyzing Senior Sister Yulin, the screen displayed nothing but (???), aside from her name¡ªwhich Devor already knew. Similarly, if the target was a cultivator whose name was unfamiliar, the system returned only question marks.


    As if sensing the gravity of the moment, Doyu Li glanced at Yulin, who stood silently behind Devor, her presence exuding quiet strength.


    Bowing deeply, Doyu Li said earnestly, ¡°Fairy Yulin, please look after my grandson while he¡¯s at the sect.¡±


    Yulin returned the bow with a faint, serene smile. ¡°Devor will be fine there, Grandpa. In fact, I might need his help in the future.¡±


    The exchange was brief but left Devor feeling both comforted and uneasy.


    After another five minutes of heartfelt goodbyes, Devor finally began to walk away from his Grandpa¡¯s house.


    He glanced over his shoulder one last time, watching the old man wave from the doorway of his new home. Though the house was spacious and comfortable, it felt far too quiet for just one person.


    A pang of doubt struck Devor. Had moving his Grandpa to the city really been the right decision?


    ¡°You¡¯ve had enough fun these past two days with your Grandpa,¡± Yulin said, breaking the silence with a subtle smile. ¡°You can always return later and spend more time with him.¡±


    Devor forced a bitter smile and nodded slightly. ¡°I hope there¡¯s a next time.¡±


    Yulin studied him for a moment, sensing his hesitation. Deciding to offer him some wisdom, she spoke gently yet firmly.


    ¡°In the world of cultivation,¡± she began, her tone carrying a quiet weight, ¡°anyone who seeks the peak must be ready to face certain inevitable truths.¡±


    Devor turned to her, curiosity flickering in his eyes. ¡°What truths?¡±


    Yulin met his gaze, her lips curving into a serene smile. ¡°The first is that, in the pursuit of cultivation¡¯s peak, loneliness will become your truest companion.¡±


    Devor furrowed his brow, her words sinking in like stones dropped into a still pond. ¡°That¡­ makes sense,¡± he admitted hesitantly, unsure if he fully believed it.


    After all, his journey had just begun.


    Yulin nodded slightly, as if expecting his response. Then, a glimmer of mischief flickered in her eyes. ¡°And the second truth is...¡±


    Devor tilted his head, waiting.


    A sly smile spread across Yulin¡¯s face. The air between them suddenly felt charged, and Devor¡¯s instincts screamed that trouble was coming.


    ¡°...you must always be prepared for the unexpected!¡±


    Before Devor could react, a flying sword materialized beneath his feet, lifting him abruptly into the air.


    ¡°Senior Sister Yulin!¡± Devor cried, panic flaring as he instinctively tried to jump off.


    ¡°Too late!¡± Yulin said with a grin, her tone brimming with amusement. With a flick of her fingers, the sword stabilized beneath him, locking his feet in place.


    Devor struggled, his movements futile. ¡°No, wait! Senior Sister, we can negotiate¡ª¡±


    ¡°Double the Spiritual Plants I ordered,¡± Yulin interrupted, raising two fingers in a playful ¡®V¡¯ gesture.


    Devor¡¯s face twisted in disbelief. ¡°That¡¯s impossible!¡±


    ¡°Then you leave me no choice,¡± Yulin said dramatically, shaking her head as though disappointed.


    In an instant, Yulin stepped onto her own flying sword. With a quick motion, both swords shot upward, cutting through the morning sky.


    ¡°Full speed ahead!¡± she declared cheerfully.


    Whooosh!!!


    The wind howled around them as the flying swords accelerated. Devor¡¯s complexion turned as pale as snow, and his terrified screams echoed through the clouds.


    ¡°Aaaahhh!¡±


    Behind him, Yulin¡¯s laughter rang out, unrestrained and melodic. To Devor, however, it sounded like the cackling of a playful demon.


    As the Azure Sky Sect came into view in the distance, Devor made a silent vow. "Never again. Never again will I ask for Senior Sister Yulin¡¯s help¡ªunless I absolutely have no other choice!"

 Chapter 6 - The Limits of Nature

    After helping his grandfather settle in the city, Devor returned to the Azure Sky Sect and entered its tranquil, expansive Spiritual Garden.


    The garden stretched before him, a sanctuary brimming with life and vibrant spiritual energy. To a cultivator like Devor, it was more than just a beautiful place¡ªit was a wellspring of wisdom and growth.


    That evening, beneath the soft glow of the moon, Devor sat cross-legged in the garden, meditating among the lush, thriving plants. Each day, he tended to the garden with unwavering dedication, nurturing it to its fullest. Tonight, bathed in the moon''s gentle light, the plants glowed with a peaceful radiance.


    Delicate pollen, soft and colorful, drifted lazily from their leaves, like a light shower of stardust. It was a sign that the plants had absorbed the full extent of the natural energy, reaching a perfect harmony between life and spiritual power.


    Externally, Devor appeared deep in meditation, his face serene and still. But within, his experience was far from ordinary.


    In the depths of his mind, Devor found himself in an expansive, misty blue realm.


    Here, in the vastness of his mental space, his white robe remained as pristine as it was in the physical world. The space around him stretched endlessly, bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. The air hummed with a quiet, powerful energy, a presence that filled the infinite expanse.


    Above him hovered a single golden orb, pulsating gently with immense energy. Its light cast faint shadows across the misty expanse, radiating an aura of mystery.


    Surrounding the golden orb were six smaller blue orbs, orbiting it in perfect rhythm. Like celestial bodies, they left shimmering blue trails that wove intricate patterns through the void.


    Devor was using Ultimate Synthesis, his system¡¯s unique ability to refine and push techniques beyond their original limits.


    The golden orb symbolized the core of the cultivation technique he was refining, while the blue orbs acted as amplifiers, channeling energy, insights, and pathways to strengthen it.


    Each orb spun steadily, its light trails intertwining with the golden core. These glowing threads revealed subtle connections¡ªways for Devor to align the technique with his unique body and mind.


    Elder Sorin¡¯s teachings echoed in his mind.


    Devor knew this principle well: No two cultivators were the same. Body, soul, and mind were all unique, and while techniques could be universally applied, they required personal refinement to reach their true potential.


    But the process was fraught with risk. Rushing the refinement could disrupt the balance of Qi and spiritual energy, leading to irreversible damage¡ªor even death.


    Devor had endured countless failures, yet he remained unshaken, driven by his pursuit of mastery.


    The Ultimate Synthesis ability granted him a unique advantage: the power to simulate and refine techniques within the depths of his consciousness.


    Here, failure held no consequences for his body. He could experiment endlessly¡ªrefining, adjusting, and testing without fear of harm.


    This breakthrough had completely transformed his approach to cultivation. What would take others years, Devor could simulate and perfect in mere days.


    As time passed, a white mist began to rise from his body, swirling around him as if alive. Soon, vibrant threads of color¡ªred, green, yellow, blue, and white¡ªwove through the mist, representing the elemental energies he sought to harmonize.


    The colors danced and shifted, merging and separating as Devor absorbed the swirling mist into his body.


    A minute passed. Then two. Then five. Each moment felt longer, the weight of concentration deepening as the energies intertwined.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    By the tenth minute, Devor¡¯s form began to twist in his mind. His once pristine white robes darkened to a sickly purplish-black, and his body seemed poisoned, cracks forming along his skin like spreading fissures.


    Alarmed, Devor stopped the process, his eyes snapping open to the real world.


    Back in the garden, he exhaled sharply, staring at his trembling hands, which still seemed stained by the lingering image of the purplish-black hue in his mind.


    ¡°Another failure...¡± Devor muttered, his voice thick with frustration. He clenched his fists, eyes fixed on the peaceful garden¡ªa sharp contrast to the storm within him.


    The failure hit him hard, but he understood the stakes. He was trying to perfect the Essence of Nature Cultivation Technique, a method that absorbed spiritual energy directly from nature and fused it with the cultivator¡¯s body.


    Its potential was immense, but refining it was unlike anything Devor had faced before.


    ¡°How did its creator survive all this?¡± Devor murmured, awe and determination lacing his words.


    He was refining the technique for himself, not inventing it from scratch. Even with the system¡¯s help, Devor shuddered at how many times he would have perished without it.


    ¡°This technique has several stages: Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Core Formation, and Golden Core.¡± Devor muttered to himself, brows furrowing. ¡°If Outer Court Disciples are capped at Core Formation, then this technique must be for Inner Court Disciples, right?¡±


    Devor hadn¡¯t expected to receive a cultivation technique of such value, but he understood why it wasn¡¯t widely sought after. Tending to Spiritual Plants wasn¡¯t exactly glamorous, and Sorin had often voiced his frustration over the lack of disciples willing to take on the task.


    ¡°This technique could take me to the Golden Core Realm,¡± Devor thought, feeling a flicker of hope. ¡°But without rare treasures or lucky encounters, I might only reach Foundation Building.¡±


    Even with the system¡ªpowerful as it was¡ªDevor couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that his talent was lacking.


    He took a deep breath, clearing his mind, and returned to the real world. His eyes fluttered open, and the stiffness from hours of meditation hit him. He stretched, letting his neck tilt to release the tension in his muscles.


    As his body relaxed, Devor¡¯s focus shifted back to the garden. His sharp gaze swept over the Spiritual Plants, assessing their condition. Moving with practiced ease, he approached a plant whose energy felt stagnant.


    Devor sprinkled a fine, shimmering powder over its leaves, watching as it absorbed the surrounding natural energy. The plant visibly brightened, its spiritual energy surging, a small victory.


    Devor worked tirelessly, inspecting each plant with care. His hands moved with practiced precision, every gesture purposeful, as if each plant were a living part of him.


    There was no room for shortcuts. Every task demanded his full attention. Even when Yulin presented particularly difficult requests, Devor remained committed to doing things properly. The fear of failure¡ªand its consequences¡ªkept him focused.


    Above, hidden in the shadows, a figure watched silently, floating effortlessly in the night.


    The figure was Leifu, the Spiritual Hall Master, known for overseeing the Inner Sect''s most precious Spiritual Plants. His youthful appearance belied the centuries of experience he carried.


    ¡°It¡¯s rare for you to show interest in a disciple, Leifu.¡±


    A calm voice echoed in Leifu¡¯s mind. Startled, he quickly bowed in midair. ¡°Greetings, Sect Master.¡±


    The voice reverberated softly, but an invisible barrier kept Devor, still absorbed in his work, unaware of the exchange.


    ¡°You seem quite interested in that boy,¡± the Azure Sky Sect Master said gently, his words a soft presence in Leifu¡¯s mind.


    Leifu straightened, his gaze falling on Devor, who was tending the garden with focused precision, swatting away pests and carefully nurturing each plant.


    ¡°The boy¡¯s no ordinary disciple,¡± Leifu murmured, his tone thoughtful. ¡°His cultivation may be limited, but his understanding of Spiritual Plants is impressive.¡±


    ¡°Are you thinking about taking him on as your personal disciple?¡± the Sect Master asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.


    Leifu shook his head, his eyes lingering on Devor. ¡°His Spiritual Root is a roadblock. If he had a three-colored root, I wouldn¡¯t hesitate. But with a five-colored root... his potential is capped.¡±


    The Sect Master¡¯s voice softened. ¡°Yes, a five-colored Spiritual Root is a major limitation. Even with the Essence of Nature Cultivation Technique, his path will be difficult. But remember, Leifu, cultivation is about defying the heavens. What seems impossible today might change tomorrow.¡±


    Leifu frowned, weighing the Sect Master¡¯s words. ¡°Do you see something special in him, Sect Master?¡±


    ¡°No,¡± the Sect Master replied. ¡°But as you¡¯ve noticed, his dedication to the Spiritual Plants stands out. It takes more than talent to endure such challenges. He may not have the natural gifts, but his determination is relentless.¡±


    Leifu fell silent and looked back at Devor. The boy moved with purpose, fending off a swarm of spirit-devouring insects. Each strike was deliberate, sparing the delicate plants as he eliminated the pests.


    The Spiritual Hall Master smiled faintly. ¡°Perhaps you¡¯re right, Sect Master. The boy¡¯s resolve could push him past the limits of his Spiritual Root.¡±


    Devor continued his work in the distance, unaware of the watching eyes above. His hands steady, his focus unwavering, he nurtured life, hoping his own cultivation would one day flourish just as beautifully.

 Chapter 7 - Defying Limits

    Six months had passed in the blink of an eye, like dust carried away by the wind, leaving only traces of memories and loss behind.


    Devor stood in a quiet corner of the Spiritual Garden, a place where no plants grew, the soil barren. In front of him stood a simple wooden gravestone, carved with the name Doyu Li¡ªa name that would forever echo in his heart.


    Taking a deep breath, he fought to steady the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Slowly, he knelt on the ground, bowing his head three times, each time his forehead pressing gently to the cool earth. It was a final act of respect, a way to say goodbye to the man who had been his rock, whose memory would live on inside him.


    It had been a month since his grandfather passed.


    What Devor didn¡¯t know was that Senior Sister Yulin had quietly arranged for a few mortal caretakers to keep watch over his grandfather in the city. She had sensed what Devor had through his system¡ªthat Doyu Li¡¯s time was running out. Her foresight had allowed Devor to be there in his grandfather¡¯s final moments.


    Thanks to her help, Devor had been by his grandfather''s side when the end came. Afterward, he arranged for his grandfather¡¯s cremation, bringing the ashes back to the sect. With his contribution points, he sought Elder Sorin¡¯s aid to lay them to rest in the most peaceful corner of the Spiritual Garden.


    Even with the closure, the weight of the loss hung heavily on Devor¡¯s heart. He had already lost his family and friends back on Earth, and now he was faced with the pain of losing the only family he had left in the Cultivation World.


    Though his focus wavered and his cultivation took a hit, Devor still tended to the garden. His care remained unwavering, though there was a subtle dip in his usual precision, a quiet sign of the emotional toll he carried.


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    High above, on a mist-covered mountain peak bathed in the golden light of dawn, stood the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s core. At its center was the Spiritual Garden of the Inner Sect, a place far more magnificent than the one Devor tended.


    Here, the Spiritual Plants flourished with unparalleled vitality, their leaves shimmering like precious gems, and their petals radiating powerful auras. Each plant seemed to hum with quiet awareness, as if recognizing their importance to the sect. The air was rich with the pure, invigorating fragrance of spiritual energy, mixing with the crisp mountain breeze.


    In a modest hut overlooking the garden, Leifu, the Spiritual Hall Master, sat at ease. A steaming cup of tea rested in front of him, its delicate scent blending with the garden¡¯s natural perfume.


    His calm gaze cut through the swirling mist, watching Devor in the distant lower gardens. The boy knelt at his grandfather¡¯s grave, his face a picture of quiet sorrow.


    ¡°Oi, old Leifu, I¡¯m here for my monthly share!¡± A voice called out, cutting through the peaceful scene.


    Leifu didn¡¯t react, calmly sipping his tea as though the interruption were nothing more than a passing breeze.


    A moment later, Elder Sorin appeared beside the hut, his presence carrying the quiet authority of a seasoned cultivator. His eyes followed Leifu¡¯s gaze to Devor, watching him for a moment before speaking.


    ¡°If you¡¯re so interested in him, why not just take him as your personal disciple?¡± Sorin muttered, a hint of a scoff in his voice. Among the sect¡¯s elders, it was no secret that Leifu had shown a particular interest in Devor.


    Leifu set his cup down, his expression as serene as ever. ¡°I¡¯m not looking for a disciple,¡± he replied, ¡°It¡¯s his methods that intrigue me. Unlike me, he doesn¡¯t rely on Spiritual Sense to tend the plants.¡±


    Sorin raised an eyebrow. ¡°But Devor hasn¡¯t even reached Stage-5 Qi Refining yet. His Spiritual Sense hasn¡¯t awakened.¡±


    Spiritual Sense was a critical ability for cultivators, usually awakening at Stage-5 Qi Refining. It allowed them to perceive and interact with the world on a deeper level, enhancing their connection to spiritual energy.


    Leifu smiled faintly, his gaze unwavering. ¡°That¡¯s true. But the boy¡¯s already awakened his Spiritual Sense.¡±


    Sorin froze, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. With a flick of his power, he summoned a teapot and cup to pour himself some tea, but his concentration wavered. The teapot tipped too far, spilling its contents over the edge of the cup.


    ¡°Damn it,¡± Sorin muttered, quickly correcting the spill. But his focus shifted back to Leifu. ¡°Devor has already awakened his Spiritual Sense? When?¡±Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.


    Leifu¡¯s lips curled into a small grin. ¡°Two months ago,¡± he replied casually, a trace of amusement in his voice. ¡°It happened while he was tending to your Poisonous Spiritual Plant.¡±


    Sorin¡¯s surprise deepened. He set his cup down, his curiosity piqued. ¡°Two months ago? How did I miss that?¡±


    ¡°His Spiritual Sense is¡­ unconventional,¡± Leifu explained, his tone calm but intrigued. ¡°Its range is extremely limited¡ªbarely a meter. It¡¯s nothing like true Spiritual Sense, which usually covers at least five meters.¡±


    Sorin folded his arms, mulling over Leifu¡¯s words. ¡°A meter? That¡¯s practically useless in combat.¡±


    ¡°For now,¡± Leifu replied, his gaze sharpening as he watched Devor shoo away a small swarm of spirit-devouring insects from the garden. ¡°But it¡¯s more than enough for what he¡¯s doing here.¡±


    Below, Devor moved with careful precision, driving the pests away without disturbing the delicate plants. His movements were deliberate, each one a quiet reflection of his dedication and skill.


    Leifu¡¯s expression softened, his usual aloofness replaced by a rare flicker of admiration. ¡°The boy has his limits, sure,¡± he said quietly. ¡°But he¡¯s pushing past them. Who knows? Maybe one day, he¡¯ll shatter them completely.¡±


    A few moments later, Sorin¡¯s Spiritual Sense swept over Devor, and a flicker of disbelief crossed his face.


    ¡°He¡¯s still at Stage-3 Qi Refining¡­ How is this possible?¡± Sorin muttered, his voice tinged with astonishment.


    For a cultivator to awaken their Spiritual Sense at Stage-5 Qi Refining was considered the mark of a true genius, someone with immense potential. Awakening it at the Foundation Building Realm was more common, though still noteworthy.


    But Devor, with his five-colored Spiritual Root¡ªthe weakest among cultivators¡ªhad awakened his Spiritual Sense at Stage-3 Qi Refining?


    Even if its range was limited to just a meter, the fact that it was genuine Spiritual Sense made the achievement nothing short of extraordinary.


    "That''s exactly why the boy is so intriguing," Leifu said, a playful smile lighting up his youthful face. "He has a way of defying expectations."


    Sorin¡¯s frown deepened. "Old Leifu, if you don''t act soon, someone else might snatch Devor up as their personal disciple."


    Even Sorin found himself tempted to take Devor on, but for the sake of his alliance with Leifu¡ªand the promise of more Poisonous Spiritual Plants¡ªhe held back. That split-second decision lingered in his thoughts.


    Leifu, unfazed, took a calm sip of his tea. "I already have two personal disciples. Both are making great progress and will undoubtedly become pillars of the sect in the future."


    Sorin paused, unsure whether Leifu was boasting or just making a point.


    "They¡¯ve flourished under my guidance," Leifu added, his tone modest yet assured. "Their achievements are a reflection of the teachings I¡¯ve shared, as any good mentor would expect."


    Sorin¡¯s lips twisted into a sour smile. "You''re not the only one with talented disciples in this sect, you know."


    Leifu chuckled softly, shaking his head. "That¡¯s not what I¡¯m getting at. I can guide my disciples, provide them with the best resources, and help them realize their full potential. As their teacher, I take pride in their success."


    ¡°Yeah, yeah, we get it¡ªyou¡¯re the perfect mentor,¡± Sorin muttered, turning his gaze away with a hint of annoyance.


    Leifu¡¯s expression shifted, his tone becoming more contemplative. ¡°But Devor¡­¡± He paused, his gaze sharpening. ¡°He¡¯s different. Everything he¡¯s accomplished so far, he¡¯s done on his own. If I took him as a disciple and taught him my methods, would I help him¡ªor hold him back?¡±


    Sorin frowned. He hadn¡¯t thought about it that way before.


    Leifu continued, his voice steady but reflective. ¡°Even if Devor achieves greatness one day, would I truly take pride in it? Or would his success be his alone? He¡¯s always been extraordinary in his own way. He doesn¡¯t need me¡ªor anyone else¡ªto shape his path.¡±


    Sorin exhaled slowly, Leifu¡¯s words striking a chord. For all his pride in his own disciples, he had to admit that Devor¡¯s resilience and independence were rare qualities.


    Then, a sigh echoed through the air¡ªone neither of them had made.


    Startled, Sorin spun around, his voice sharp with irritation. ¡°Shameless eavesdroppers!¡±


    From the edges of the mist, a few faint presences swiftly retreated, melting back into the shadows.


    Sorin gritted his teeth, struggling to hold back his irritation. It wasn¡¯t surprising that Devor had caught the attention of the sect¡¯s elders¡ªhis rapid progress had certainly sparked curiosity. But few dared approach Leifu directly. Instead, they chose to watch from the shadows, waiting to see what decision he¡¯d make about the boy.


    Leifu¡¯s expression remained calm, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He¡¯d long known about the silent observers, waiting for him to reveal his stance on Devor.


    After a moment of quiet, Leifu spoke, his tone steady and deliberate. ¡°Elder Sorin, assign Devor more tasks. The sect needs more raw resources.¡±


    Sorin frowned, confusion flickering across his face. ¡°What kind of tasks?¡±


    Leifu¡¯s smile deepened. ¡°Triple his monthly task quota. If he succeeds, reward him with ten Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants.¡±


    Sorin¡¯s eyes widened in shock. ¡°Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants?¡±


    Spiritual Plants were ranked in four grades: Yellow, Earth, Sky, and Heaven. Even within the Azure Sky Sect, Sky-Grade plants were considered rare treasures, prized for their extraordinary potency.


    ¡°Those are treasures, even for cultivators like us,¡± Sorin said carefully. ¡°How do you expect Devor to handle plants of that caliber? He¡¯s only at Stage-3 Qi Refining.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s exactly why I¡¯m curious,¡± Leifu replied, his eyes sparkling with interest. ¡°Will he rise to the challenge, or squander the opportunity?¡±


    The reward was undeniably extravagant¡ªalmost too valuable for someone at Devor¡¯s current level. But to Leifu, this wasn¡¯t about the reward itself. It was a test.


    ¡°Devor¡¯s skills and determination will determine the outcome,¡± Leifu continued, his voice steady. ¡°If he succeeds, the Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants will be a well-earned treasure. If he fails¡­ then they were never meant for him.¡±


    Sorin fell silent, absorbing Leifu¡¯s words. Though skeptical, a flicker of excitement stirred within him. Devor¡¯s potential was still a mystery, and this challenge would reveal whether he could truly defy the odds¡ªor if his limits would finally catch up to him.

 Chapter 8 - The Gardeners Path

    A year had passed in the blink of an eye¡ªswift, yet leaving deep marks on everything it touched.


    Devor stood at the edge of the Spiritual Garden, where the earthy aroma of damp soil mixed with the soft hum of spiritual energy in the air. His eyes rested on a nearby pond, its surface reflecting a distorted image of himself.


    The face staring back wasn¡¯t the boy he once knew. The roundness of youth had faded, replaced by sharper, more defined features. His eyes held a quiet depth, the kind that comes from weathering life¡¯s storms. Subtle lines etched across his face hinted at the weight of the responsibilities he had borne over the past year.


    His hair, now long and neatly tied into a simple ponytail, danced gently in the morning breeze. The plain white robes he used to wear were gone, replaced by a light blue cloak adorned with intricate symbols¡ªa dragon entwined with a hexagonal leaf. The embroidery shimmered softly, as if imbued with spiritual energy. This cloak was more than just clothing; it was a symbol of his status, marking him as a true disciple of the Azure Sky Sect.


    Devor hadn¡¯t earned this recognition through natural talent or noble birth. His rise had come from relentless hard work and unwavering dedication. From an overlooked gardener, he had become one of the garden¡¯s most respected caretakers.


    He inhaled deeply, letting the garden¡¯s peace wash over him. The changes weren¡¯t just skin-deep; they reached into the very core of his being.


    Now, Devor¡¯s role had expanded beyond his own labor. He led a team of assistants, each one entrusted with the care of the sprawling Spiritual Garden under his watchful guidance.


    Not far off, a group of mortals and cultivators were busily tending to rows of spiritual plants, their hands moving with practiced care. Among them was Forly, one of the four who had entered the Azure Sky Sect alongside Devor years ago.


    Dressed in plain white robes without any distinguishing symbols, Forly approached Devor with measured steps. Though they were close in age, his demeanor reflected the growing divide in their ranks.


    "Greetings, Senior Devor," Forly said, offering a respectful bow.


    Devor turned, his expression softening into a calm smile. "How¡¯s everything going? No major problems, I hope?"


    Forly straightened, his face serious. "The Spiritual Plants were all checked this morning. Most are flourishing under your care, Senior. However, thirteen of them need your personal attention to address some specific issues."


    Devor nodded, considering the report. "Good work. Gather the others. We¡¯ll take a look at those plants together."


    Forly¡¯s eyes lit up with gratitude as he bowed again, deeper this time. "Thank you, Senior!"


    Within minutes, nine assistants had assembled before Devor, standing in orderly rows. The group consisted of four women and five men. Six had reached the Qi Refining stage, while the other three were mortals, some as young as thirteen. Despite their varying levels of cultivation, they all watched Devor with respect and eager anticipation.


    "Forly," Devor said, motioning towards him, "lead the way."


    The group followed as Forly led them along the garden¡¯s winding paths. Towering rows of Spiritual Plants lined the way, their leaves glistening like living gemstones. A soft, radiant glow emanated from them, filling the air with warmth and a sense of peace¡ªa clear sign of the garden¡¯s thriving life force.


    Devor walked with steady purpose, his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes occasionally flicked to his assistants. Some carried themselves with quiet confidence, while others¡ªespecially the younger ones¡ªseemed nervous, their eyes darting around as if unsure of their place in this serene yet powerful space.


    They soon reached the first plant in need of attention. Its green leaves were tinged with yellow, and it swayed weakly in the breeze. The stem drooped slightly, giving the plant a fatigued appearance.


    Forly pointed to it. "Senior Devor, this is one of the thirteen plants that needs care."


    Devor stepped closer, kneeling beside the plant. His fingers gently brushed along the stem, noting the roughness that shouldn¡¯t have been there. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in the faint, earthy scent of the leaves.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    After a brief pause, he stood and turned to address the group.


    ¡°This plant is suffering from spiritual exhaustion,¡± he explained, his tone calm but firm. ¡°The yellowing leaves and drooping stem are signs of an imbalance in the soil¡¯s nutrients. It happens when the spiritual energy it absorbs doesn¡¯t match its growth needs.¡±


    The group listened intently, some hurriedly jotting down notes in small notebooks, their pens scratching softly against the paper.


    A young cultivator named Liyu raised her hand tentatively. ¡°Senior, how do we fix it?¡±


    Devor gave her a reassuring smile, his calm presence putting the group at ease. "The first step is to treat the soil. Mix Spirit Nurture Powder and Rejuvenation Powder in a one-to-three ratio. This blend will replenish the spiritual energy around the roots."


    He gestured toward the plant, his voice steady but encouraging. "Also, make sure to prune the damaged leaves. That way, the plant can focus its energy on the healthier parts, speeding up its recovery."


    The assistants nodded, absorbing his instructions. Some memorized his words, while others quickly scribbled notes. Forly, with more experience, began gathering the necessary tools to implement Devor¡¯s guidance.


    The group soon moved on to the next plant¡ªa Spirit Moon Flower. Normally, its petals glowed with a soft silver light, but now they were dull and lifeless.


    Devor knelt beside it, gently brushing his fingers over the petals¡¯ surface.


    "This one¡¯s suffering from a low-energy pest infestation," he said, pointing to the faint bite marks on the petals. "We¡¯ll need to spray it with Clearwind Leaf Extract diluted in purified water. This solution will drive the pests away without harming the flower¡¯s delicate structure."


    As they followed Devor from plant to plant, the session evolved into more than just maintenance. Each issue became a learning moment, with Devor turning every challenge into an opportunity to teach, not merely instruct.


    He didn¡¯t just give orders¡ªhe explained the reasoning behind each solution with patient clarity. Devor made sure everyone, from the experienced cultivators to the youngest mortals, understood the intricacies of nurturing Spiritual Plants.


    By the time they had tended to all thirteen plants, the group gathered in a semi-circle around Devor, their faces reflecting a newfound appreciation for their work.


    Devor straightened, his hands resting behind his back. "Remember," he said, his voice a balance of authority and warmth, "caring for Spiritual Plants isn¡¯t about mindlessly following instructions. You need to understand each plant¡¯s nature, listen to what they need, and adapt accordingly. Every plant is unique, just like each cultivator¡¯s path."


    The group nodded eagerly, their respect for Devor deepening with every word. This wasn¡¯t just another routine task¡ªit had become a transformative lesson, strengthening their bond with the garden and the sect.


    Forly, standing among them, felt a swell of pride. To him, Devor wasn¡¯t just a senior; he was a true mentor, guiding them with wisdom and care.


    After confirming that all the plants were stable, Devor invited the group to sit in a line. "Now," he said, "feel free to ask any questions about the issues we encountered today or anything else you¡¯d like clarified."


    One by one, they shared their thoughts and questions. Devor answered each with patience, drawing on his personal experience to offer clear, thoughtful explanations. He stressed the importance of careful observation¡ªusing sight, smell, and touch to understand a plant¡¯s condition.


    While many cultivators relied heavily on Spiritual Sense, Devor¡¯s methods were grounded in practical techniques that even mortals could use. He taught them how to connect with the garden in a hands-on way, emphasizing that Spiritual Sense, though invaluable for higher-grade plants, wasn¡¯t always necessary¡ªespecially for the Yellow-Grade plants they worked with.


    The Q&A session lasted about half an hour. When it was over, Devor dismissed the group. As they dispersed, their faces lit up with enthusiasm, eager to put their newfound knowledge into practice.


    Devor watched them go, a faint smile playing on his lips. For the first time that day, he felt a deep sense of peace¡ªnot from cultivation, but from the simple joy of sharing knowledge.


    As the garden returned to its serene quiet, Devor murmured, "Open Profile."


    [ Name: Devor Li ]


    [ Gender: Male ]


    [ Age: 15/125 ]


    [ Cultivation: Stage-5 Qi Refining Realm ]


    [ Spiritual Energy: 673/673 ]


    [ Spiritual Root: Five-Color Root ]


    [ Knowledge: 124 Books ]


    [ Enlightenment Realm Points: 16 ]


    [ Abilities: Ultimate Synthesis, Attribute Analyzer, Ultimate Comprehension (Lv1) ]


    Devor¡¯s gaze lingered on one detail¡ªhis Enlightenment Realm Points, now showing 16.


    "The points usually go up by one each year," he murmured. "But after I taught them, another point appeared..."


    His brow furrowed, curiosity flickering in his eyes. Could sharing knowledge with others somehow influence the system?


    Devor exhaled softly, his thoughts turning to the system¡¯s mysterious mechanics. To unlock the Enlightenment Realm through Ultimate Synthesis, he needed 100 points.


    ¡°At this rate, it¡¯ll take decades to gather enough,¡± he thought, sighing inwardly. Yet, the unexpected increase gave him a glimmer of hope. Maybe teaching others was a way to speed up the process.


    His thoughts drifted to the Sky-Grade Spiritual Plant promised by Elder Sorin. The reward was extraordinary¡ªpractically priceless. But it also came with immense pressure.


    "Can I really handle it?" Devor whispered, his eyes scanning the vibrant garden around him.


    Sky-Grade plants were a world apart from the Yellow-Grade ones he tended daily. Their delicate nature and immense spiritual energy required a level of expertise he wasn¡¯t sure he had yet.


    Still, a faint smile tugged at his lips. Challenge bred growth. Whether he succeeded or failed, he would face the task with the same perseverance that had brought him this far.

 Chapter 9 - Cycles of Growth

    The sun dipped low, casting a warm, orange glow through the swaying leaves, painting Devor in hues of gold. He sat cross-legged on the soft grass, his face calm but focused, as though in perfect harmony with the vast expanse of the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s Spiritual Garden stretching before him.


    This was no ordinary garden. Spanning 25 square kilometers, it was one of ten sacred gardens in the Outer Sect. Each plot was like a world unto itself, teeming with life and pulsing with boundless energy, nearly the size of a small village.


    Devor had been entrusted with the care of five such plots¡ªa rare honor, given only to those proven capable and reliable. Alongside him, six other cultivators, including Yulin and Liara, worked tirelessly to maintain the delicate balance of this sacred place.


    Tending the garden wasn¡¯t just a task; it was an art. It demanded deep knowledge, skill, and a finely honed Spiritual Sense. Without these, failure was certain.


    In just two years, Devor had surged ahead of his peers, mastering the garden¡¯s secrets and even surpassing some senior cultivators. Born a mortal, he had pushed beyond every limitation, turning obstacles into stepping stones through sheer determination.


    Now, with his Spiritual Sense fully developed, Devor could study the plants with extraordinary precision, sensing even the slightest shifts in their energy.


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    Devor¡¯s meditative focus locked onto the hundred-square-meter plot before him. Each leaf and petal shimmered faintly, releasing soft sparks of ethereal light into the air. The garden seemed to sway gently, as if moved by an unseen melody carried on the breeze.


    Slowly, Devor opened his eyes. His Spiritual Sense reached out, attuned to the gentle waves of energy radiating from the plants. The soft green luminescence and silver shimmer danced in the air like fireflies, weaving a serene tapestry around him.


    He took a deep breath and activated the Essence of Nature Cultivation Technique, a method he had meticulously refined over time. At his command, the surrounding energy responded, flowing toward him in smooth, harmonious streams that blended seamlessly with his aura.


    The energy coursed through his meridians, warm and soothing, like morning dew revitalizing dry earth. In his mind, it felt alive¡ªgentle, yet brimming with the potential for profound transformation.


    With practiced ease, Devor guided the energy through his body, following the pathways of his cultivation technique. A soft, golden glow began to emanate from him, a sign that the process was flowing smoothly.


    Once the energy stabilized, Devor opened his palm and directed a portion of it back into the garden.


    A stream of golden-green light flowed from his hand, gently washing over the plants. Their once-dull petals brightened, colors deepening into vibrant hues, while the leaves swayed, as if expressing silent gratitude.


    A small smile tugged at Devor¡¯s lips. A quiet sense of fulfillment settled over him.


    ¡°They give me strength, and I help them flourish in return. A perfect cycle,¡± he thought, his gaze lingering on the revitalized plants.


    Devor wasn¡¯t one to linger. He closed his eyes again, deepening his Spiritual Sense, letting it stretch further into the garden. This time, he didn¡¯t just observe the energy¡ªhe felt it, as if the plants themselves were whispering their gratitude.


    The process became a silent dance of harmony and connection. Time seemed to slow as Devor immersed himself in the ebb and flow of energy, sensing the pulse of life in every stem, leaf, and root.


    When he finally opened his eyes, the sun had set, and the garden was bathed in the cool, silver glow of moonlight.


    Devor exhaled slowly, a calm settling over him. "The progress is steady," he thought, his faint smile tinged with determination. "It¡¯s a small step, but with time, this technique will be perfected."


    The weight of his grandfather¡¯s passing still lingered in his heart, but cultivation had become his refuge. His grief had transformed into a quiet strength, driving his resolve to grow ever stronger.


    As he prepared to delve deeper into the Ultimate Synthesis Technique, a subtle shift in the air pulled him from his focus. His Spiritual Sense picked up faint footsteps approaching in the distance.


    Devor¡¯s eyes opened, calm but alert. A figure emerged from the shadows, stepping cautiously into view. It was Forly, his junior and one of his trusted assistants. The young man stopped a few paces away and bowed deeply.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    "Greetings, Senior," Forly said respectfully. "Senior Wulin has come to visit."


    Devor nodded, his expression softening slightly as he offered a rare, brief smile. "Thank you, Forly."


    He rose smoothly, brushing off his robes, the light blue fabric catching the moonlight with a faint shimmer. Without another word, he began walking toward the garden''s entrance, his footsteps measured and steady.


    The Spiritual Garden was one of the most sacred places in the Outer Sect. Only those with the proper authorization could step onto its grounds, and even the most senior disciples treated it with reverence.


    As Devor made his way to the entrance, the gentle rustling of the plants seemed to follow him, like a silent farewell from the garden he so diligently cared for.


    After a short walk, he reached the entrance, with Forly close behind.


    The entrance was marked by a modest yet elegant fifty-meter-wide building. Its simple design radiated warmth and order, reflecting the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s balanced philosophy of beauty and practicality.


    Surrounding the building, vibrant flowers and lush greenery created an inviting atmosphere. The fragrant aroma of the blossoms greeted all who approached, offering a sense of calm and serenity.


    Near one of the round stone tables, five chairs were neatly arranged. Seated at the table was a man who exuded quiet composure. His long hair cascaded down his back, and he wore the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s signature light blue robe, adorned with subtle embroidery. This was Wulin, the cultivator Forly had mentioned. Standing beside him were two others¡ªa man and a woman¡ªboth radiating a calm but formidable presence.


    As Devor approached, Wulin rose gracefully from his seat, his companions following suit.


    "Fellow Daoist Devor," Wulin greeted, clasping his hands and offering a slight bow. His companions mirrored the gesture with practiced ease.


    Devor returned the gesture with equal respect, clasping his fists and bowing slightly. "Greetings, Senior Brother Wulin." Forly, standing just behind Devor, quickly followed suit, bowing in unison.


    "There¡¯s no need for formalities," Wulin said with a warm smile. "You may simply call me Wulin."


    Devor shook his head politely. "I¡¯ve still got a long way to go before I can address you as an equal, Senior."


    Wulin¡¯s expression softened, a flicker of quiet approval in his eyes. It was rare to find such humility and composure in someone so young, especially in the world of cultivators. By addressing Devor as a Fellow Daoist, Wulin had extended a notable mark of respect, treating him as a peer despite the gap in their cultivation levels.


    Behind them, Forly watched in quiet awe. For Devor, still in the Qi Refining Realm, to receive such recognition from a Foundation Building cultivator was nothing short of remarkable.


    "I¡¯ve brought what you requested," Wulin said, reaching into the folds of his robe and pulling out a small, unassuming cloth pouch.


    "That was fast," Devor remarked, his brows lifting slightly in surprise.


    With a casual toss, Wulin sent the pouch through the air. Devor caught it effortlessly, immediately probing its contents with his Spiritual Sense. Inside were five glowing Spiritual Plant Seeds, each radiating potent Fire Qi.


    A satisfied smile spread across Devor¡¯s face. He reached into his robes and pulled out a beast-skin pouch about the size of a child¡¯s head. With practiced ease, he handed it to Wulin.


    Wulin inspected the pouch with his Spiritual Sense. Inside was an assortment of rare Spiritual Plants that Devor had carefully cultivated. The pouch itself was a size-reducing artifact, designed to shrink its contents for easier storage¡ªan invaluable tool for cultivators engaged in trade.


    Nodding in approval, Wulin gestured to the woman at his side. She stepped forward and handed Devor two identical size-reducing pouches.


    "Two?" Devor asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.


    Wulin smiled knowingly. "I have a friend in the Blazing Fire Sect who helped me procure these. As your senior, I can¡¯t take advantage of a junior like you, especially in a trade."


    Devor had always maintained a rule in his dealings: buyers had to provide their own size-reducing pouches to ensure smooth transactions. Wulin¡¯s gesture of offering more than required spoke volumes about his character.


    "Thank you, Senior," Devor said, clasping his fists in gratitude.


    Wulin tucked the beast-skin pouch into his robe, a curious smile playing on his lips. "Don¡¯t you ever tire of tending this garden, Devor? Surely you deserve a break now and then."


    Devor¡¯s smile softened. "The garden is my sanctuary, Senior. The Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Qi here strengthens my cultivation. Its stillness brings me peace."


    Wulin chuckled lightly. "Fair enough. Still, if you ever feel like wandering beyond these grounds, my Cultivation Cave is always open. I can provide you with some Cultivation Pills if you need them."


    "I appreciate the offer, Senior," Devor replied, his tone respectful but warm.


    Over the past two years, Devor had naturally built connections with disciples in various specialties, including Alchemy. Every month, he met the sect¡¯s Spiritual Plant quota, and any surplus he cultivated was his to trade. This system was part of the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s philosophy, teaching its disciples the realities of the Cultivation World and encouraging them to build their own networks.


    With their exchange complete, Wulin and his companions began to take their leave. Before turning away, Wulin gave Devor one last glance. "Keep up the good work, Fellow Daoist. Your dedication is rare and will serve you well."


    Devor inclined his head respectfully. "Thank you, Senior. Safe travels."


    As Wulin and his companions disappeared down the path, Forly looked at Devor, his eyes filled with admiration. "Senior Devor, how do you always manage to impress even Foundation Building cultivators?"


    Devor glanced at Forly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It¡¯s not about impressing others, Forly. It¡¯s about doing your best with the responsibilities you¡¯re given. The rest follows naturally."


    Forly nodded thoughtfully, considering his senior¡¯s words.


    Devor turned back to the Spiritual Garden, the familiar scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers filling his senses. To him, the garden wasn¡¯t just a duty¡ªit was a sanctuary, a place where he could cultivate not only his strength but also his spirit.

 Chapter 10 - Seeds of Ambition

    Two days slipped by like a whisper on the wind.


    Devor stood at the edge of the Spiritual Garden, clutching a rectangular Jade Token. His brow furrowed as he muttered to himself, "Since when do we have to pick up task rewards in person from the Resource Pavilion?"


    That morning, the token had appeared before him, along with a small note instructing him to claim his reward himself.


    Usually, Devor left such chores to Forly. Whether it was collecting his monthly stipend or his earnings as a garden keeper, Forly would handle it with Devor''s identity token.


    But this time, the note had been clear¡ªhe had to go himself.


    The unusual request gnawed at him. Was the reward exceptionally valuable? Or was there something else going on?


    "Devor? Where are you off to?"


    A familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts.


    He turned to see Yulin, her presence as commanding as ever. She looked exactly as she had the day they first met¡ªher long black hair flowing down her back, her light blue robes catching the gentle breeze.


    "Senior Sister Yulin," Devor greeted her with a slight nod. "I¡¯m heading to the Resource Pavilion to pick up a reward from the sect."


    "Why not send Forly like usual?" Yulin asked, tilting her head in curiosity as she moved to stand beside him.


    Devor sighed softly. "The note says I have to pick it up myself."


    "That¡¯s odd," Yulin said, pursing her lips. Then, her expression brightened. "I¡¯m heading there too. Today¡¯s the welcoming ceremony for the new disciples, and I¡¯ve been assigned to show them around the sect."


    "New disciples?" Devor asked, his interest piqued.


    Every five years, the Azure Sky Sect took in new recruits, typically between the ages of 10 and 30. The older the candidate, the stricter the acceptance standards.


    "You should come with me," Yulin suggested, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. "It¡¯s a good opportunity to get familiar with the sect¡¯s layout. You¡¯ve been here for years, and yet..." She raised an eyebrow and gave him a teasing look. "Do you even know where the Formation Hall, Alchemy Hall, or Forging Hall are?"


    Devor opened his mouth to reply but paused, realizing he couldn¡¯t actually answer.


    "Exactly!" Yulin said, feigning frustration. "Three whole years in the sect, and you don¡¯t even know where the major halls are or what they¡¯re for!"


    Devor scratched the back of his neck, feeling sheepish. He had spent most of his time in the Spiritual Garden, focused on his work and cultivation.


    "Look, it¡¯s a good idea to explore a bit," Yulin insisted, her tone lighter now. "There¡¯s more to Azure Sky than just this garden."


    After a moment of hesitation, Devor sighed and reluctantly nodded. "Alright, Senior. I¡¯ll come with you."


    Yulin¡¯s face lit up with a smile. "Great! We¡¯ll get there quickly on my flying sword¡ª"


    Before she could finish, Devor took off down the path, sprinting as fast as he could.


    "Wait! Devor!" Yulin called out, frustration creeping into her voice. "You¡¯re a cultivator and a true disciple now! Stop running from flying swords!"


    But Devor didn¡¯t slow down. He disappeared into the distance, his pace frantic as if fleeing a fierce beast.


    Yulin pouted, crossing her arms. With a huff, she floated into the air and, sighing, zipped after him, muttering to herself, "He¡¯ll have to get used to it eventually."


    ??????


    At the Resource Pavilion


    Devor arrived at the Resource Pavilion, a grand building that radiated power and wealth. He handed his Jade Token to the elder at the counter, who, with a nod, passed him a Spatial Ring.


    Devor held the ring in his hand, focusing his Spiritual Sense to inspect it. The internal space was vast¡ªabout ten cubic meters, far larger than the small size-reducing pouches he usually used.


    Inside the ring were ten sleek black boxes, each containing a Sky-Grade Spiritual Seed.


    The sect had originally planned to reward Devor with partially grown Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants¡ªplants that only needed to be transplanted into his garden.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    But Devor had asked for something different. "Elder Sorin," he had said during their earlier conversation, "I¡¯m not sure I can properly care for fully developed Sky-Grade plants. Could I please have seeds instead?"


    The elder had agreed, impressed by Devor¡¯s honesty. The seeds were a safer choice for the sect, and they would allow Devor to develop his skills at his own pace.


    Now, as Devor held the Spatial Ring, a mix of excitement and nervousness stirred inside him. These weren¡¯t just any seeds. Growing them would take exceptional skill and precision, but the rewards could be immense.


    "I¡¯ll need to adjust my cultivation methods... and my schedule," he murmured to himself. "Failure isn¡¯t an option."


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    Back Outside


    When Devor exited the pavilion, he found Yulin waiting for him near a group of decorative plum blossom trees.


    "What took you so long?" Yulin teased, crossing her arms.


    Devor smiled and held out the Spatial Ring. "The sect gave me something special this time."


    Yulin raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A Spatial Ring? Not bad. What¡¯s inside?"


    "Sky-Grade Spiritual Seeds," Devor said casually, though there was a subtle note of pride in his voice.


    "Sky-Grade Seeds?!" Yulin¡¯s eyes widened in surprise. "That¡¯s... impressive."


    Devor gave a light shrug. "The seeds are better suited to my abilities than fully grown plants. I still have a lot to learn."


    Yulin studied him for a moment, her expression softening. "You¡¯ve come a long way in three years, Devor. But don¡¯t push yourself too hard. You can¡¯t take care of others if you forget to take care of yourself."


    Her words hit home, and Devor gave her a small, appreciative smile. "I¡¯ll keep that in mind, Senior."


    Naturally, Devor had also requested more advanced knowledge on Spiritual Plants, especially regarding the ten seeds now in his possession.


    As they walked together along the wide stone path that wound through the heart of the Azure Sky Sect, the bustle of daily life surrounded them. Disciples hurried past, their light blue and white robes fluttering in the morning breeze. Some exchanged brief greetings, while others were absorbed in their own thoughts, their faces set in determined expressions.


    The air was crisp, and the sunlight filtered through the tall pine trees lining the path. At the center of the square stood a magnificent statue of a coiling dragon, its body twisting gracefully above a sea of clouds. The dragon¡¯s eyes gleamed as though alive, radiating an aura of strength and timeless power. It stood as a proud symbol of the Azure Sky Sect, a constant reminder of its legacy and might.


    Before the statue, about a hundred disciples stood in neat, orderly lines. Their expressions varied¡ªsome were filled with excitement, others showed signs of nervous anticipation. The air felt charged, as if something important was about to happen.


    "Only a hundred new disciples?" Devor asked, casting a curious glance at Yulin.


    "The actual number is much higher," Yulin replied, her tone calm and matter-of-fact. "These hundred have passed the entrance trials and been fully accepted into the Sect. The rest are still undergoing tests to determine their status."


    "Tests?" Devor¡¯s interest sharpened. "What kind of tests?"


    Yulin gave a slight smirk, clearly amused by his curiosity. "Do you really think the Azure Sky Sect accepts just anyone? To join a Sect like this, every aspirant has to prove their worth. Even after passing the initial trials, they must still earn their place in the Sect¡¯s hierarchy."


    She crossed her arms and went on, "There are four main statuses in the Azure Sky Sect: Inner Disciples, Outer Disciples, Nameless Disciples, and Apprentices."


    Devor blinked, his brow furrowing in mild confusion. "Why am I only hearing about this now?"


    Yulin let out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. "It¡¯s basic information. If you¡¯d bothered to visit the Sect Library and read the introductory books, you¡¯d already know this."


    Devor shifted uncomfortably, his gaze drifting away as a wave of embarrassment washed over him.


    "You¡¯ve spent so much time in the Spiritual Garden that you¡¯ve missed out on everything else," Yulin said, her tone carrying a touch of exasperation.


    Devor awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, offering an innocent smile.


    Yulin shook her head, but a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Alright, let me break it down for you."


    She gestured to her own light blue robe. "Inner Disciples wear dark blue robes, while Outer Disciples like us wear these light blue ones. You¡¯ve probably figured that out already just by looking around."


    Devor nodded. That much had been obvious for some time.


    "Nameless Disciples, though, wear white robes with unique symbols that represent their contributions to the Sect. Like the six-pointed leaf symbol you wore as a gardener," Yulin explained. "If a disciple¡¯s robe has the Dragon symbol, it means the Sect sees great potential in them. It¡¯s like a probationary status, for those who are likely to become true disciples."


    Devor¡¯s eyes lit up as he remembered his early days in the Sect. He had passed through those stages himself, though no one had bothered to explain their meaning at the time.


    "And finally," Yulin continued, "there are the Apprentices, who wear plain white robes with no symbols at all. They¡¯re at the very bottom of the Sect¡¯s hierarchy."


    Devor let out a quiet sigh. "So the Sect¡¯s structure is a lot more complex than I thought."


    "It is," Yulin said, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "And you¡¯ve climbed through it faster than most. Becoming a true disciple in such a short time is no small achievement."


    "I was just lucky," Devor replied, brushing it off modestly.


    Yulin raised an eyebrow, studying him intently. It was hard to tell if he was being overly humble or if he truly thought his accomplishments were nothing special.


    "You started as an Apprentice with a Five-Color Spiritual Root¡ªthe lowest tier of spiritual aptitude. In less than a year, you became a Nameless Disciple. Then, just another year later, you were promoted to a true disciple and accepted as an Outer Disciple of the Azure Sky Sect," Yulin said, her voice a mix of pride and disbelief.


    Devor blinked, processing her words. It was only now that he fully grasped how far he¡¯d come.


    "Your story¡¯s been making the rounds among the Outer Disciples," Yulin added, a warm smile on her face. "A mortal with a weak Spiritual Root who rose to prominence in just a few years. You might not realize it, but your name is well-known¡ªeven if you''ve spent most of your time tucked away in the Spiritual Garden."


    Devor raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Known? Me?"


    Yulin chuckled softly. "You might not be chasing attention, but your actions have a way of making it follow you."


    What neither of them realized, however, was that Devor¡¯s accomplishments hadn¡¯t just caught the attention of the Outer Disciples. The higher-ups of the Azure Sky Sect, those with far more discerning eyes, had begun to take note of the quiet yet exceptional young cultivator.

 Chapter 11 - The Path of Mastery

    While walking along the path, Yulin and Devor approached the line of new Azure Sky Sect disciples.


    Devor¡¯s eyes immediately landed on Wulin, someone he¡¯d met before, standing with three others¡ªtwo men and a woman¡ªnone of whom he recognized.


    "Devor? You¡¯re here too?" Wulin asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced from Devor to Yulin, who strolled up with Devor trailing behind.


    Yulin gave a slight shrug, a faint smile playing on her lips. "He¡¯s been around for a while, but in some ways, he¡¯s still like a new disciple."


    Wulin chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. He turned to Devor and offered a friendly nod, his expression calm as ever.


    Devor returned the gesture with a small bow, keeping his demeanor respectful.


    The three senior disciples, noticing the interaction, turned their curious gazes on Devor. His name seemed familiar, though none of them spoke.


    Feeling the weight of their attention, Devor shifted uncomfortably. The sight of nearly a hundred new disciples lined up neatly in rows, with him standing awkwardly among the senior disciples, made him feel out of place.


    "Should I join the line?" Devor asked quietly, his voice carrying a hint of unease.


    Yulin waved him off. "No need. This is just a formality for the newcomers."


    After a brief exchange among the senior disciples, Wulin stepped forward. His calm but commanding presence drew the attention of the gathered recruits.


    When Wulin began to speak, his voice carried effortlessly across the square, clear and commanding. His tone was steady, radiating confidence as he addressed the assembled disciples.


    "Welcome to the Azure Sky Sect," he began, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Here, you¡¯ll learn more than just cultivation techniques. You¡¯ll study Alchemy, Forging, Formations, and other disciplines, refining not only your strength but also your understanding of the Dao."


    The new disciples listened intently, their eyes filled with anticipation.


    Wulin continued, emphasizing the Sect¡¯s commitment to well-rounded development, blending physical cultivation with intellectual growth. "True power," he declared, "doesn¡¯t just come from strong spiritual energy. It comes from a clear mind and a deep understanding of the world around you."


    He went on to outline the Sect¡¯s policies. "At the Azure Sky Sect, we value individual growth. For those interested in Alchemy, any Pills you refine beyond the monthly quota are yours to keep. You can use them for your own cultivation or trade them with your fellow disciples. This freedom is a testament to our support for your advancement."


    Devor listened thoughtfully, the words resonating with his own experience. As the caretaker of the Spiritual Garden, the Sect had granted him a personal plot of 200 square meters to cultivate plants of his choice, as long as he met his monthly quotas.


    Wulin stressed the importance of relationships within the Sect. "Building strong connections here is crucial. Cooperation and camaraderie don¡¯t just strengthen individuals¡ªthey fortify the unity of our Azure Sky Sect. This harmony is the foundation of our strength."


    Devor, however, found his attention starting to drift as Wulin¡¯s speech became repetitive. His gaze wandered to the line of new disciples.


    At the front of the crowd, four individuals immediately stood out. Unlike the others clad in light blue robes, signifying their status as Outer Disciples, these four wore dark blue robes, marking them as Inner Disciples.


    Devor¡¯s curiosity was piqued. Becoming an Inner Disciple right upon entering the Sect was a rare accomplishment. Intrigued, he decided to take a closer look, activating his Attribute Analyzer ability.


    A translucent interface appeared in his vision, zeroing in on the girl at the far left of the group.


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    [ Cultivation: Stage-4 Qi Refining ]


    [ Spiritual Energy: 843 ]


    Devor raised an eyebrow, his mind racing. "She¡¯s only at Stage-4 Qi Refining, one level below me, but her Spiritual Energy is higher?"


    It was an unusual discrepancy. Typically, a higher cultivation stage came with greater Spiritual Energy reserves. Devor couldn¡¯t help but wonder what kind of Spiritual Root or cultivation technique she possessed to achieve such an impressive result.


    A gentle nudge from Yulin pulled Devor out of his thoughts. She leaned in slightly, her voice laced with amusement. "Curious, aren¡¯t you?"


    Devor offered a faint smile, neither confirming nor denying it.


    "They¡¯re not exactly ordinary," Yulin continued, her tone playful. "With their families backing them, it¡¯s no surprise their Cultivation foundations are so strong."


    Devor nodded, processing the information. If she came from a powerful family, it would explain her impressive spiritual energy and the air of authority she carried.


    Sensing his growing curiosity, Yulin added, "The Azure Sky Sect doesn¡¯t care about your background, but those from influential families definitely have certain advantages. Don¡¯t let it bother you."


    Devor exhaled quietly, pushing down the competitive spark that had flared inside him. "I get it. Talent and resources matter, but hard work and persistence can bridge the gap."


    Yulin¡¯s smile softened, clearly pleased with his response.


    Devor¡¯s gaze lingered on the girl with short black hair that just brushed her shoulders. Her striking beauty was hard to ignore, captivating enough to tempt anyone into stealing a longer glance.


    Devor¡¯s attention soon shifted to the group as a whole. Activating his Attribute Analyzer, he examined their cultivation attributes. Each of the four Inner Disciples surpassed him in terms of Spiritual Energy.


    What shocked him the most was the young man standing calmly among them.


    The boy, around 15 years old, was at Stage-5 Qi Refining, the same level as Devor. Yet his Spiritual Energy was an astonishing 1,500¡ªdouble Devor¡¯s own.


    "No wonder they were made Inner Disciples right away," Devor thought, stifling a sigh. Each one of them is exceptional.


    After Wulin¡¯s long and somewhat monotonous speech, the senior disciples led the new recruits on a tour of the Sect.


    They visited the Alchemy Hall, the Forging Hall, and even the Farmer Hall, each bustling with activity and filled with the rich scents of incense, herbs, and the faint hum of Spiritual Qi.


    At each stop, Yulin explained how the new disciples could study disciplines like Alchemy and Forging. She also pointed out the Mission Hall, where they could take on tasks or assist other disciples in exchange for wages or contribution points.


    As the tour went on, Devor remained respectfully quiet, absorbing the information while letting his thoughts wander. But when they arrived at the Cultivation Hall, his interest sharpened.


    The Cultivation Hall was an expansive structure surrounded by wide training fields. Inside, disciples practiced various techniques, their movements fluid yet powerful. Streams of Spiritual Energy danced in the air, leaving glowing trails as the cultivators honed their skills.


    "In the Cultivation Hall," Yulin began, "you can study a wide range of Cultivation Techniques. For martial techniques, however, you¡¯ll need to visit the Martial Hall."


    A young disciple hesitantly raised his hand. "Can we learn any Cultivation Technique we want here?"


    Yulin nodded. "Each new disciple is granted one free quota to learn a Cultivation Technique of their choice," she explained. "After that, you¡¯ll need to use contribution points to access more techniques."


    Another disciple, a young girl, spoke up next. "Where does the Sect get all these techniques?"


    Yulin¡¯s lips curved into a faint smile. "Good question. Many of the techniques come from ancient ruins or were acquired as spoils of war."


    The mention of war made several disciples shift uneasily, their expressions flickering between awe and apprehension.


    "But not all techniques come from such sources," Yulin continued, her tone softening. "Over the generations, many disciples of the Sect have created their own techniques. When they contribute these creations to the Sect, they¡¯re rewarded with contribution points or equivalent goods."


    Devor¡¯s eyes narrowed in thought. The idea of creating a Cultivation Technique intrigued him. After a moment of hesitation, he raised his hand, mimicking the respectful etiquette of the other disciples.


    Yulin noticed his raised hand and arched an eyebrow, mildly surprised. "What is it, Junior?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.


    Ignoring the "Junior" remark, Devor asked seriously, "Creating a Cultivation Technique is incredibly dangerous. How did past disciples manage to create techniques from scratch without... dying?"


    Yulin¡¯s playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a more solemn expression. "You¡¯re right¡ªcreating a new Cultivation Technique is risky and can indeed lead to death if approached recklessly," she said. "I can¡¯t give you a detailed answer. If you¡¯re serious about learning more, you¡¯ll need to use your contribution points to meet the Cultivation Hall Master. He¡¯s the expert on these matters."


    Devor¡¯s eyes lit up at her suggestion. "Thank you, Senior Sister!" he said, bowing deeply, his gratitude genuine.


    Before Yulin could respond, Devor turned on his heel and began striding toward the entrance of the Cultivation Hall, his excitement evident in his quick steps.


    "Wait!" Yulin called out, her tone edged with exasperation. "Where do you think you¡¯re going?"


    Devor paused, turning back to face her. "To meet the Cultivation Hall Master, of course," he replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.


    Yulin sighed, rubbing her temple. "You can do that later. The tour isn¡¯t over yet."


    Realizing his mistake, Devor stopped, nodded apologetically, and returned to the group.


    As he rejoined the line, Yulin felt an unexpected sense of relief. For some reason, seeing Devor follow her instructions brought her a surprising amount of satisfaction. She smirked inwardly, wondering if teasing him like this might become a habit.


    Oblivious to her thoughts, Devor refocused on the tour, already planning how he would use his contribution points to uncover the mysteries of creating Cultivation Techniques.

 Chapter 12 - The Path Unfolds

    In just two hours, Devor had explored almost every corner of the Outer Disciples'' facilities. The grand halls, tranquil meditation gardens, and corridors lined with intricate murals telling the sect¡¯s storied history left him in awe. Every part of the Azure Sky Sect seemed to pulse with life, steeped in a legacy that extended far deeper into the Cultivation World than Devor had ever dreamed.


    Still, beneath his admiration, a twinge of envy stirred. The privileges of the Inner Disciples were impossible to ignore¡ªcultivation grounds brimming with dense spiritual energy, access to advanced techniques, and generous monthly stipends. In contrast, the Outer Disciples'' resources seemed modest at best.


    Devor followed behind Wulin and Yulin as they led the group, occasionally breaking away to chat with the other three guides. Their conversations about Spiritual Plants and daily life in the sect gradually softened the formal atmosphere, creating a sense of camaraderie. Without realizing it, Devor¡¯s casual exchanges were building connections that might lead to valuable collaborations down the line.


    As he listened to the stories of the sect¡¯s history, Devor¡¯s respect for the Azure Sky Sect deepened. What had once been just a name¡ªa ¡°great sect¡± he¡¯d heard about¡ªnow felt real and awe-inspiring. He began to understand the immense scope of its influence, far beyond anything he¡¯d imagined in his mortal life.


    But while he was lost in the lessons, captivated by the grandeur of it all, Devor didn¡¯t notice the quiet attention he was beginning to attract.


    Monny stood at the edge of the group, her calm, captivating face framed by shoulder-length black hair. There was a quiet authority in her demeanor, her gaze resting on Devor¡¯s back. Her expression was unreadable, her thoughts flickering beneath the surface.


    ¡°What are you staring at?¡± A sharp, cynical voice cut through her focus.


    Monny turned slightly, meeting the eyes of Sugu, another Inner Disciple dressed in the same dark blue robes. His voice dripped with disdain. ¡°Why waste your time on him? He¡¯s just an Outer Disciple¡ªnot worth your attention.¡±


    Her serene expression hardened, turning icy. ¡°That¡¯s none of your concern,¡± she replied coolly. Her voice carried a subtle chill as she added, ¡°And remember¡ªyou¡¯re not worthy to speak to me like that.¡±


    Sugu¡¯s face darkened for a moment before he recovered, a smug grin creeping back. ¡°Your vision is too narrow,¡± he sneered. ¡°Just like mortals can¡¯t compare to cultivators, we shouldn¡¯t bother with Outer Disciples. Their potential is limited.¡±


    Monny¡¯s brow furrowed in irritation. ¡°As narrow-minded as ever,¡± she said, her tone sharp. ¡°Do you really think an Outer Disciple at the Qi Refining stage could earn the respect of a Foundation Building cultivator without merit?¡±


    Her words alluded to the interactions between Devor and the guides¡ªWulin, Yulin, and the others. For anyone paying attention, their easy camaraderie with Devor was hard to miss.


    Sugu scoffed, waving her off. ¡°Please. It¡¯s simple¡ªthey¡¯re all Outer Disciples. The weak naturally stick together.¡±


    Monny¡¯s sharp gaze pierced him. ¡°Without your family¡¯s influence, do you really think you would¡¯ve taken first place in this year¡¯s recruitment?¡±


    Her words struck like a hammer, and Sugu¡¯s jaw tightened, his pride wounded. He forced a smug smile, masking his irritation. ¡°I¡¯m the most talented in my family. Even with the same support, no one else could reach my level.¡±


    Monny snorted in disdain and turned on her heel, walking away without another word.


    Sugu stood frozen, his fists clenched as he watched her retreating figure. Fury simmered beneath his composed exterior.


    "That woman," he thought, "her talent is extraordinary. Once she hits the Foundation Building Realm, her potential will be unmatched."


    His gaze shifted to Devor, who was still engrossed in conversation with the guides.


    "And you..." Sugu¡¯s expression darkened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Don¡¯t even think about getting close to Monny."


    In Sugu¡¯s mind, Monny was already destined to be his Dao Companion. The Dual Cultivation Technique passed down through his family required a partner with a rare spiritual root to unlock its full potential, and Monny¡¯s exceptional talent made her the perfect candidate. If he succeeded, Sugu was confident he could surpass even the greatest cultivators of his lineage.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    To him, Monny wasn¡¯t just a person¡ªshe was a key to unimaginable power.


    Meanwhile, Devor remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him. Even if someone had warned him, he would have been baffled by how or why he had become entangled in the ambitions of Monny and Sugu¡ªa conflict he never intended to be part of.


    As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, warm shadows across the Azure Sky Sect, the tour for the new disciples came to an end. One by one, the disciples retired to their quarters, their minds buzzing with the sights and lessons of the day.


    Devor, however, lingered. His steps carried him back to the Spiritual Garden, where the golden light bathed the sect¡¯s grounds in a tranquil glow. He walked slowly, savoring the peacefulness of the moment.


    Unbeknownst to him, Yulin had been watching his every move. A mischievous smile played on her lips, hinting at the trouble she was about to stir.


    As Devor strolled, lost in the serenity of the evening, a familiar sense of unease began to creep over him. The ground beneath his feet seemed to shift, and before he could react, he was suddenly yanked into the air. His legs were bound tightly to a flying sword that shot upward at an alarming speed.


    ¡°AAAAAAAHHH!¡±


    His scream pierced the quiet sunset, but it was quickly swallowed by the rushing wind and the pounding of his heart. His face went pale as he clutched desperately at the invisible force holding him aloft. There was no doubt in his mind who was behind this.


    ¡°Yulin!¡±


    Behind him, Yulin¡¯s laughter rang out, bright and carefree, as she soared gracefully on her own flying sword, thoroughly enjoying his panic.


    Over the past few years, Yulin had honed her mastery of flying swords, reaching the rare skill of programming their movements automatically¡ªa feat that few cultivators could claim. She took full advantage of this talent, much to Devor¡¯s ongoing frustration.


    Below, the remaining disciples in the main square stared in wide-eyed amazement. Devor¡¯s frantic flailing as he soared through the air, accompanied by Yulin¡¯s gleeful laughter, left them speechless.


    Even Wulin, usually composed and observant, was momentarily stunned. He paused mid-step, torn between stepping in or letting the spectacle run its course.


    Within moments, the two figures vanished into the horizon, their silhouettes fading into the vibrant hues of the setting sun.


    Several minutes later, Devor found himself sitting on the soft grass outside the Spiritual Garden¡¯s entrance, utterly exhausted. His body slumped, and his expression was a mix of disbelief and resignation.


    Beside him, the flying sword lay discarded, as if mocking him. A bitter smile tugged at the corners of his lips.


    ¡°Senior Sister Yulin... why do you enjoy torturing me so much?¡± he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.


    Moments later, Yulin landed gracefully beside him, dismounting her flying sword with effortless ease. Her face lit up with a cheerful grin, brighter than the setting sun.


    ¡°Come on, Devor!¡± she chirped, picking up the sword he had been strapped to. ¡°The journey ahead is still long¡ªdon¡¯t lose heart!¡±


    Without waiting for a response, Yulin strolled into the Spiritual Garden, leaving Devor to glare after her in weary resignation.


    As she disappeared into the distance, Devor let out a heavy sigh. ¡°I really need to learn some combat techniques... or at least figure out how to dodge her flying sword experiments,¡± he muttered under his breath.


    He took a deep, steadying breath, calming his racing thoughts, and pushed himself to his feet. With a resigned shake of his head, he followed her into the Spiritual Garden.


    Inside, Forly approached him, ledger in hand, his usual professional demeanor intact. Still, the slight twitch in his brow betrayed his surprise at Devor¡¯s pale and slightly disheveled appearance.


    ¡°Senior, are you alright?¡± Forly asked cautiously, choosing his words carefully.


    Devor waved off the concern with a tired smile. ¡°Just give me the daily report.¡±


    Forly nodded and began his update, detailing the garden¡¯s current state and the tasks the apprentices had completed under Devor¡¯s supervision. Though curiosity flickered in his eyes, he refrained from pressing further about Devor¡¯s condition, focusing instead on his duties.


    After reviewing the report, Devor gave a few instructions. ¡°Gather the apprentices for their next lesson,¡± he said, his voice steady despite his fatigue.


    By the time the sun had set and twilight faded into the quiet of night, Devor had finished his duties. The apprentices dispersed after their lesson, leaving the garden peaceful once more.


    Devor sat cross-legged in his private cultivation space, the cool night air brushing against his face. As he closed his eyes and began to circulate his spiritual energy, a stray thought surfaced.


    Cultivation Hall...


    He opened his eyes, recalling the guide¡¯s earlier explanation about meeting the Hall Master to refine techniques. It felt like the right time to take that next step in his cultivation journey.


    Without hesitation, Devor stood, deciding to head to the Cultivation Hall, even if it meant traveling there on foot.


    The path to the Cultivation Hall was peaceful at night, though the Sect remained a hub of quiet activity. Disciples moved about, some finishing tasks, others practicing under the soft glow of the moonlight.


    When Devor reached the grand doors of the Cultivation Hall, he approached the receptionist, a sharp-eyed woman with a kind, composed demeanor, and made his request to meet the Hall Master.


    The receptionist checked Devor¡¯s credentials and nodded. ¡°The Hall Master has agreed to meet with you tomorrow. Please return at sunrise.¡±


    Devor cupped his fists respectfully. ¡°Thank you.¡±


    As he left the hall, anticipation settled in his chest. This wasn¡¯t just another meeting¡ªit was a turning point in his journey. With the contribution points he had painstakingly earned, he was ready to invest in refining his technique, knowing it could make all the difference in his path forward.


    As Devor made his way back to the Spiritual Garden, he glanced up at the night sky. The stars shimmered above, each one like a distant promise of a brighter future.


    ¡°This is it,¡± he mused, his thoughts steady and resolute. ¡°Tomorrow marks the next step in mastering my path.¡±

 Chapter 13 - Foundations of Creation

    That night, Devor lay in his modest hut, the stillness of the Spiritual Garden wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. The cold night air whispered through the wooden gaps, but the garden''s serene presence kept his sleep peaceful and undisturbed.


    At dawn, the sky blossomed with soft reds and oranges. Devor stirred, his eyes fluttering open to the gentle light filtering through the cracks. He sat up slowly, stretching and breathing in the crisp, invigorating air.


    Stepping outside, he made his way to a secluded corner of the garden to bathe.


    A tranquil pool glistened beside an ancient wooden bathhouse, its surface reflecting the golden morning rays. The bathhouse, built from the sturdy wood of age-old trees, blended seamlessly into the natural landscape. The soft murmur of water and the rustling leaves created a symphony of peace and quiet.


    After his bath, Devor returned to his hut and slipped into a light blue robe, its silky fabric gleaming softly in the morning light. These robes, gifts from the Sect, symbolized the simplicity and devotion of a disciple on the path to mastery, a reminder of the journey ahead.


    Feeling refreshed and ready, Devor headed toward the garden''s exit, his mind set on meeting the Cultivation Hall Master.


    As he passed by, Forly and the others paused in their work, their curiosity evident. It was rare to see Devor so energized in the early hours, and even more unusual to see him leaving the garden.


    The Sect¡¯s grounds were unusually quiet that morning, a stark contrast to the usual hustle and bustle of the night. The stillness carried an almost eerie quality, but to Devor, it was a welcome peace.


    After a steady ten-minute walk, he reached the Cultivation Hall.


    The hall stood tall, a grand seven-story structure that spoke volumes of the Sect¡¯s long and storied past. Its walls were decorated with intricate carvings of dragons and phoenixes¡ªsymbols of power and wisdom.


    Devor stepped inside and approached the front desk, greeting the receptionist with a respectful bow and cupped fists.


    The receptionist, a sharp-eyed woman with a no-nonsense demeanor, raised an eyebrow. ¡°You¡¯re early. Your meeting isn¡¯t for another four hours,¡± she remarked.


    Devor nodded calmly. ¡°That¡¯s fine. I¡¯ll wait here and use the time to read.¡±


    She gave a slight nod and gestured toward the rows of bookshelves lining the hall.


    Devor walked over, scanning the shelves before picking out a familiar book on basic cultivation techniques. It was the same volume Elder Sorin had given him years ago, and yet, he felt drawn to its teachings once more.


    Settling into a quiet corner, Devor sat cross-legged, the book resting in his lap. He alternated between reading and meditating, employing his Ultimate Synthesis ability to deepen his understanding. His progress was gradual¡ªmastering only a few finer points each week¡ªbut he knew the slow, deliberate effort would yield lasting results.


    Time slipped away, and three hours later, the receptionist approached, her voice breaking his focus.


    "Master Nie is available now," she informed him, her tone brisk yet respectful.


    Devor rose smoothly, giving her a polite nod. "Thank you."


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    The third floor of the Cultivation Hall was a maze of rooms, each serving a distinct purpose. Following the receptionist''s directions, Devor navigated the winding corridors until he arrived at the Technique Discussion Room, where the Hall Master awaited.


    Inside, the room was dimly lit, the soft glow of spiritual lamps casting gentle shadows across the walls. In the center, seated cross-legged, was a man whose calm demeanor radiated authority.


    Master Nie embodied elegance and control. His smooth, unblemished face exuded a quiet strength, and his long black hair, adorned with a delicate golden ornament, shimmered faintly in the dim light.


    "You¡¯re the Qi Refining disciple from the Spiritual Garden," Master Nie said, his voice steady and commanding, yet unhurried.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    Devor cupped his fists and bowed deeply. "Devor Li greets Master Nie."


    Master Nie gestured for him to sit. "You¡¯ve spent a considerable amount of contribution points to secure this meeting. Usually, only Foundation Building disciples or higher seek my counsel. For someone at your level, this is rare."


    Devor settled into a cross-legged position across from the Hall Master, nodding. "The Spiritual Garden tasks provide a steady stream of contribution points, Master. I believed this meeting to be a worthwhile investment."


    Master Nie¡¯s lips curved into a faint smile. ¡°A practical mindset for someone so young. I admire that.¡±


    He leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady. ¡°I¡¯ll grant you an additional hour for this discussion. Make the most of it.¡±


    Devor¡¯s eyes lit up. ¡°Thank you, Master Nie.¡±


    Master Nie offered another faint smile. To him, Devor¡¯s curiosity seemed straightforward, unlikely to delve into anything too complex. Since Devor had shown genuine interest and made a significant investment of contribution points, Master Nie saw no reason to decline the request. The extra hour was a fair exchange for the young disciple¡¯s earnest dedication.


    ¡°So, what is it you wish to ask?¡± Master Nie¡¯s voice was calm and resonant, like a gentle breeze rustling through leaves.


    Devor took a deep breath, his expression serious. ¡°I want to know: how does a cultivator create their own Cultivation Technique? Isn¡¯t the process like gambling with their life? Unless¡­ they experiment on another cultivator,¡± he said, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity.


    Master Nie tilted his head slightly, encouraging Devor to continue.


    ¡°And another question,¡± Devor added, leaning in, ¡°how were Cultivation Techniques for realms like Foundation Building developed during the early days of the Cultivation Era? Did our ancestors rely solely on guesswork and luck?¡±


    A faint smile crossed Master Nie¡¯s face, a blend of wisdom and understanding reflected in his expression.


    "Indeed, in the early days of the Cultivation Era, our predecessors didn¡¯t have the refined knowledge we do now," he began, his tone calm and measured. "But they weren¡¯t blindly gambling with their lives. Only after reaching the Foundation Building Realm could they attempt to create techniques suited for that stage. Progress was slow and fraught with danger."


    Devor furrowed his brows. "But if someone creates a Cultivation Technique for Qi Refining, how do they then break through to the Foundation Building Realm? Wouldn¡¯t they need to design a completely new technique for that stage?"


    Master Nie shook his head slightly, his gaze steady and patient. "Your understanding is incomplete, Devor," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "A Qi Refining Technique is meant to guide you to the threshold of Foundation Building. Once you reach that threshold, the Qi Refining Technique has served its purpose. It¡¯s a stepping stone, not a chain holding you back."


    Devor¡¯s frown deepened as he pondered the explanation. "But¡­ my current technique suggests that when I reach the peak of Qi Refining, I need to switch to a Foundation Building Technique. Isn¡¯t that the proper path?"


    "For comprehensive techniques designed to span multiple realms, yes," Master Nie replied, his tone sharpening slightly. "However, in the early days of cultivation, most practitioners only had access to Qi Refining Techniques. Despite the immense challenges and risks, they managed to ascend to the Foundation Building Realm. It was neither safe nor efficient, but it was possible."


    Devor fell silent, turning the new information over in his mind. He studied Master Nie, searching for certainty in the man¡¯s composed demeanor. The room seemed charged with an unspoken understanding, a depth of knowledge Devor was only beginning to glimpse.


    "So¡­" Devor spoke carefully, "if I wanted to create a Cultivation Technique, does that mean I can only create a Qi Refining Technique for now?"


    Master Nie nodded. "That would be the most prudent approach at your level. With a strong foundational understanding, you could try to develop a technique for higher realms, but the chances of success would be extremely low and fraught with danger. It¡¯s wiser to start with what¡¯s within your current reach and refine it gradually."


    Devor nodded, though a shadow of doubt still lingered in his thoughts.


    Sensing his hesitation, Master Nie offered a gentle smile. "Consider this: look around this room. Use the Cultivation Hall itself as a metaphor for understanding the creation of Cultivation Techniques."


    Devor¡¯s eyes lit up slightly as he began to observe the room more closely.


    The walls were adorned with intricate carvings that told the sect¡¯s storied history. Each pillar seemed to resonate with ancient energy, and the circular design of the room radiated a sense of balance and harmony.


    His gaze lingered on the carvings, absorbing their meaning, before turning back to Master Nie, a spark of realization dawning on his face.


    "Master, are you saying this building... the Cultivation Hall itself holds hidden insights into creating techniques? Is it meant to symbolize the process of refinement?" Devor asked, his voice tinged with awe.


    Master Nie paused for a moment, momentarily caught off guard.


    That wasn¡¯t what he had meant at all!


    He had simply intended for Devor to reflect on the hall¡¯s structure as a metaphor for the importance of strong foundations in technique creation. Yet, Devor had taken his words quite literally.


    Still, Master Nie couldn¡¯t help but admire the young disciple¡¯s unique interpretation.


    A soft chuckle escaped him, his serene demeanor returning. "Not exactly what I meant, but your interpretation has its own merit. Perhaps the Cultivation Hall holds more wisdom than even I realized."


    Internally, Master Nie pondered the idea. "Maybe I should discuss this with the Sect Master¡ªconsider a renovation that could turn this hall into a more effective teaching tool," he mused, thinking about how Devor¡¯s unexpected observation could benefit future disciples.


    Meanwhile, Devor sat cross-legged, lost in thought. Although he had misunderstood the original point, his perspective had sparked a new line of inquiry for him to explore.


    Master Nie watched him closely, intrigued by the young disciple¡¯s curious and imaginative mind.

 Chapter 14 -The Architecture of Cultivation

    Master Nie coughed softly, a brief flash of discomfort passing across his usually composed expression.


    "Tell me," he began, his voice steady yet carrying an unspoken weight, "how many floors does this building have?"


    "Seven floors," Devor answered, brow furrowed in thought.


    Master Nie nodded, pleased. "Good. Now, think of this: the first floor represents the Qi Refining Realm, and the Cultivation Technique is what fills it. So tell me, Devor¡ªhow would you know what¡¯s on the second floor if you haven¡¯t stepped onto it?"


    Devor hesitated, considering the question. "I guess I''d have to go up to the second floor to see it."


    "Exactly," Master Nie said with a slight smile. "The second floor is like the Foundation Building Realm. If you only have the first floor in place, how can you know what lies beyond it? Without a solid foundation, you can''t build anything above it."


    A spark of understanding flickered in Devor¡¯s eyes as the pieces began to fall into place.


    Master Nie paused, his gaze sharp and unwavering. "When building the first floor, you must ensure it¡¯s strong enough to hold up the second. And when you finally start on that second floor, its design has to align perfectly with the first. If they don''t work together, the whole structure could collapse."


    Devor¡¯s heart raced as understanding slowly began to settle in. It felt as though the fog that had clouded his thoughts for so long was finally starting to clear.


    "Cultivation works the same way," Master Nie continued, his voice strong and certain. "It¡¯s a process that unfolds step by step, like building a structure one floor at a time. Focus on perfecting the first floor¡ªthe Qi Refining Realm. Don¡¯t worry about the second, third, or any other floors for now. Once the first floor is solid, the path to the next steps will become clear."


    In that instant, the mental fog that had clouded Devor¡¯s thinking lifted completely.


    He realized how misguided his approach to cultivation had been. He had been trying to merge the Qi Refining Realm with the more advanced stages, like Golden Core, trying to harmonize with realms far beyond where he currently stood.


    Master Nie¡¯s words had shown him the truth: he had been skipping the basics. How could he even begin to imagine the higher floors when the first wasn¡¯t built properly?


    Devor¡¯s confusion melted away, replaced by a sharp sense of clarity.


    He turned to Master Nie, his heart filled with deep gratitude and respect. In a single conversation, the Hall Master had untangled the knots in his mind, pointing him in the right direction.


    Steeling himself, Devor realized how precious this moment was. Time was short, and he needed to make the most of the opportunity before him.


    "Master Nie," Devor asked cautiously, "what happens if someone changes their Cultivation Technique between realms? For example, if they start with a Fire Cultivation Technique during Qi Refining and then switch to a Phoenix Cultivation Technique in Foundation Building? Both are fire-based, but their essences are completely different."


    Master Nie¡¯s face turned serious. With a swift motion, he raised his hand, and a mist-like energy flowed from his palm, forming a small, ethereal building suspended in the air.


    "This," he said, pointing to the structure, "represents the first floor."


    The building was simple¡ªmodest in size but sturdy.


    "And now, the second floor," Master Nie continued, as another layer materialized above the first.


    This second floor was massive, easily four times the size of the first.


    Master Nie looked at Devor, his gaze steady. "In this situation, there are two possible outcomes. First, the first floor might collapse under the weight of the second. Second, the first floor might hold up for a while, but the strain will eventually be too much. If you try to build a third floor on top, the whole structure will crumble¡ªand in Cultivation, that collapse can be deadly."Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Devor watched in awe as the two-story building trembled, then shattered into mist.


    A deep sigh escaped him as he absorbed the lesson. Master Nie¡¯s analogy was so vivid, so clear. He had made the risks of mismatched Cultivation Techniques impossible to ignore.


    "Do you understand now?" Master Nie asked, his voice firm yet encouraging.


    "Yes, Master," Devor replied, nodding. The confusion that had clouded his mind earlier now felt like a distant memory, replaced by a clear sense of direction.


    "Then, if someone wants to change their Cultivation Technique, what should they do?" Devor asked, his tone serious, curiosity shining through.


    "Well," Master Nie said thoughtfully, "if you wish to switch Techniques, you would need to renovate the first floor to match the new Technique¡ªassuming it¡¯s a stronger one." His voice remained steady. "Renovation isn¡¯t an easy process. The result will never be as smooth or stable as the original foundation. But if done carefully, you can gradually replace the old structure, piece by piece, until it''s completely transformed. Only then can the change be considered safe."


    Devor absorbed the information eagerly, his body subtly shifting as his excitement grew.


    Master Nie¡¯s expression softened as he added, "Creating a new Cultivation Technique is dangerous and incredibly complex. It¡¯s not something you should rush into. Save those ambitions for the future."


    "I don¡¯t intend to create a Technique, Master Nie," Devor said, his voice calm but resolute.


    Master Nie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Then why ask about it?"


    Devor hesitated for a moment, then chose his words carefully. "Have you heard of the Essence of Nature Technique, Master?"


    "A Cultivation Technique that absorbs energy from Spiritual Plants?" Master Nie guessed, his tone steady and confident. It made sense; few Techniques had such a name.


    "That''s right," Devor nodded. "I want to refine it, make it more suited to me. That''s why I asked about creating Cultivation Techniques. In many ways, perfection and creation are two sides of the same coin."


    Master Nie¡¯s brow furrowed with concern. "Perfecting a Cultivation Technique is no small feat, especially one as unusual as yours. Techniques involving Spiritual Plants are inherently dangerous. There''s always the risk of poisoning yourself."


    Devor nodded solemnly. "I understand the risks. But given my poor Cultivation talent, I don¡¯t have much choice. Without refinement, my potential will be capped at the Foundation Building Realm."


    Master Nie paused for a long moment, studying Devor. He knew the young man¡¯s Five-Color Spiritual Root well¡ªa trait known for severely limiting long-term potential. Devor¡¯s decision was bold, maybe even reckless, but there was something admirable in his determination to challenge his fate.


    "Very well," Master Nie said quietly, a hint of approval in his voice. "Tell me, what kind of perfection are you aiming for with this Technique? I will guide you in this, but be warned: do not take any reckless actions moving forward."


    Devor¡¯s face brightened with gratitude. "Thank you, Master Nie! I¡¯ve made some progress in refining the Technique, though it¡¯s far from perfect."


    "Oh?" Master Nie leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "What changes have you made so far?"


    Master Nie had assumed Devor had simply made minor adjustments to the Technique, perhaps tweaking it to improve its compatibility. But what Devor said next caught him off guard.


    "I have the Five-Color Spiritual Root," Devor explained, his voice steady but filled with conviction. "So, I reworked the core structure of the Cultivation Technique to align with the five elements of my Spiritual Root. Since the Fire Element makes up 32%, I adjusted the absorption ratios to highlight its dominance while keeping balance with the other elements."


    Devor went on to explain how each of the five elements¡ªFire, Earth, Water, Wind, and Metal¡ªwas represented in varying percentages in his root. He described, in meticulous detail, how he¡¯d harmonized the absorption properties of the Essence of Nature Technique with the unique composition of his Spiritual Root.


    At first, Master Nie¡¯s expression remained neutral, a slight smile still present as he listened to Devor¡¯s passionate explanation. But as Devor continued, the smile faded. His brows furrowed, and his gaze sharpened, as though he were trying to piece together a complex puzzle.


    Devor spoke with such precision, detailing adjustments not only to the Technique¡¯s Qi flow but also to its elemental cycling, feedback loops, and its resonance with external Spiritual Plant energy. The depth of his alterations was staggering, far beyond what Master Nie had expected.


    By the time Devor finished, Master Nie sat frozen, his expression a mix of disbelief and awe.


    When discussing Cultivation Techniques with his disciples or peers, Master Nie usually relied on the metaphor of a building¡¯s floors. Conversations were typically centered around broad principles¡ªstructural integrity, alignment, and balance.


    But Devor¡¯s insights went far deeper.


    It was as if Devor hadn''t just asked about the structure of the building, but about the specific type of wood used, the metal composition of the nails, and even the direction of the grain in the floorboards. And what Devor had shared was just the surface; Master Nie suspected there were even more intricate details the young cultivator had yet to reveal.


    This conversation was entirely off track. Something was wrong¡ªdeeply wrong! Qi Refining cultivators shouldn¡¯t be discussing this at all!

 Chapter 15 - The Path of Perfection

    Devor pressed on with his explanation, his voice steady but tinged with a quiet excitement. He delved deeper into the intricate nature of his body¡¯s unique composition and how he had meticulously adapted the Essence of Nature Technique to harmonize with his Spiritual Root. His words painted a vivid picture of a cultivator who not only practiced cultivation but had an intimate understanding of his very essence.


    As he spoke, Master Nie felt a storm brewing within him, a tumultuous mix of doubt and unease.


    "Does this boy truly intend to perfect the entire Technique?"


    This wasn¡¯t about tweaking a foundation or making minor adjustments. Devor was aiming for a level of mastery that would seamlessly align the Technique with his core being¡ªa feat that even seasoned Foundation Building cultivators approached with the utmost caution.


    For most, perfecting their Techniques came after years of practice, guided by life experiences and hard-won breakthroughs. But Devor, still in the Qi Refining stage, dared to aim for perfection now? It seemed reckless¡ªalmost suicidal.


    Yet, as Devor continued, the depth of his understanding and the precision of his reasoning silenced any immediate doubts. He wasn¡¯t just throwing out theories or guesses; he methodically dissected past failures and explained the logic behind every adjustment. Master Nie could see that these weren¡¯t random modifications. Devor had already made significant progress, refining crucial aspects of the Technique with a clarity that was hard to dismiss.


    As Devor concluded his explanation, he bowed deeply. "Master Nie, I respectfully seek your guidance. Please, help me improve."


    Master Nie¡¯s expression shifted back to its usual calm, authoritative demeanor, though the turmoil inside him was far from settled.


    With a thoughtful nod, he began to provide feedback, carefully analyzing each point Devor had raised. His insights grew increasingly detailed as he balanced praise for Devor¡¯s progress with cautionary advice about potential pitfalls in his adjustments.


    Devor listened with rapt attention, occasionally nodding in agreement, furrowing his brow in thought, and asking follow-up questions to clarify his understanding.


    Before long, their interaction transformed. What began as a formal lecture evolved into a dynamic Dao Discussion.


    Despite his extensive experience, Master Nie found himself genuinely challenged. The singular nature of Devor¡¯s Spiritual Root and the precision of his modifications made it impossible to offer standard guidance.


    Devor had an unparalleled grasp of his own limitations and potential. For Master Nie, it was reminiscent of the time he crafted a custom Cultivation Technique for a particularly gifted disciple. Even then, it had been a painstaking process to account for the disciple¡¯s unique constitution.


    Now, advising Devor required a similar level of critical thought. Master Nie had to meticulously deconstruct the Technique, examining it piece by piece, all while considering Devor¡¯s exceptional circumstances.


    Time slipped away unnoticed as their conversation delved deeper into increasingly profound topics. Hours passed, yet neither of them paid it any mind. Devor absorbed every word, his understanding growing rapidly, like a small fish suddenly cast into a vast, endless ocean.


    By the time they wrapped up, the twilight sky had draped the Sect in shades of red and gold. Devor¡¯s eyes sparkled with excitement, and his heart swelled with gratitude.


    "Master Nie, I can''t thank you enough for your guidance," Devor said, bowing deeply.


    Master Nie offered a faint smile, though the weariness in his eyes was unmistakable. "You¡¯re ambitious, Devor. But remember¡ªperfection is a dangerous road."


    Acknowledging the time Master Nie had spent, Devor insisted on paying for the extra hours. Master Nie didn¡¯t refuse, though inwardly, he felt the contribution points were hardly sufficient compensation for the mental toll the discussion had taken.


    At the reception desk, Devor settled the remainder of his fee, leaving only a small reserve of Contribution Points in his account. Despite the steep expense, he felt no regret¡ªonly a deep sense of satisfaction.


    As he left the Cultivation Hall, his heart light with accomplishment, Master Nie watched him from a third-floor window.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    The faint smile on Master Nie¡¯s face gradually faded, replaced by an expression of pure exhaustion.


    "Monster," Master Nie muttered bitterly, rubbing his temples. "Does that child truly grasp Technique creation to such an extent?"


    He let out a long sigh. "I truly underestimated him. The topics he raised alone were worth far more than what he paid."


    Master Nie stared out at the horizon, replaying every detail of their conversation. The mental strain of dissecting Devor¡¯s Technique and mentally simulating his adjustments had left him thoroughly exhausted.


    "I could have turned him away," he muttered, though he knew he never would. There was something about Devor¡¯s relentless determination¡ªa spark that drew him in.


    "Leifu mentioned there¡¯s a reason none of the higher-ranked masters have taken Devor as a disciple," Master Nie murmured. "Now I see why. If we interfere, we might end up stifling his potential. That boy... he¡¯s forging a path that¡¯s uniquely his, one we can¡¯t meddle with."


    Master Nie¡¯s thoughts aligned with Leifu¡¯s philosophy. By carving his own path, Devor had the potential to achieve something extraordinary¡ªsomething that could shake the very heavens.


    "The Sect has found a rare gem," Master Nie said quietly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Let¡¯s see how far you can go, Devor Li."


    As the sky darkened and stars began to appear, Master Nie remained by the window, his gaze distant.


    In his heart, a rare excitement stirred. Devor¡¯s journey was unpredictable, but it was that very unpredictability that made it so thrilling to witness.


    Cultivation is a battle against fate, Master Nie thought. And Devor Li is a cultivator who will defy it at every turn.


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    With his heart brimming with excitement, Devor returned to his Spiritual Garden.


    The familiar scent of earth and vibrant plants greeted him as he dove back into his daily tasks. By evening, the Apprentices had gathered around, eager to learn from him about Spiritual Plant care. Each question they asked and every answer he provided only deepened their respect for him. Yet, despite their attention, Devor¡¯s thoughts drifted elsewhere.


    Later that night, he sat cross-legged in the quiet of the garden, the soft glow of the plants lighting up his surroundings like scattered stars. Taking a deep breath, he whispered inwardly, "Open Profile."


    [Name: Devor Li]


    [Gender: Male]


    [Age: 15/125]


    [Cultivation: Stage-5 Qi Refining Realm]


    [Spiritual Energy: 675/675]


    [Spiritual Root: Five-Color Root]


    [Knowledge: 124 Books]


    [Enlightenment Realm Points: 16]


    [Abilities: Ultimate Synthesis, Attribute Analyzer, Ultimate Comprehension (Lv2)]


    Devor blinked in surprise.


    "Ultimate Comprehension is at Level 2? When did that happen?" he murmured, confusion flickering across his face. "The system didn¡¯t even notify me about this."


    As usual, his system remained silent and cryptic. Despite its power, it never explained its features or provided any guidance. Devor had figured out how to activate Ultimate Synthesis and Attribute Analyzer through trial and error, but Ultimate Comprehension? That ability remained as mysterious as ever.


    From the name alone, Devor suspected that Ultimate Comprehension enhanced his understanding of cultivation and abstract concepts. However, he couldn''t command it to activate, nor could he clearly define its effects. Unlike his other abilities, Ultimate Comprehension had a level attached to it¡ªa curious anomaly that caught his attention.


    "Could it be tied to my own efforts, rather than the system itself?" he wondered aloud.


    Devor considered the possibility that Ultimate Comprehension was passively supporting his cultivation, its growth linked to his diligence and enlightenment. But without any solid proof, he could do little more than put the thought aside for the time being.


    Shaking his head, he dismissed the distraction and straightened his posture. Closing his eyes, he returned to his meditation.


    This time, he focused entirely on refining the Qi Refining portion of the Essence of Nature Technique. He had learned from Master Nie to abandon the flawed idea of trying to perfect the entire Technique across all realms at once. Instead, he would build his foundation step by step, creating a solid base to build upon.


    Master Nie¡¯s analogy about constructing a building, with each floor adding stability to the next, still echoed in his mind, guiding his steady progress.


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    Each day passed in a tranquil routine. Devor tended to the Spiritual Plants, mentored his Apprentices, and immersed himself in meditation. Although he had originally planned to study combat techniques, his fascination with unlocking the mysteries of cultivation consumed all his attention.


    Two peaceful months slipped by like a gentle breeze.


    One crisp morning, Devor sat at the heart of the Spiritual Garden, lost in meditation.


    The plants around him seemed to respond to his calm energy, their soft glows pulsing in time with his breathing. The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted, however, by the sound of approaching footsteps.


    Devor opened his eyes to see Forly standing a respectful distance away. The young man bowed deeply before speaking.


    "Greetings, Senior Devor," Forly said with a humble tone. "A mortal stands outside the Sect entrance, claiming to be a member of your family."


    Devor¡¯s brow furrowed at the unexpected news.


    "My family?" he repeated, the disbelief clear in his voice.


    The words felt strange to him. Aside from his grandfather, whom he had buried months ago, Devor had no family in this world.


    His thoughts raced, filled with questions. "Could this be a trick? Or maybe someone from my grandfather¡¯s past?"


    Devor stood slowly, brushing off his robes. His calm demeanor concealed the unease simmering beneath the surface.


    "Did they give a name?" he asked, his voice steady but edged with curiosity.


    Forly shook his head. "They wouldn¡¯t say much. Just that they¡¯re your kin and insisted on speaking with you directly."


    Devor nodded, his mind working. "Alright. I¡¯ll handle this myself."


    With a soft sigh, he turned and began walking toward the entrance of the Azure Sky Sect, his mind swirling with possibilities.

 Chapter 16 - Shadows of the Past

    Accompanied by Forly, Devor made his way toward the grand entrance of the Azure Sky Sect.


    Though hesitant at first, his curiosity about the visitor eventually won out. If this person turned out to be an imposter, Devor was determined not to let it rattle him.


    As he approached, the Sect''s gatekeeper stepped forward, his sharp gaze fixed on Devor.


    "No disciple leaves the Sect without proper authorization," the gatekeeper said, holding out his hand. "Let me see your Sect Permission Token."


    Devor gave a slight bow, his voice steady and respectful. "I was informed that a family member is waiting outside. I¡¯ve come to verify their identity."


    The gatekeeper¡¯s eyes narrowed. "Devor Li, correct?"


    "Yes," Devor answered, keeping his tone calm.


    The gatekeeper studied him for a moment, then stepped aside. "You may proceed, but remember, you¡¯re not allowed beyond the gate. Any conversation must happen here."


    "Understood," Devor said with a respectful nod.


    The gatekeeper returned to his post, and Devor continued toward the towering blue gate, with Forly just a step behind.


    The gate loomed ten meters high, its intricate carvings of coiled dragons catching the sunlight. The air was thick with the scent of nearby spiritual flowers, their delicate fragrance adding an almost sacred feel to the atmosphere.


    Near the gate, a small group of disciples lingered, discussing their upcoming missions in hushed tones. Their conversation halted abruptly as a loud, raspy voice shattered the calm.


    "Son!"


    The word echoed through the courtyard, drawing every eye.


    Devor¡¯s brows knit together as he turned toward the voice. Standing just beyond the gate was a middle-aged man, his face weathered and lined with deep wrinkles. His plain brown clothes were starkly out of place against the refined elegance of the Sect¡¯s robes.


    Devor squinted, studying the man, but no recognition stirred.


    The man''s eager eyes latched onto Devor as he took a shaky step forward, his body trembling with emotion.


    Devor¡¯s expression remained icy. He approached slowly, his voice steady but laced with suspicion. "Who are you?"


    The man¡¯s excitement swelled, and he moved closer, arms outstretched as if to embrace Devor.


    But Devor raised a hand, stopping him with a firm gesture. "Don¡¯t come any closer," he said sharply.


    The man froze, his arms dropping awkwardly to his sides. Clearing his throat, he declared, "I am your father, son!"


    Devor¡¯s eyes narrowed, a cold intensity brewing beneath the surface. "My father?" he echoed, his voice cutting. "What proof do you have to back up that claim?"


    The man¡¯s face lit up with a flicker of hope. "Your grandfather¡¯s name is Doyu Li, isn¡¯t it? He¡¯s my father. That makes me your father!"


    Devor felt a pang at the mention of his grandfather, but his expression remained unreadable. "You know his name," he said coolly. "So what? Why show up now, after all this time?"


    The man¡¯s face clouded with a mix of guilt and sorrow. "I know I¡¯ve been absent. I can¡¯t undo the past, but I want to make things right. My love for you has never changed."


    Devor¡¯s lips twisted into a cold sneer. His voice dropped, every word sharp and cutting. "Love? Don¡¯t talk to me about love." He stepped closer, his gaze like a blade. "My grandfather was the one who stood by me, who sacrificed everything so I could be here. And where were you? Hiding? Running? What have you ever done for me, besides share your blood?"Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    The man¡¯s hands trembled slightly, but he didn¡¯t back down. "The blood in your veins is mine!" he insisted, his voice tinged with desperation. "The Sect has ways to prove it. You can confirm I¡¯m your father!"


    Devor¡¯s eyes narrowed, his presence growing colder. "Blood?" he scoffed. "That¡¯s all you have? A biological connection means nothing to me. My grandfather raised me, nurtured me, gave me everything. He was my real family."


    The man¡¯s face contorted with a storm of emotions¡ªregret, pain, and frustration all vying for dominance. "I left you with him because I had no choice!" he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his words. "Do you think it was easy for me to abandon my only son?"


    Devor¡¯s sneer deepened, his eyes cold. "Choice or not, you left me. That¡¯s all that matters. You weren¡¯t there when I needed you, and now you think you can just walk back in and claim the title of ¡®father¡¯?"


    The tension hung thick in the air, the gathered disciples watching in silence, their previous chatter forgotten.


    Forly shifted uneasily beside Devor, glancing at him but keeping quiet.


    "But your mother gave birth to you!" the man rasped, his voice tinged with desperation. "She brought you into this world!"


    Devor met him with an icy stare. Without a word, he reached into his robe, pulled out a small cloth pouch, and tossed it to the man.


    The man barely managed to catch it, his rough hands trembling as they clutched the pouch. His eyes lit up with a brief spark of hope as he peeked inside, but the hope quickly faded, replaced by a mixture of longing and disappointment. Whatever he had expected, this wasn¡¯t it.


    "Consider that compensation for bringing me into the world," Devor said coldly. His tone was as sharp and unforgiving as his gaze. "Blood ties mean nothing to me. Apart from my grandfather, I recognize no one as family¡ªnot even those who share my blood."


    Without waiting for a response, Devor turned on his heel and strode back toward the Sect. His steps were steady, deliberate, each one radiating calm authority.


    Forly followed close behind, his eyes darting between Devor and the man they left behind, his expression unreadable.


    "You ungrateful brat! You unfilial child!" the man¡¯s voice rang out, hoarse and filled with frustration. "I¡¯ll report you to the Sect! They¡¯ll see the truth¡ªthat you¡¯re cold-hearted, unworthy of their teachings! A traitor in the making!"


    Devor didn¡¯t break stride, his back straight and unyielding as he disappeared into the Sect grounds without a glance back.


    ??????


    Devor¡¯s mind remained unaffected by the outburst. His grandfather had rarely mentioned his parents, and Devor¡ªsomeone who had reincarnated into this world¡ªfelt no attachment to the concept of family beyond those built on trust and genuine care. Blood ties? Without the warmth of connection, they meant nothing.


    He thought back to the serene final days with his grandfather. It was during those quiet moments that his grandfather had spoken of Devor¡¯s parents. But Devor had brushed it off, uninterested in people who had never been part of his life.


    As for the man¡¯s threats to report him to the Sect? Devor found them almost amusing. The Azure Sky Sect wasn¡¯t run by fools. They would see through the man¡¯s desperation easily.


    Upon returning to the gate, Devor approached one of the Sect¡¯s gatekeepers, a figure radiating calm authority.


    "A man claiming to be my father came today," Devor said evenly. "I¡¯ve dealt with it, but I¡¯d like to request that no one else claiming familial ties be allowed through unless I give explicit permission."


    The gatekeeper raised an eyebrow but nodded in understanding. "Understood. Anyone else causing trouble will be handled appropriately."


    Devor handed the gatekeeper a small pouch of Spiritual Stones¡ªa quiet gesture of thanks. The gatekeeper accepted it with a nod, patting his chest as a sign of assurance. "Your request will be honored."


    Back in the Spiritual Garden, Devor resumed his routine as though nothing had happened. He tended to the Spiritual Plants, guided the Apprentices under his care, and spent his evenings refining his Cultivation Technique. Forly, though still quietly concerned, kept his thoughts to himself, observing as Devor moved through the day with his usual calm composure.


    The days passed swiftly, and within a week, the encounter with the middle-aged man had faded into a distant memory. The Sect had dismissed the man¡¯s complaints without investigation, knowing Devor¡¯s history well. His background had been thoroughly reviewed when he joined the Sect, and it was well-documented that his grandfather had been the sole figure in his life, sacrificing everything for Devor¡¯s growth.


    The Sect leaders, if anything, were impressed by Devor¡¯s actions. His decision to value genuine bonds over mere blood ties spoke volumes about his loyalty and character. To them, it was a testament to the Sect¡¯s teachings. They believed that with a true sense of belonging, Devor would one day defend the Sect as fiercely as he had cherished his grandfather.


    For Devor, the matter was closed. The man at the gate was just another stranger from a past he had no intention of revisiting.


    As the days rolled on, Devor¡¯s focus remained steady. The path of cultivation stretched endlessly before him, and he was determined to walk it with unwavering resolve, leaving behind the burdens of people and memories that no longer held any weight.

 Chapter 17 - The Harmony of Five Elements

    The days passed in quiet determination, each moment marked by steady progress.


    Devor divided his time meticulously. He tended to the Spiritual Garden with care, honed his cultivation techniques, and immersed himself in studying the art of nurturing Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants. The ten black boxes containing the precious seeds rested securely in his Spatial Ring. Made from a rare, stabilizing material, these boxes ensured the seeds remained dormant and viable until the right time. There was no rush¡ªDevor knew well that impatience would only lead to failure.


    Under his guidance, Forly made impressive strides and soon earned the title of Nameless Disciple. This achievement sparked a wave of motivation among the other apprentices, driving them to push their limits. Now in charge of his own small spiritual field, Forly still chose to remain under Devor¡¯s mentorship, recognizing the immense value in learning from him.


    In the stillness of night, Devor sat cross-legged at the center of the Spiritual Garden. His aura was calm, his breaths aligned perfectly with the natural energies surrounding him.


    Months of refining the Essence of Nature technique had paid off. The method had become second nature¡ªhis every breath and heartbeat naturally attuned to the energy he drew in. The flow was seamless, as if the world itself resonated with his very being.


    Yet, the ten Sky-Grade Spiritual Seeds in his Spatial Ring remained untouched. Despite his progress, Devor knew he still lacked the precision in energy control required to cultivate these extraordinary plants. Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants were no ordinary flora; they demanded a flawless harmony of energy and environment¡ªsomething he had yet to master.


    Unwilling to risk the precious seeds, Devor devised a careful plan. He chose several Yellow-Grade and Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants, each sharing traits with the elusive Sky-Grade seeds. His aim was to create a stable environment through experiments with these less demanding plants.


    The process was anything but easy.


    His early attempts were met with failure. Plants withered under the unstable energy flow, unable to withstand the strain. At times, the spiritual energy from the plants was simply too weak to sustain the complex system he envisioned. Yet, each setback brought valuable insights¡ªsmall, crucial pieces of a larger puzzle guiding him toward success.


    Over the following weeks, Devor began to unravel the intricate energy patterns. He discovered methods to ease the strain on the plants, gradually improving his approach. By channeling the energy flows of several Yellow-Grade Spiritual Plants into a carefully designed formation, he achieved a significant breakthrough.


    The formation wasn¡¯t flawless¡ªit still lacked the power to sustain the Sky-Grade seeds¡ªbut it marked a vital step forward.


    Five months into his experiments, Devor had transformed a small section of his spiritual field into a reliable testing ground. Though not yet ready for the Sky-Grade seeds, the formations were stable and held great promise.


    More importantly, the Essence of Nature cultivation technique had fully merged with his being. Devor''s sensitivity to even the subtlest shifts in energy had heightened, allowing him to detect the slightest imbalances around him.


    As dawn broke over the garden, Devor opened his eyes, exhaling slowly. A quiet confidence gleamed in his gaze. The path ahead was still long, but for the first time, he felt certain he was on the right track.


    In the days that followed, Devor began cultivating a specialized spiritual field in preparation for the Sky-Grade seeds. He carefully chose five types of Spiritual Plants, each with unique energies:


    ? Flame Crimson Lotus: Its fiery energy radiated from crimson petals that pulsed with power.


    ? Sea Blue Wave Lily: Its flowing leaves shimmered like moonlit waves, exuding a calm, watery energy.


    ? Storm Gale Feather Grass: Silvery blades hummed softly, charged with the energy of windstorms.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    ? Earth Stone Moss Vine: Dense and resilient, it anchored the field with its grounding, earthy energy.


    ? Metal Silver Crystal Fern: This radiant plant glittered with the sharp, cutting essence of metal.


    Devor planted ten of each variety in meticulously aligned rows, dedicating a section of the field to each type. The energy from these plants would form a stable foundation for the Sky-Grade seeds, creating the perfect environment for their cultivation.


    The task was daunting, but Devor''s steady progress filled him with hope. Each step, though small, brought him closer to the day when he could finally cultivate the legendary Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants.


    The field radiated a harmonious blend of elemental Qi. Fire¡¯s fierce warmth, Wind¡¯s gentle touch, Earth¡¯s steady grounding, Metal¡¯s sharp precision, and Water¡¯s cool serenity all combined to create a balanced and vibrant aura.


    Devor sat cross-legged at the center of the field, his posture as steady as a mountain, his mind perfectly attuned to the energy around him. The Essence of Nature cultivation technique, carefully adapted to his unique five-colored Spiritual Root, worked tirelessly within him.


    This technique enabled his body to absorb the elemental Qi from the surrounding plants with remarkable efficiency. Yet, the process was anything but straightforward¡ªeach element required precise calibration, with energy absorbed in exact proportions:


    ? Fire: 40%


    ? Wind: 25%


    ? Earth: 15%


    ? Metal: 10%


    ? Water: 10%


    The Flame Crimson Lotus was the cornerstone, its fiery Qi reinforcing the root of his Spiritual Core and dramatically accelerating his cultivation. The Storm Gale Feather Grass infused his energy with agility and fluidity, while Earth, Metal, and Water added stability and balance. Together, these elements harmonized seamlessly with his previously lackluster Spiritual Root, transforming it into a powerful foundation.


    As the Qi from the five elements converged within him, Devor felt a profound surge of strength. His spiritual aura grew denser, steadier, and more vibrant with each session. Unlike the fleeting boosts from Cultivation Pills, the energy he absorbed from the field felt natural, as if it was always meant to be a part of him.


    He reflected on his earlier dependence on Cultivation Pills. While they provided quick gains, their neutral energy often clashed with the delicate balance of his Spiritual Root, leaving his progress unstable. Now, with this new method, every step forward felt solid and enduring.


    ¡°These pills were just temporary crutches,¡± Devor murmured to himself, a thoughtful frown crossing his face. ¡°But this Qi... It feels like coming home to a feast made just for me.¡±


    Each morning, Devor repeated his cultivation routine, fully immersing himself in the process. Afterward, he carefully inspected the health of the Spiritual Plants. The energy he absorbed from them was potent, but it could easily overwhelm or weaken the plants if he wasn¡¯t cautious.


    Devor didn¡¯t simply take from the plants¡ªhe studied their energy regeneration patterns, fine-tuning his technique to make sure his cultivation nurtured them in return. Over time, the field transformed into a self-sustaining cycle of growth and balance, with each element feeding into the next.


    One quiet night, after an especially intense session, Devor opened his eyes. A soft, multicolored glow shimmered around him before sinking back into his skin. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction.


    "My progress is remarkable," he murmured, a rare smile softening his features. ¡°At this rate, the next stage is within reach.¡±


    But Devor¡¯s ambitions went beyond just his own cultivation. The ten Sky-Grade Spiritual Seeds in his Spatial Ring lingered in his mind, an unresolved challenge he couldn¡¯t ignore.


    With his newfound stability and refined energy control, Devor began experimenting with more complex formations. He carefully arranged clusters of Yellow-Grade and Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants around the field, layering their energies in intricate patterns, each one designed to support his growing power.


    ¡°If I can master the balance of these five elements,¡± Devor mused, jotting down notes in a worn notebook, ¡°I might finally create a spiritual field capable of nurturing the Sky-Grade Seeds.¡±


    His eyes sparkled with determination, each word on the page marking another step toward his ultimate goal.


    Forly, now a Nameless Disciple and Devor¡¯s most dedicated student, often watched these developments with awe. One morning, as he delivered his routine report, he paused, unsure whether to speak.


    ¡°Senior Devor,¡± he said, his tone full of respect, ¡°your cultivation... it¡¯s becoming incredible. I can feel your aura all the way across the field.¡±


    Devor chuckled, his humility still evident despite his growing power. ¡°This progress isn¡¯t magic, Forly. It¡¯s the result of hard work and patience. Remember, the path of cultivation is long and difficult. Don¡¯t rush to the end.¡±


    Forly nodded, his respect for Devor deepening. ¡°I understand, Senior. I¡¯ll follow your example.¡±


    In the days that followed, Devor¡¯s focus shifted between refining the Essence of Nature technique and perfecting the formations in his spiritual field.


    The plot for the Sky-Grade Seeds was gradually taking shape. It was surrounded by rows of five elemental plants:


    Each line of plants formed a precise pattern, their combined Qi pulsing in perfect harmony. The air above the plot shimmered faintly, a sign of the powerful energy brewing within.


    Devor stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed, his gaze unwavering.


    ¡°I¡¯m getting closer,¡± he thought. ¡°Soon, I¡¯ll be ready to plant the Sky-Grade Seeds. And when they thrive, it¡¯ll prove that with enough perseverance, even the impossible can be achieved.¡±

 Chapter 18 - The Seed of Hope in the Spiritual Garden

    A soft breeze brushed against Devor¡¯s face as the golden morning sunlight bathed the Spiritual Garden in a warm glow. Standing before his carefully tended Spiritual Field, his eyes swept across the vibrant expanse, a faint, serene aura shimmering in the air around him, as if the plants themselves were alive with energy.


    For most disciples of the Sect, especially the newer ones, the past year had been a whirlwind of challenges, lessons, and growth.


    But for Devor, the year had flowed by like a quiet river¡ªsteady, peaceful, and undisturbed¡ªas he immersed himself in the calm yet demanding routine of life in the Spiritual Garden.


    "In five months, I¡¯ll be seventeen," he murmured, his voice soft with a trace of contemplation. "Seventeen years... it feels like both a lifetime and the blink of an eye."


    He exhaled a quiet sigh, brushing away the fleeting wave of nostalgia. With calm determination, he stepped forward, moving toward one of the specially designated areas of his Spiritual Field.


    The Sect had recently granted him 400 square meters of land for personal cultivation, a rare privilege for someone of his rank. In these fields, he had the freedom to grow whatever Spiritual Plants he wished, unhindered by Sect rules.


    But with that freedom came responsibility. Devor now managed seven Spiritual Gardens, each covering a kilometer of land. The trust the Sect had placed in him was both an honor and a weight he carried with quiet strength.


    Devor walked toward one of the core areas of his Spiritual Field, a section surrounded by five shimmering energy barriers. He paused for a moment, his gaze tracing the faint glimmers of energy pulsing from the barriers. Their rhythmic hum seemed to sync perfectly with the plants inside.


    Each barrier stretched six meters high, emanating a calming energy that formed an unbreakable shield around the delicate ecosystem within. Beyond the barriers, rare and vibrant plants thrived, their auras blending together in a harmonious dance of life and power.


    Raising his hand, Devor traced a simple seal¡ªa technique he¡¯d learned at the Sect¡¯s Formation Hall.


    "Opening the entrance," he muttered under his breath. A flicker of blue light appeared at his fingertip, and with a soft touch, the barrier shimmered and parted, granting him passage.


    As he stepped inside, he was greeted by a surge of rich, concentrated Spiritual Energy that filled the air. Each breath was invigorating, as though the energy itself had a pulse, flowing through him.


    The plants flourished in this controlled space. Yellow-Grade and Earth-Grade flora glowed with a soft luminescence, their leaves shimmering with dew-like Spiritual Qi. Some even released subtle fragrances, lifting his spirits with every breath he took.


    At the center of the field lay a prepared plot of soil, its deep richness enhanced by carefully arranged formations. Small energy stones were embedded at the corners of the plot, glowing faintly as they stabilized the surrounding energy.


    Devor knelt by a shallow hole he had dug a few days ago, holding an Earth-Grade Spiritual Seed in his hand. Its surface was smooth and faintly shimmering, a perfect replica of the Sky-Grade Seed he hoped to plant in the future.


    According to the Sect¡¯s records, the Earth-Grade Seed shared many of the same requirements as its Sky-Grade counterpart. If he could successfully nurture this seed, it would bring him one step closer to tackling the more complicated challenge ahead.


    ¡°If this works,¡± Devor murmured, his voice calm and focused, ¡°I¡¯ll be closer to creating the perfect environment for the Sky-Grade Seed.¡±


    With great care, he planted the seed, covering it gently with soil before activating the surrounding formations. A soft glow emanated from the formations, channeling energy into the soil in controlled pulses.


    Around the plot, auxiliary plants like Spirit Vine and Moonlit Grass added to the delicate energy balance, releasing complementary Qi to support the seed''s growth.


    The next few days tested Devor¡¯s patience and precision. Every morning and evening, he inspected the field, making small adjustments to the formations to ensure the energy remained stable. Too much or too little could destroy the fragile ecosystem he was nurturing.


    Days passed, then weeks, until finally, a sign of life appeared. A tiny sprout pushed through the soil, its fragile form glowing with a soft Spiritual aura.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    "Remarkable," Devor whispered, a genuine smile spreading across his face. He could feel the vitality pulsing from the sprout, a clear sign that his method was working.


    But he knew this was only the beginning.


    The Sky-Grade Spiritual Seed would require far more¡ªa perfectly balanced environment and an unprecedented level of energy control. It would push him beyond anything he had accomplished so far. Still, this small success filled him with a sense of renewed confidence.


    "I¡¯m on the right track," Devor thought, his gaze fixed on the glowing sprout. "If I can perfect the energy setup here, I¡¯ll be ready to plant the real seed."


    With light, purposeful steps, he left the Spiritual Field, his eyes shining with confidence and hope. Behind him, the steady flow of energy continued its work, nurturing the plants he had so carefully cultivated. The future of this Spiritual Field felt brighter than ever¡ªa testament to his unwavering determination.


    ??????


    Far above, atop one of the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s sacred mountains, stood a place Devor could only dream of reaching¡ªa grand pavilion of unmatched beauty and power.


    At the peak, a massive lotus-shaped building crowned the mountain, its design a breathtaking tribute to the Sect¡¯s strength. Rising above the mist, it seemed to bloom directly from the clouds, an awe-inspiring sight that marked the Sect¡¯s dominance.


    Golden sunlight bathed the tiered roof, shaped like overlapping petals, making it shimmer as if the heavens themselves were shining down on it. The walls, made from pristine white jade, emitted a soft glow that pierced the dense fog enveloping the peak.


    Slim, elegant pillars supported each level of the pavilion, adorned with intricate carvings of entwined phoenixes and dragons. The details were so skillfully rendered that the figures seemed ready to take flight at any moment.


    In the courtyard of this breathtaking structure, two figures sat cross-legged on floating lotus platforms suspended midair. Between them, a finely crafted table held an exquisite chessboard, the pieces shifting with graceful precision under their expert fingers.


    The two men were Leifu, Master of the Spiritual Hall, and Master Nie, the Master of the Cultivation Hall.


    Leifu¡¯s hand hovered for a moment above the chessboard, as if caught in a fleeting thought. Noticing the pause, Master Nie glanced up, his expression calm but tinged with curiosity.


    ¡°Has your disciple caused trouble again?¡± Master Nie asked with a faint smirk, placing his own piece on the board.


    Leifu sighed, a brief flicker of weariness crossing his otherwise composed face. ¡°I¡¯ve already sent Sunan into closed-door cultivation for a year. That should keep him out of mischief for a while.¡±


    Master Nie chuckled, his smile knowing. ¡°Your eldest disciple certainly has a stubborn streak.¡±


    ¡°Stop mocking me,¡± Leifu said, shaking his head. Despite his words, a wry smile tugged at his lips. ¡°When it comes to cultivation, he¡¯s not bad. He¡¯s even made a name for himself in the Cultivation World. But his... impulsiveness leaves a lot to be desired.¡±


    ¡°Maybe it¡¯s time for him to find a Dao Companion,¡± Master Nie teased, his words making Leifu¡¯s eyes narrow slightly.


    ¡°Enough of that,¡± Leifu shot back, clearly uninterested in the topic. ¡°The Sect Competition starts next year. Out of the new disciples, who do you think will stand out?¡±


    Master Nie stroked his chin thoughtfully. ¡°This year¡¯s recruits seem promising, but it¡¯s hard to say who will rise to the top. What about you? Do you have someone in mind?¡±


    Leifu¡¯s gaze turned distant for a moment before he spoke, his voice steady. ¡°Among the Qi Refining disciples, there¡¯s one who stands out¡ªDevor Li, the caretaker of the Spiritual Garden.¡±


    Master Nie¡¯s eyes flickered with recognition. ¡°Devor Li... the one who came to me with that bold question about Cultivation Techniques?¡±


    Leifu nodded, a faint smile curving his lips. ¡°That¡¯s him. I¡¯ve thought about taking him on as my personal disciple, but the more I observe him, the more I realize my teachings might hold him back rather than help him grow.¡±


    Master Nie leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful. ¡°And why is that?¡±


    ¡°Devor has a unique way of finding his own path,¡± Leifu explained. ¡°His progress may be slow, but every step he takes is deliberate and purposeful. I worry that if I impose my methods on him, it might hold back the potential he¡¯s carefully developing.¡±


    Leifu paused, then added, ¡°In fact, I think you¡¯d be much better suited to guide him. Your knowledge of Cultivation Techniques is unmatched in the Sect.¡±


    Master Nie raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion. ¡°Me?¡±


    Leifu nodded. ¡°Devor¡¯s main challenge lies in his Cultivation Technique. It¡¯s limiting him. With your expertise, you could help him create a technique that truly plays to his strengths.¡±


    Master Nie mulled this over for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips. ¡°I¡¯ll think about it.¡±


    Though his response was vague, Master Nie¡¯s mind was already turning. He remembered his earlier conversation with Devor¡ªthe boldness of his questions and the surprising depth of understanding he displayed, despite his low rank.


    Under his guidance, Devor could rise quickly, reaching heights unimaginable for someone with a Five-Color Spiritual Root. Yet, Master Nie hesitated.


    ¡°Through hardship, a cultivator¡¯s will is sharpened, and their path forged,¡± Master Nie thought. ¡°Devor¡¯s strength lies in his ability to carve out his own destiny, no matter the challenges he faces.¡±


    Master Nie knew he could help Devor perfect his technique, but he also understood that doing so might rob the young man of the growth that only struggle could bring.


    Leifu, too, must have seen this¡ªwhy else would he hesitate to take Devor as a disciple?


    A faint smile tugged at Master Nie¡¯s lips as he placed another chess piece on the board, his movements deliberate. ¡°Maybe it¡¯s better to watch from the sidelines for now,¡± he said thoughtfully. ¡°If Devor realizes his full potential, even the heavens might tremble.¡±


    Across from him, Leifu watched the move in silence, his thoughts mirroring Master Nie¡¯s. Both of them knew that the Sect had acquired a rare and exceptional seed. And like all such seeds, it would need time, care, and the right conditions to grow into something truly extraordinary.


    For now, all they could do was wait and watch.

 Chapter 19 - An Unexpected Disturbance in the Spiritual Garden

    In the tranquil expanse of the Spiritual Garden, Devor stood across from a fellow Sect disciple, engaged in one of their frequent dealings.


    The disciple, a strikingly beautiful woman clad in a deep blue robe, wore the unmistakable emblem of her rank as an Inner Disciple.


    This was Monny¡ªa name that had barely registered with Devor when he first saw her over a year ago. Now, she was a familiar presence, a regular customer whose beauty had only deepened over time. The once-innocent features he remembered had evolved into a serene confidence, befitting her elevated status.


    Over the last four months, Devor and Monny had met more than half a dozen times, each encounter gradually strengthening their acquaintance.


    "Your requests are as peculiar as ever¡ªand just as hard to get," Monny remarked, a hint of weariness softening her otherwise sharp tone. "If it weren¡¯t for Senior Yanyue¡¯s help, I doubt I could¡¯ve managed it."


    "I appreciate your effort," Devor said, offering a genuine smile. "The items I need are rare around here and usually have to be brought in from farther afield."


    Monny folded her arms, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. "You¡¯re an odd one, Devor. Why not trade in Cultivation Pills or Sect Contribution Points like everyone else? It¡¯d make your life a lot simpler."


    Devor chuckled softly, though a shadow of guilt flickered in his gaze. "Senior Wulin has my Contribution Points tied up for the next year. For now, all I need are Seed Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants."


    Monny raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Let me guess¡ªyou struck some kind of deal with Senior Wulin?"


    Devor nodded, looking a bit sheepish. "Yeah, he made me an offer I couldn¡¯t turn down. Most of my harvest for the next year is already spoken for."


    Monny sighed, shaking her head as she muttered something under her breath. "You¡¯re in high demand, huh?"


    It was true. Devor¡¯s reputation for cultivating top-quality Spiritual Plants had spread quickly among the Sect¡¯s disciples. He had six regular customers vying for his limited stock, and there would have been more if he could meet the demand.


    "Your yields are impressive," Monny said, her frustration giving way to curiosity. "I asked my teacher why your plants are so much better than others. She said it¡¯s because you create an ecosystem around them, where each plant supports the others¡¯ growth."


    Devor gave a slight nod, his expression calm. "That¡¯s right. It¡¯s a method I¡¯ve developed over time. It helps me understand the plants better and meet their needs more naturally."


    While most disciples relied on specialized Techniques or Formations to manage their crops, Devor took a different route. By fostering an interconnected ecosystem, he not only boosted his yields but also sharpened his sensitivity to the plants'' spiritual energy.


    "You¡¯d make a great Alchemist," Monny mused, her tone thoughtful. "With your understanding of Spiritual Plants, your success rate in making Pills would be incredible. Why haven¡¯t you taken any Alchemy classes?"


    Devor shook his head gently. "I¡¯ve thought about it, but not yet. Taking on another discipline would slow my progress in what I¡¯ve already committed to. Right now, my focus is on perfecting my Gardener Skill."


    To most, Devor was just a skilled gardener. But the reality was far more complex. Perfecting his Essence of Nature Cultivation Technique demanded nearly all his energy and focus. Adding another responsibility risked spreading himself too thin.


    "I see," Monny said with an approving nod. "It¡¯s smart to stay focused. Everyone¡¯s path is different, and just because one way works for someone else doesn¡¯t mean it¡¯s the right path for you."


    Devor smiled faintly. "Exactly."


    They shared a brief moment of mutual understanding before exchanging a few more words and parting ways.


    "If you get more stock, let me know," Monny said, glancing back at him as she walked away.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    "I will," Devor replied sincerely.


    Monny was more than just a customer; as an Inner Disciple, her influence was significant. Maintaining a good relationship with her was an opportunity Devor couldn¡¯t afford to overlook.


    With a soft nod, Monny snapped her fingers, summoning a sleek flying sword from her Spatial Ring.


    Devor watched, wide-eyed, as she effortlessly stepped onto the sword. In an instant, she soared into the sky, the blade cutting through the air like a streaking comet.


    "Monny¡¯s reached the Foundation Building Realm?" Devor murmured, his voice tinged with disbelief. "In just a year?"


    To wield a flying sword required Foundation Building-level cultivation. While it wasn¡¯t unheard of for a Qi Refining cultivator to manage it, such instances were rare and demanded extraordinary talent.


    "If she¡¯s still in the Qi Refining Realm, her strength must already rival that of Foundation Building cultivators," Devor thought, his eyes lingering on the fading streak of light in the sky.


    "No wonder I couldn¡¯t gauge her cultivation level with the Attribute Analyzer when we met four months ago," he muttered, shaking his head with a quiet sigh.


    Being an Inner Disciple wasn¡¯t just a rank¡ªit was a testament to potential that far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators.


    Clutching the Earth-Grade Seed in his hand, Devor turned and made his way back to his Spiritual Field, intent on refining his formation to create the perfect environment for the Sky-Grade Seed.


    ??????


    The setting sun cast a warm, golden glow over the field, its light filtering softly through the energy barrier before him. Devor stood still, the Earth-Grade Seed cradled in his palm, his gaze fixed on the formation he had painstakingly refined over the past weeks.


    A six-meter-wide circle shimmered faintly with a blue hue, its protective barrier radiating a steady, calming energy. Inside, Yellow-Grade and Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants were carefully arranged to form a balanced, harmonious ecosystem.


    Devor took a deep breath, the soft hum of energy resonating in his senses. "Alright," he murmured, glancing at the small notebook in his hand filled with meticulous notes on plant placements, energy levels, and formation adjustments. "Let¡¯s see if this ecosystem holds up."


    He moved around the formation, carefully inspecting each plant. The Yellow-Grade plants steadily absorbed the ambient energy, while the Earth-Grade plants radiated a more grounded, stabilizing force. Together, they formed a delicate balance, creating an environment that mimicked the natural habitat needed for a Sky-Grade Spiritual Seed.


    After a few moments, the formation began to show promising signs.


    The energy barrier pulsed softly, its flow stable and contained. The plants inside responded positively, their leaves glowing brighter as they absorbed the enriched Qi. One Yellow-Grade plant in particular emitted a vibrant green glow, a clear sign that the environment was thriving.


    Devor reached into his pouch and pulled out the Earth-Grade Seed Monny had given him. Unlike the rare and precious Sky-Grade Seeds, this Earth-Grade Seed was perfect for testing the formation''s stability.


    He stepped into the center of the formation, where the energy was most concentrated, and knelt by the prepared soil. Carefully, he dug a small hole, gently placing the glowing seed inside. Once it was covered, he pressed his palm against the earth.


    "Let¡¯s see how you adapt," he whispered, channeling a small stream of energy into the soil to help the seed integrate with its new environment.


    The energy within the barrier began to shift, flowing toward the seed like a river converging into a calm lake. The seed responded, its faint glow intensifying as it absorbed the surrounding energy.


    Devor took a step back, watching as the formation came to life. The seed became the focal point, drawing in energy and radiating it outward in a steady, rhythmic pulse. The nearby Yellow-Grade plants glowed brighter, while the Earth-Grade plants extended their roots deeper into the soil, anchoring themselves more firmly within the energy flow.


    "Stable," Devor murmured, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "The seed is absorbing energy smoothly, and the surrounding plants are thriving alongside it."


    He walked around the formation, carefully observing the spiral-like energy flow within the barrier. This spiraling motion¡ªone of his core theories¡ªallowed the energy to circulate naturally, mimicking the currents of a flowing stream.


    "The spiral pattern speeds up adaptation," he muttered, jotting down notes in his notebook. "This will be essential when planting the Sky-Grade Seed."


    After a few minutes, a soft green aura began to radiate from the Earth-Grade Seed, signaling that it had successfully taken root. The surrounding plants responded in kind, their leaves swaying gently as if breathing in sync with the seed.


    Devor sat at the edge of the formation, opening his notebook to record his observations. He carefully noted the seed¡¯s activation time, the energy flow pattern, and the plants¡¯ responses¡ªevery detail vital for his future work.


    "If this formation holds steady for a week, I''ll know it''s ready for the Sky-Grade Seed," Devor said, exhaling deeply. A wave of relief washed over him, and for the first time in weeks, he allowed himself a moment to savor the taste of success.


    Just as he closed his notebook, a soft breeze brushed against his face.


    To anyone else, it might have seemed ordinary¡ªa gentle caress of nature. But Devor, attuned to the flow of energy and the subtle whispers of the Spiritual Field, sensed something was off.


    The breeze carried a faint, unfamiliar scent. It wasn¡¯t the natural fragrance of the plants or the earthy aroma of the soil. It was sharp, almost acrid, and it pointed toward one of the Sect¡¯s Spiritual Fields under his care.


    Devor¡¯s brows knitted together. "This... Something''s wrong with the Spiritual Plant over there."


    Without hesitation, he stood and turned toward the source of the disturbance, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to investigate.

 Chapter 20 - Shadows Over the Spiritual Field

    Devor¡¯s unease grew stronger, his expression tightening with resolve. His pace quickened as he made his way toward the Spiritual Field, drawn by an unusual disturbance he couldn¡¯t shake.


    It was a subtle sign, perhaps even a false alarm, but Devor¡¯s instincts¡ªsharpened by years of tending to Spiritual Plants¡ªrefused to let him ignore it.


    Before long, he reached the field under his care. His keen eyes swept over the rows of plants, scanning with practiced precision. His brow furrowed, a deep concern settling in.


    He took a deep breath, letting the fresh air and the Qi from the plants flow into his lungs. But something was off. The usual harmony that filled the field felt... disrupted.


    And then he saw it¡ªa single Spiritual Plant, its leaves gray and brittle, stark against the lush green surrounding it.


    ¡°What the...?¡± Devor''s breath hitched, his heart hammering in his chest.


    Failures were part of cultivation, sure, but Devor took pride in his careful, meticulous approach. He had never encountered anything like this, not in any of the manuals or texts he¡¯d studied.


    With a slight bend of his knees, he leapt over the rows of plants, landing effortlessly beside the ailing one.


    Crouching, he reached out to touch one of the gray leaves.


    The moment his fingers brushed it, the leaf disintegrated into fine ash, crumbling away as if all life had been drained from it.


    His eyes narrowed, pupils shrinking. ¡°This... this isn¡¯t right,¡± he muttered, letting the ashes slip through his fingers.


    He brought his hand closer to his face and inhaled deeply. The faint, acrid scent stirred a sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu.


    ¡°This smell... it¡¯s the same one I noticed earlier.¡± His face darkened, worry lines deepening as his mind raced, already piecing together the grim possibilities of what this could mean.


    Without hesitation, Devor called for Forly and the other disciples under his command.


    In minutes, a group of eleven gathered before him, their faces reflecting his concern.


    ¡°Spread out,¡± Devor ordered, his voice firm. ¡°Check every plant in your section. If you spot anything¡ªgray leaves, discoloration, anything off¡ªreport back right away. And if a plant¡¯s beyond saving, pull it out immediately.¡±


    The disciples nodded, urgency in their movements as they dispersed.


    Devor joined the search, moving methodically through the rows. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the field, but the beauty of the moment was lost on him. The tension in his chest only grew heavier.


    As he moved, more anomalies emerged¡ªseven plants with stems, leaves, or flowers marked by the same eerie gray.


    ¡°This doesn¡¯t make sense,¡± he muttered, crouching down to examine one of the damaged plants. ¡°This kind of damage... it shouldn¡¯t be happening.¡±


    By the time the disciples regrouped, they all reported the same troubling signs. Several other plants across the field displayed identical symptoms, their vibrant Qi seemingly drained away.


    Devor gave a clear directive. ¡°Uproot all the affected plants and bring them to one spot. If you find any more, pull them immediately and inform me.¡±


    Under the pale glow of the rising moon, the group gathered the gray plants into a single area. Their dull, lifeless appearance starkly contrasted with the healthy greenery around them.


    Devor knelt by one of the uprooted plants, his fingers brushing over its gray, brittle stem. He closed his eyes, attempting to sense any lingering Qi, but all he felt was an eerie, cold emptiness.


    ¡°These plants are completely lifeless,¡± Devor said, his voice low and heavy. ¡°It¡¯s like something¡¯s drained them of every ounce of their Qi.¡±


    Forly, standing a little off to the side, hesitated before speaking up. ¡°Senior Devor, could this be caused by pests? Or maybe the soil or fertilizers are contaminated?¡±Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    Devor shook his head slowly, his gaze still locked on the lifeless plant. "No. Pests always leave some trace of Qi, even after they¡¯ve fed. And if the soil or fertilizers were contaminated, we''d see gradual changes¡ªstunted growth, discoloration¡ªnot this total depletion."


    He paused, his thoughts drifting to his own Essence of Nature Cultivation Technique, which drew Qi from the surrounding plants.


    He frowned, his voice low. "This doesn¡¯t feel right. It¡¯s like these plants were drained on purpose, their Qi stolen¡ªby something... or someone."


    A chill of dread began to settle in his chest.


    The soft light of morning spilled over the barren Spiritual Garden, now stripped of its once-vibrant greenery. Devor stood at the edge of the field, his gaze fixed on the lifeless gray remnants of what had once been thriving Spiritual Plants.


    "Could I be the one behind this?" The thought gnawed at him, an unsettling doubt he couldn¡¯t shake.


    Even with his perfected Essence of Nature Cultivation Technique, it was hard to believe his method could have drained the plants this much. He had always followed strict discipline, absorbing Qi only from the plants allocated to him¡ªnot those he was meant to protect.


    Clenching his fists, Devor turned to face the eleven disciples gathered before him, their faces etched with worry.


    ¡°Listen up,¡± he said, his voice calm despite the storm brewing inside. ¡°From now on, watch every field closely. If you spot any plants with gray discoloration, pull them up right away and bring them to one place. I¡¯ll inspect them myself.¡±


    ¡°Understood, Senior!¡± the disciples replied together, bowing with deep respect.


    The night that followed felt endlessly long. Every time Devor closed his eyes, the image of the gray leaves crumbling to dust haunted him. Guilt and doubt gnawed at him, making sleep impossible.


    ¡°Is this my fault?¡± Devor muttered into the darkness, his voice barely a whisper.


    ??????


    By dawn, Devor rose, his body weighed down by the same heavy unease. As he walked the familiar paths of the Spiritual Field, the usual calm brought by the morning light was absent. Instead, dread clung to him, following him like a shadow.


    When he reached the field, his worst fears were confirmed.


    The anomaly had spread. More plants were affected¡ªthis time, it wasn¡¯t just the leaves and stems. Flowers that had once glowed with vibrant Qi were now withered and gray.


    Devor knelt beside one of the afflicted plants, gently lifting it from the soil. Closing his eyes, he reached out with his Spiritual Sense, searching for the familiar flow of life. But instead, he was met with a heavy, suffocating emptiness.


    ¡°The Qi... it¡¯s all gone,¡± he whispered, his voice barely a breath.


    Even the air around him felt different. The once-pure Qi that had nurtured the field now hung heavy and dark, oppressive in its stillness.


    ¡°No¡­ this doesn¡¯t make sense,¡± he murmured, his voice thick with disbelief.


    By mid-morning, things had only gotten worse. More plants were found affected, their lifeless bodies pulled from the earth and gathered into grim piles.


    Devor¡¯s face hardened as he made a difficult decision.


    ¡°Uproot every plant in the field,¡± he commanded, his tone calm but resolute. ¡°Leave nothing standing.¡±


    The disciples froze, stunned. This command was unprecedented. To uproot every plant meant complete failure¡ªa missed monthly quota, a disgrace to the Sect.


    ¡°Do it!¡± Devor repeated, his voice now cold and unwavering.


    Reluctantly, the disciples obeyed.


    By midday, the field lay barren. The only things left were mounds of withered, gray plants. Devor stood motionless, his fists clenched tightly as he stared at the desolate scene. The weight of his failure pressed on him like an unyielding storm.


    ¡°Senior¡­¡± Forly¡¯s voice faltered from behind him.


    Devor turned, his expression calm but tense. ¡°What is it, Forly?¡±


    Forly hesitated, his face betraying his unease.


    ¡°Just tell me, Forly. I can take it,¡± Devor said, though the weariness in his voice made Forly¡¯s chest tighten.


    ¡°The field you¡¯ve cultivated, Senior¡­¡± Forly swallowed hard. ¡°It¡¯s been infected too.¡±


    Devor¡¯s heart sank, but his face remained unreadable.


    ??????


    Devor and Forly walked in silence toward the field Devor had carefully cultivated over the past year.


    As they arrived, the sight confirmed Forly¡¯s words. The Spiritual Plants Devor had nurtured with such dedication, each one attuned to his unique cultivation method, had fallen victim to the same gray corruption.


    Devor¡¯s gaze swept over the scene, lingering on the five distinct rows of plants¡ªeach representing a different elemental Qi. These plants had been the cornerstone of his cultivation, acquired at great cost with Contribution Points and Spirit Stones, or through hard-earned exchanges with Wulin and Yulin.


    But now, they stood lifeless, their energy drained, their once-vibrant colors faded to dull ash-gray.


    At the center of the field, Devor¡¯s eyes fixed on the area enclosed by energy barriers. Inside, the experimental formation he had carefully crafted for the Sky-Grade Spiritual Seed was no better off.


    The delicate balance he had worked so hard to achieve was shattered. The Earth-Grade sprout, once full of promise, had withered into a lifeless husk, its faint glow extinguished.


    Devor stood motionless, his expression unreadable. He looked like a statue, frozen in the face of his silent despair.


    From a distance, Forly felt a sharp pang in his chest. The weight of Devor¡¯s loss was almost tangible, even from afar.


    ¡°Senior¡­¡± Forly began, his voice soft.


    But Devor raised a hand, signaling for him to stop. Slowly, he stepped forward into the field, stopping just before the barrier. He reached out, placing his palm against its surface, feeling the faint energy that still clung to it.


    ¡°This field... I gave everything for it,¡± Devor murmured, his voice barely a whisper. ¡°And yet¡­¡±


    He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. The bitterness rising in his chest threatened to overwhelm him, but he pushed it down, forcing himself to stay steady.

 Chapter 21 - Shadows of Guilt, Seeds of Truth

    Devor stood still, his eyes fixed on the barren fields that had once been his pride and purpose. The effort, the long nights, the tireless dedication¡ªnow all of it lay in ruin. The land was consumed by a strange, lifeless gray fog, hanging in the air like a ghostly presence that refused to leave.


    ¡°Forly,¡± Devor''s voice was low but heavy with unspoken emotion. ¡°Get everything to the Sect¡¯s Investigation Hall. We need answers. We can¡¯t let this spread any further.¡±


    Forly nodded sharply, his urgency clear. ¡°Understood, Senior. I¡¯ll get the team together.¡±


    As Forly walked away, Devor remained rooted to the spot, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself, but the hollow ache in his chest only deepened.


    That night, sleep eluded him. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the image of gray leaves crumbling to dust, their life force drained by some unseen power. His mind spun with questions: What went wrong? Was this my fault? Or is something else at play? But no matter how hard he searched, there were no answers.


    ??????


    By morning, Devor stood in front of the Spiritual Garden, the cool breeze doing little to ease the turmoil in his mind. The air, once fragrant with life, now felt stagnant, weighed down by an oppressive energy that seemed to seep into everything.


    He scanned the empty fields, his thoughts a storm, when Forly approached. His face was grim, his expression unreadable.


    ¡°Senior¡­¡± Forly¡¯s voice faltered slightly, hesitation thick in the air.


    Devor turned to face Forly, his voice calm despite the knot tightening in his chest. ¡°What is it?¡±


    ¡°Senior Sisters Yulin and Liara¡¯s fields... they¡¯ve been contaminated too.¡±


    Devor¡¯s eyes went wide with shock. ¡°Their fields too? Are you sure?¡±


    Forly nodded, his expression grim. ¡°Same symptoms. Gray leaves, lifeless stems... it¡¯s spreading.¡±


    A wave of guilt hit Devor hard. If it had only been his fields affected, maybe he could¡¯ve taken the blame. But for this to spread to others¡ªit was something far worse.


    By midday, the full extent of the disaster became clear. Reports flooded in confirming that every Spiritual field in the area had been contaminated. Fields once vibrant and full of Qi, tended by other Garden Keepers, had fallen victim to the same fate.


    The news spread quickly throughout the Sect. Whispers and rumors filled the halls, darkening Devor¡¯s reputation.


    ¡°Could it be Devor¡¯s fault?¡± some murmured, their voices hushed but sharp.


    ¡°His fields were always... different. Maybe he messed with something he shouldn¡¯t have.¡±


    Monny, Wulin, and several others who had worked closely with Devor rushed to the Spiritual Garden. They knew the quality of his Spiritual Plants firsthand and refused to believe the rumors.


    When they arrived, they were met with an unsettling sight¡ªthe entire area was cordoned off by the Sect¡¯s Investigation Hall. Disciples stood guard at the entrance, ensuring the anomaly didn¡¯t spread any further.


    In the Spiritual Garden, Elder Sorin, the Sect¡¯s leading expert in toxins and anomalies, examined the scene with painstaking focus. His sharp gaze moved over each contaminated plant and formation, his face set in a deep frown as he worked.


    Not far off, Devor, Yulin, Liara, and a few other Garden Keepers stood in tense silence, their eyes following Elder Sorin¡¯s every move.


    Devor kept his head down, his usual composure completely broken under the weight of what felt like a personal failure.


    ¡°This isn¡¯t your fault,¡± Yulin said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that cut through the heavy silence. ¡°This situation is too strange. None of us could¡¯ve foreseen something like this happening.¡±


    Devor didn¡¯t answer. He turned his face away, unwilling to meet her gaze.


    Liara stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. ¡°Devor, we¡¯ve known you from the start. You¡¯re someone who worked hard to earn your place here. You¡¯re still in the Qi Refining Realm. How could anyone believe you had access to something that could poison an entire Spiritual Garden?¡±The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Another Garden Keeper, a man with striking half-black, half-white hair, added his thoughts. ¡°Exactly. The rumors make no sense. This disaster only hurts you. If you were responsible, what would you gain?¡±


    A stocky man, arms crossed, his voice gruff yet thoughtful, chimed in. ¡°What about enemies? Anyone here have rivals or grudges? It¡¯s possible someone planted the poison in Devor¡¯s fields to frame him.¡±


    The group fell silent, the weight of the suggestion hanging in the air.


    The stillness among the gathered disciples was thick, broken only by the faint rustling of wind through the lifeless fields. Each word spoken by Elder Sorin and the Investigation Hall seemed to carry more gravity than the last.


    The Azure Sky Sect was known for its peace and unity, but beneath the surface, rivalries and hidden conflicts always simmered.


    ¡°With that in mind,¡± Yulin said, her voice steady despite the complexities behind her words, ¡°it¡¯s even less likely Devor is the cause. He spends almost all his time in the Spiritual Garden. His dealings are minimal, and he gets along with everyone.¡±


    Her words reflected the opinion of those who knew him best. Devor was, without a doubt, the least likely person to have enemies within the Sect.


    Still, Devor stood silent, his head bowed. The chaos and whispers around him seemed to fade into an empty, distant hum.


    Yulin watched him, a knot tightening in her chest. The last time she had seen him like this was after his grandfather passed away¡ªsilent, withdrawn, and carrying a weight far too heavy for someone his age. And now, here he was again, bearing another impossible burden.


    Elder Sorin continued his careful examination of the contaminated fields, his sharp eyes scanning the barren soil and the gray, lifeless remains of once-thriving plants. He reached out, his fingers brushing the brittle stem of a dying plant.


    ¡°Just as I suspected,¡± Elder Sorin muttered, his voice carrying enough weight to command everyone¡¯s attention.


    Yulin took a step forward, but froze when one of the Investigation Hall officials shot her a cold look.


    Liara fidgeted nervously, her hands gripping the edges of her robe, the tension clear in her posture.


    Devor, meanwhile, kept his fists clenched at his sides. His gaze remained fixed on the ground, his body unmoving, but inside, a storm was raging.


    Elder Sorin turned to face the group, his expression unreadable.


    ¡°Listen carefully,¡± he said, his voice firm, ensuring everyone was focused. ¡°What has happened here is no mere mistake or coincidence.¡±


    The group stiffened, hanging on his every word.


    ¡°These insects,¡± Sorin continued, pointing toward the decaying plants, ¡°are Qi Devourer Beetles. Normally, they live alongside Spiritual Plants, feeding on trace amounts of Qi to sustain their life cycle. But they aren¡¯t naturally destructive. For them to behave like this, something in their environment must have been disturbed.¡±


    Yulin¡¯s voice trembled as she spoke, ¡°What kind of disturbance, Elder? Could someone have caused this on purpose?¡±


    Sorin¡¯s eyes narrowed, calm yet sharp. ¡°It¡¯s possible. A disturbance could¡¯ve been introduced¡ªeither intentionally or by accident. The beetles¡¯ eggs are sensitive to certain energies. If exposed to those energies, they hatch too early and become erratic. Worse, when they die, they release a toxin that poisons the soil, making it uninhabitable for Spiritual Plants.¡±


    Liara¡¯s voice broke the heavy silence. ¡°So, are you saying someone... weaponized these beetles?¡±


    Elder Sorin gave a slight nod. ¡°That¡¯s one possibility, though we don¡¯t have enough proof yet. The Investigation Hall will dig deeper into this, but my role here is finished.¡±


    With those words, Elder Sorin stepped back, his figure rising into the sky, disappearing into the horizon like smoke fading into the wind.


    As the murmurs spread through the crowd, one thing became clear: Devor wasn¡¯t to blame.


    But under Sect law, it didn¡¯t matter. The contamination had started in the field he oversaw. Until the true cause was found, the responsibility rested firmly on his shoulders.


    ¡°Devor, step forward,¡± came the stern voice of the Investigation Hall Master, Niubi.


    Devor lifted his head slightly, meeting Niubi¡¯s steady gaze. Without hesitation, he stepped forward.


    ¡°This isn¡¯t your fault,¡± Niubi said, his tone calm and measured. ¡°But as the caretaker of the field where this began, you are responsible for the consequences.¡±


    Devor bowed his head, his voice quiet. ¡°I understand, Master.¡±


    Niubi gave a single, solemn nod. ¡°Then, by Sect law, you are found guilty.¡±


    The words landed like a blow. Though spoken without malice, they shattered the fragile hope that Devor had been holding onto, leaving him in a crushing silence.


    Niubi¡¯s voice remained firm and unyielding. ¡°Your punishment will be decided within a week. Until then, you¡¯ll remain in the custody of the Investigation Hall.¡±


    Yulin stepped forward, her voice trembling. ¡°Hall Master¡ª¡±


    Niubi silenced her with a sharp look. ¡°The judgment is final.¡±


    Two Investigation Hall members approached Devor, their faces neutral but resolute.


    Devor raised his arms without resistance, offering his hands for them to bind.


    As they secured him, he stood tall, his expression calm, betraying none of the turmoil brewing inside. His gaze was steady, as if accepting his fate while silently vowing to uncover the truth.


    As Devor was led away, Yulin¡¯s frustration flared. Her fists clenched, but she knew there was nothing more she could do.


    Liara watched him go, her heart sinking. ¡°Devor doesn¡¯t deserve this,¡± she whispered, her voice barely audible.


    Yulin turned to her, determination flashing in her eyes. ¡°He doesn¡¯t. And we¡¯ll make sure the truth comes out.¡±


    In the crowd¡¯s shadows, whispers circulated. Some pitied Devor, while others questioned his innocence.


    Devor, however, paid them no mind. His thoughts were clear and focused. Gone was the unsure, grieving boy who had once stumbled into the Azure Sky Sect.


    As the gates of the Investigation Hall closed behind him, Devor made a silent vow: "No matter the cost, I¡¯ll uncover the truth behind this disaster¡ªand clear my name!"

 Chapter 22 - Whispers of Power, Shadows of Justice

    In the middle of the vast grassland, Master Nie stood with an air of grace, draped in an elegant black robe adorned with striking golden symbols on his back.


    His hands were clasped behind him, and a slight furrow creased his brow. With a sharp mental acuity, his gaze pierced toward the Spiritual Garden, where Devor was.


    On the other side, Hall Master Niubi appeared somewhat restless. More than four foreign mental energies were discreetly monitoring the Spiritual Garden, causing him a slight discomfort.


    "His peaceful days have come to an end," Master Nie murmured softly.


    "What did you say, Master?" a man''s voice came from nearby.


    The man¡¯s appearance was peculiar, with purple lines tracing the structure of his bones. He was bare-chested, revealing muscles honed naturally through relentless effort.


    This was Master Nie''s personal disciple, Ronin.


    Master Nie turned slightly, his eyes settling on Ronin.


    "Continue your training. I didn¡¯t tell you to stop," Master Nie said calmly.


    Ronin forced a smile and resumed a series of punches and kicks without missing a beat.


    Each movement made the purple lines on his skin glow faintly, like embers igniting within his flesh. His jaw clenched as sweat poured from his brow, yet he pressed on.


    Every punch felt like striking air filled with thorns, tearing at his flesh and bones. But he knew¡ªthis training was a trial he had to conquer, no matter the cost.


    "I''ve never seen Youngest Sister doing this kind of training," Ronin grumbled, gritting his teeth as he punched the air in front of him.


    Whoooshhh!


    His simple punch stirred up a strong gust of wind.


    "Each disciple has their own path," Master Nie said firmly yet calmly. "Youngest Sister strengthens her body with the demon dance. If you think that''s easier, I can get you some women¡¯s clothes to join her."


    Ronin''s face paled instantly, and his shoulders shuddered at the mere thought of it.


    "No, Master! I was just joking," Sorin stammered.


    Master Nie let out a slight snort and said, "Only by facing challenges in everything you do will you learn to adapt to the harsh world of cultivation."


    Ronin fell silent, gritting his teeth as he continued another set of basic punching techniques.


    Master Nie turned his head slightly, his gaze drifting toward Devor, who was being apprehended by the Sect''s Investigation Hall officials.


    "Will that boy overcome this calamity? Or will he surrender to it?" Master Nie murmured softly, then added, "The boy is ruthless, taking such extreme actions. Yet, his plans are decisive and lethal, leaving no room for his target to breathe."


    He sighed quietly, his eyes fixed on the Spiritual Garden, but he remained an observer, not taking further action.


    Meanwhile, far from Master Nie¡¯s location, in a quiet little hut, the Spiritual Hall Master, Leifu, reclined leisurely. He held a cup of warm tea, savoring each sip in the cool mountain air.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    Sorin¡¯s figure could be seen flying through the air, landing not far from the small hut where Leifu sat.


    Sorin¡¯s face was marked with deep dissatisfaction, a strong discontent evident in his expression.


    "The rules of this Sect... they¡¯re absolutely insane!" Sorin slammed a small table in front of him, his breath heavy. "We know who did it, but we¡¯re supposed to stay silent?"


    Leifu glanced at him briefly, then poured tea into an empty cup and offered it calmly.


    "The Azure Sky Sect isn¡¯t just about power, Sorin," he said quietly, his tone neutral. "It¡¯s about surviving in an unjust world."


    Sorin gritted his teeth, the cup of tea in his hand trembling slightly. "Unjust? That¡¯s your excuse? Devor didn¡¯t even start the conflict!"


    "I agree with that," Leifu said, nodding gently. "But the Sect''s rules emphasize that the leaders must not interfere, even if we know the cause. Unless the damage they cause is too severe for the Sect to bear."


    Sorin¡¯s gaze turned icy as he spoke. ¡°The boy knows the Sect¡¯s rules well and has pushed them to the limit, causing only the damage the Sect can tolerate.¡±


    ¡°His strategy is appreciated by the Sect and has its own merits,¡± Leifu replied calmly. ¡°If Devor or any other disciple uncovers the culprit through their own abilities, the Sect will swiftly punish the main offender.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s why these Sect rules are ridiculous!¡± Sorin said, his face clouded with dissatisfaction. ¡°Devor did everything right, and just because he had dealings with other disciples, disaster came knocking.¡±


    ¡°The boy has caught the Sect¡¯s eye. While his performance is commendable, that¡¯s his limit. If he pulls a similar stunt again, the Sect won¡¯t hesitate to take action, regardless of his status,¡± Leifu added with a faint smile.


    Sorin let out a quiet huff, still discontent with the Sect¡¯s rules, especially since Devor hadn¡¯t instigated any real conflict with others.


    ¡°Do you think if I temporarily step down as an Elder and directly expose the culprit with solid evidence, the Sect Master would reinstate me as an Elder?¡± Sorin asked after mulling over his plan.


    ¡°Hmph... looks like I¡¯ll need a new Elder for my Sect.¡±


    A voice echoed around them.


    Leifu immediately stood and bowed deeply. Sorin, on the other hand, shivered uncontrollably, quickly standing upright and bowing as well.


    ¡°Greetings, Sect Master.¡±


    Leifu and Sorin spoke in unison.


    In the next moment, a strikingly handsome man appeared in front of Leifu¡¯s hut, his presence commanding attention.


    He had long, light blue hair cascading down his back, shimmering like silk reflecting the soft morning sun. His elegant light blue Taoist robe was adorned with a majestic white dragon that seemed almost alive on his back.


    His gleaming hair radiated elegance and softness, leaving anyone who saw him in awe, as though his charm was unparalleled.


    ¡°Sorin,¡± the Sect Master¡¯s voice was soft yet filled with authority, ¡°you may not be entirely wrong. The Sect¡¯s rules do need alignment¡­ but the world won¡¯t wait for justice to come knocking.¡±


    A faint smile appeared on the Sect Master¡¯s face. ¡°Devor serves as a reminder that the Sect must continue to evolve, so it doesn¡¯t lose its way in teaching the disciples.¡±


    Sorin felt a surge of excitement but didn¡¯t dare speak out loud.


    ¡°Conflicts among disciples are permitted by the Sect to teach them how the world of cultivation works. And Devor¡¯s case is quite unique and unfair, but the Sect cannot openly support him,¡± Leifu said humbly and respectfully.


    ¡°I feel the same,¡± the Sect Master responded, a faint smile still on his face. ¡°I¡¯m here to ask you to decide Devor¡¯s punishment.¡±


    ¡°Isn¡¯t that Hall Master Niubi¡¯s responsibility?¡± Leifu asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.


    ¡°Punishment must be given. However, who says it can¡¯t be turned into an opportunity for his growth?¡± The Sect Master maintained his graceful demeanor. ¡°You¡¯ve been observing the boy for the past few years. You know best what he needs to develop himself while being punished.¡±


    Leifu found the reasoning sound and bowed deeply. ¡°I understand, Sect Master.¡±


    The Sect Master turned his gaze toward Sorin. ¡°As for you, Sorin, your allowance for the next two months will be cut in half.¡±


    The Sect Master¡¯s words hit Sorin hard, but he maintained a professional demeanor, forcing a smile. ¡°Understood, Sect Master.¡±


    The Sect Master gave a slight nod, and with a gust of wind, his figure blurred and disappeared before them.


    After the Sect Master departed, Leifu offered a slight smile. ¡°You were bold to ask such a question. You know I care for Devor, but I still maintain a neutral stance on the Sect¡¯s decisions.¡±


    ¡°You knew the Sect Master was watching us?¡± Sorin said, clearly dissatisfied. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell me?¡±


    Leifu simply smiled without answering. It was Sorin¡¯s own fault for acting recklessly.


    Meanwhile, Leifu began contemplating a suitable punishment for Devor, ensuring it would also contribute to his growth without hindering his progress.

 Chapter 23 - Forged in the Flames

    "You¡¯ll be guarding this place for the next year."


    The cold, detached voice of the Punishment Hall disciple echoed like distant thunder, carrying an ominous weight. He stood at the edge of the crater, his dark silhouette stark against the molten glow of the volcano. The air was thick and oppressive, the heat wrapping around Devor like a suffocating blanket, while the sharp tang of sulfur stung his nostrils.


    Devor''s eyes drifted downward into the churning abyss of the volcano. Below, a swarm of Spiritual Beasts writhed through rivers of molten rock and shadow, their movements sinuous and tense, like predators poised to strike.


    "You¡¯ll be maintaining the formation here," the disciple continued, his tone flat but edged with a quiet menace. "If you fail..." He let the words hang, his gaze piercing as it locked onto Devor¡¯s. "Let¡¯s just say you¡¯ll regret it."


    Devor didn¡¯t flinch. He gave a silent nod, the weight of his punishment pressing down on him. The black robe he wore clung uncomfortably under the relentless sun, its heat bearing down on the jagged peak.


    The disciple sneered, a flicker of disdain crossing his face before he turned and strode away, leaving Devor alone on the perilous path.


    Devor stood still for a moment, lifting his gaze to the summit where the faint shimmer of the formation danced in the sunlight like a distant mirage.


    "A year..." he muttered, his voice low but steady. A faint, defiant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "That¡¯s nothing."


    With measured steps, he began his descent down the narrow, winding path carved into the cliffside, the sharp wind tugging at his robes. Below, tucked into the rock face, was a small cave¡ªhis dwelling for the next year. Yet to Devor, it felt more like a prison than a refuge.


    Devor stepped cautiously into the cave, his brows knitting together at the sight before him.


    "What... is this?" he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, echoing softly off the stone walls.


    The cave was far larger than it had seemed from the outside, stretching at least fifty square meters. A soft, natural light filtered through a crack in the ceiling, casting a gentle glow over the space. In the center, a mound of rich, dark soil rose about half a meter high, its surface faintly shimmering with spiritual energy.


    He knelt beside the mound, letting his fingers sink into the soil. It was surprisingly soft, almost unnaturally so, and pulsed faintly with life¡ªa clear sign it was ideal for cultivating Spiritual Plants.


    "This soil..." Devor murmured, grabbing a handful and letting it sift through his fingers. "It¡¯s perfect for growing Spiritual Plants."


    Rising to his feet, he cast a sharp gaze around the cave. The space was too precise, too deliberately arranged to be a natural formation. The ventilation kept the cave cool despite the volcanic heat outside, the soil radiated spiritual energy, and the steady stream of light was perfect for nurturing plants.


    A creeping unease settled in his chest.


    "This isn¡¯t just punishment," he muttered, his eyes narrowing. "It¡¯s... a test."


    He began to pace, his mind racing to piece together the puzzle. The sect had known¡ªof course, they¡¯d always known he was innocent. But the rules were unyielding, and someone had to take the fall. Still, this was far from the punishment he had anticipated.


    The fertile soil, the light, the cool air¡ªit all pointed to something far more deliberate.


    "The sect hasn¡¯t abandoned me," Devor murmured, his voice steady with newfound resolve. "They¡¯ve given me the tools to grow."


    He turned back to the mound of soil, his eyes hardening with determination. This wasn¡¯t just about guarding the formation. The sect had seen his potential, recognized his talent for cultivating Spiritual Plants. They had placed him here not as punishment, but as a challenge¡ªto refine his abilities and push him toward something greater.


    Devor crouched again, his fingers brushing over the soil¡¯s surface.


    "If this is their test," he whispered, a spark of defiance flickering in his eyes, "then I¡¯ll rise to the challenge. Let¡¯s see how far I can go in a year."If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Rising, he walked to the mouth of the cave, his gaze drifting to the smoldering abyss below. The Spiritual Beasts writhed and twisted in the molten rivers, their movements both mesmerizing and menacing. Above them, the formation shimmered faintly, a fragile barrier holding back the chaos.


    Devor clenched his fists, the weight of his task settling over him.


    "A year..." he repeated softly. "I¡¯ll endure. And I¡¯ll come out stronger."


    The distant rumble of the volcano echoed through the air as Devor stepped back into the cave, his mind already turning, crafting plans to turn this so-called punishment into an opportunity for growth.


    Devor let out a long, measured sigh, caught in a whirlwind of emotions¡ªrelief at the subtle support from the sect and simmering anger at the injustice of it all. The Azure Sky Sect, with its rigid rules and hypocritical traditions, somehow still left space for growth, even in punishment. Yet the blend of justice and unfairness weighed heavily on him, like an invisible chain binding him to his resentment.


    He crouched by the mound of fertile soil again, tracing its surface with care. "Alright," he murmured, his voice low but resolute. "If they want me to grow, I¡¯ll surpass anything they could have imagined."


    Scooping up a handful of soil, he let it crumble through his fingers, studying its texture, moisture, and the faint spiritual energy pulsing within. He reached deeper with his Qi, probing the soil¡¯s essence. A faint smile flickered across his lips, more grim determination than joy.


    "Beastbound Hollow, huh?" Devor muttered, his gaze drifting to the distant mouth of the volcano. A challenge lit his eyes as he whispered, "Let¡¯s see who leaves this place stronger."


    Though exiled to this forsaken crater, the sect hadn¡¯t left him defenseless. At his waist, a few cloth pouches held Cultivation Pills, Spirit Stones, and basic provisions. But the heaviest burden Devor carried wasn¡¯t the physical weight of supplies.


    His fingers absently traced the cool surface of the Spatial Ring on his finger. The faint shimmer of the ring caught the dim light filtering into the cave. Taking a deep breath, Devor closed his eyes and activated his Spiritual Sense, diving into the quiet, isolated space within.


    The Spatial Ring felt emptier than usual, its silent void echoing the hollow ache in Devor¡¯s chest. But then his gaze settled on what he was looking for. With a thought, a worn notebook materialized in his hand.


    Sitting cross-legged on the cool stone floor, Devor flipped through the pages, each one filled with meticulous notes¡ªyears of observations, formulas, and experiments carefully recorded.


    Reaching into the Spatial Ring again, he pulled out a small collection of seeds. The faint spiritual energy radiating from them filled the cave with a soft hum, like whispers of life waiting to be awakened. Devor carefully lined them up in front of him, his movements deliberate and precise, as though arranging the pieces of an intricate puzzle.


    "My earlier experiments showed promise," he murmured, his eyes narrowing as he examined the seeds. "Now, I have the time to perfect them."


    His fingers hovered over the seeds, lightly brushing each one as he mentally calculated their compatibility.


    "I¡¯ll need thirteen Yellow-Grade Seeds and two Earth-Grade Seeds," he whispered, his tone calm but sharp with focus.


    The formation he envisioned wasn¡¯t just a test of his abilities¡ªit was a critical step toward his ultimate goal. If successful, this experiment would create an environment capable of nurturing the elusive Sky-Grade Seeds.


    Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants were treasures coveted by cultivators for their rarity and immense power. Even a single successful harvest could elevate a cultivator¡¯s status within the sect¡ªor across the entire cultivation world.


    Devor¡¯s breath caught as he stared at the seeds, his mind racing.


    "I¡¯ve got 156 Yellow-Grade Seeds and 23 Earth-Grade Seeds," he muttered. "But less than half are compatible with what I need."


    His brow furrowed deeper. Trading would be the obvious solution, but his exile in Beastbound Hollow left him isolated. He clenched his fists, searching for alternatives.


    "I can¡¯t leave this place..." His eyes narrowed as a new thought sparked. "But others can come here."


    Yulin¡¯s words from before his exile echoed in his mind.


    "I¡¯ll visit you every month. If you need food or anything else, just ask."


    Devor sighed, the memory heavy in his chest. Thinking of Yulin and the others only deepened the guilt weighing on him.


    "Because of me..." he whispered, his voice trembling, "they suffered for something they didn¡¯t deserve."


    Wulin¡¯s image surfaced in his mind, and Devor¡¯s fists tightened, his nails digging into his palms.


    Wulin had trusted him, prepaying for an entire year¡¯s harvest. But Devor had failed to deliver. The payment had been partially refunded, yet a quarter of it had already been spent on Earth-Grade Seeds and cultivation materials.


    Devor shook his head bitterly. "I could live peacefully in this world," he said, his voice cold and resolute. "But others won¡¯t let me."


    He snapped the notebook shut, setting it down beside him. His gaze hardened as he stared into the flickering shadows at the cave¡¯s entrance.


    "Whoever the real culprit is..." Devor¡¯s chest rose and fell, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. "I¡¯ll make them pay. A hundredfold."


    His eyes drifted back to the seeds scattered before him. The hardships he had endured had etched one undeniable truth into his soul: his weaknesses had become weapons for others to exploit.


    "But not anymore," Devor whispered, a faint smirk forming on his lips. "They thought they could break me, but all they¡¯ve done is give me time to sharpen my edge."


    His gaze shifted to the mound of fertile soil, the seeds gleaming faintly in the dim light, and the formation diagrams etched in his notebook. Slowly, the pieces of his plan began to align.


    "This isn¡¯t just punishment," he muttered, his voice steady with quiet resolve. "This is my crucible. Let¡¯s see what kind of weapon emerges from the fire."


    The sound of his determination echoed softly in the empty cave as Devor began sketching the formation¡¯s outline in the soil. The faint glimmer of the seeds reflected his unwavering focus.


    He was no longer the naive cultivator they had targeted. This was the start of his transformation, forged in the heart of the volcano.

 Chapter 24 - Trial of the Hollow

    Devor knelt on the ground, his hand moving with deliberate care as he traced the formation. The viscous, crimson liquid shimmered faintly, seeping into the soil as if it belonged. The symbols pulsed softly, harmonizing with the raw energy of the surrounding land.


    From his Spatial Ring, Devor pulled out a Spirit Stone, its crystalline surface catching the dim light with a soft gleam. He placed it precisely in the center of the formation, his movements steady, every detail calculated down to the last millimeter.


    He took a deep breath, letting his spiritual energy flow as he activated the formation. The crimson lines flared to life, glowing with a vivid energy that spread outward in ripples. The Spirit Stone began to dissolve, releasing a stream of bluish-green light that coursed through the formation¡¯s veins like lifeblood.


    An energy barrier materialized almost instantly, enclosing Devor in a translucent dome that shimmered with an otherworldly glow. It felt solid, impenetrable, as though the rest of the world had been shut out completely.


    Satisfied, Devor reached into his Spatial Ring again, this time pulling out thirteen Yellow-Grade Seeds. Each one radiated a faint luminescence, their latent power almost tangible.


    With meticulous care, he began planting them. His fingers dug into the rich soil with precision, each movement controlled and deliberate. As he buried each seed, he could sense the dormant energy within them responding to his touch, like a quiet promise waiting to be fulfilled.


    When the last seed was in place, Devor settled into a cross-legged position at the center of the barrier. He closed his eyes, letting his breath even out as he prepared for the next step.


    Deep within, the five-colored spiritual energy unique to his Essence of Nature Cultivation Technique began to stir. It flowed outward, blending seamlessly with the surrounding soil in gentle, harmonious waves. Slowly, it seeped into the seeds, infusing them with a delicate balance of elements, coaxing them into life.


    Devor extended his Spiritual Sense, letting himself merge with the vibrations of the earth. He felt the subtle stirrings of life as roots began to push through the soil, their growth synchronized with the energy of the land.


    Minutes passed, each one stretching into what felt like an eternity. The instant the first root took hold, Devor let out a quiet breath, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.


    "They''ve taken root," he murmured to himself, his voice low, yet filled with quiet satisfaction. "Once these Yellow-Grade Plants hit three centimeters, I¡¯ll add the Earth-Grade Seeds to the formation."


    Patience, he reminded himself, was the foundation of true cultivation. Rushing the process would only lead to failure.


    Standing up, Devor tapped the edge of the formation, directing a precise flow of energy. A section of the shimmering barrier flickered and opened. He stepped out, leaving the protective dome behind.


    Outside the cave, his gaze shifted to a massive formation carved into the volcanic rock. Purple lines pulsed faintly, weaving into an intricate network of energy pathways that spiraled deep into the mountain¡¯s core.


    At the center of the formation, wisps of dark energy curled upward like smoke¡ªan ever-present reminder of the Spiritual Beast imprisoned far below.


    Devor pulled a scroll from his robe and unfurled it, carefully examining the diagram. It matched the formation in front of him down to the smallest detail, every line and stroke identical.


    "This is all they want?" Devor murmured, a frown tugging at his brow. "Just fix the fading patterns and redraw the lines? This feels more like busywork than punishment."


    The task seemed deceptively simple. But as Devor traced the formation with his eyes, a nagging sense of unease began to grow at the back of his mind.


    "Are they really punishing me?" he muttered, narrowing his gaze. "Or is there something else going on here?"


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    The first few days in Beastbound Hollow passed quietly. Devor split his time between tending to the seeds in his cave and carefully restoring the fading lines of the formation outside.


    But on the third day, something shifted.


    At first, it was subtle¡ªa faint weariness that seemed to seep into his bones, as if the mountain''s heavy atmosphere was slowly draining him. By nightfall, that unease had deepened into something far more unsettling.


    Sitting cross-legged in his cave, Devor attempted to meditate, but his mind felt clouded, as though sinking into a thick fog. His spiritual energy, normally steady and calm, was flickering erratically, disturbed by some unseen force.


    The once smooth flow of Qi within him now felt sluggish, as if an invisible hand had reached inside and was choking its movement.


    Meditation, usually his refuge, brought no comfort. Instead, it left him feeling hollow, as if his very essence were slowly draining away. Every time he tried to focus his Qi, a creeping coldness spread from his fingertips, winding its way inward, tightening around his chest.


    Devor opened his eyes, exhaling sharply. His breath fogged in the cold air, the dim light of the cave offering little warmth. His gaze stayed unfocused, lingering on the jagged stone walls.


    ¡°What... is happening to me?¡± he whispered, his voice thin and fragile in the suffocating silence. There was no physical pain, yet he felt something unraveling deep inside¡ªa gnawing emptiness, slow and creeping, like something was consuming him from within.


    By the fourth morning, the air in Beastbound Hollow had turned even harsher. Its chill didn¡¯t just bite at his skin; it seemed to penetrate deeper, seeping into his very soul. A dark unease wrapped around his mind, relentless and stifling. It wasn¡¯t just punishment anymore¡ªit felt like the mountain itself was suffocating him.


    Every step seemed heavier, his mind clouded with exhaustion and dread. When he tried to restore the formation lines outside, his hands shook uncontrollably, causing his brushstrokes to waver. His once-sharp focus was now lost, overtaken by a swarm of doubts and fears.


    ¡°Is this... the punishment?¡± Devor muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. ¡°Or is it this cursed place?¡±


    A constant stream of dark thoughts spun through his mind, draining his will. There were no predators, no visible threats, yet Beastbound Hollow itself felt like a predator¡ªsilent, patient, feeding on his spirit.


    That night, as the heavy darkness settled over the crater, Devor sat in the farthest corner of his cave, his knees drawn tightly to his chest.


    He tried to offer himself words of encouragement, the kind he''d repeated countless times before. But now, each word felt hollow, meaningless. The darkness seemed to press in on him, alive, breathing just beyond the cave¡¯s entrance.


    Devor shivered¡ªnot from the cold, but from the suffocating presence of the darkness, a formless weight that he couldn¡¯t escape.


    ¡°How long can I last here?¡± he whispered, his voice barely holding together. His gaze was fixed on the stone walls, searching for answers that weren¡¯t there.


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    By the seventh day, Devor was barely recognizable.


    Huddled in the same corner, his body trembled uncontrollably as he hugged his knees to his chest, burying his face in them. Fear had become his constant companion, gnawing at his mind, wearing away at his sanity.


    The tasks he''d once focused on¡ªthe Spiritual Plants he''d carefully tended¡ªhad faded from his thoughts. His world had shrunk to the confines of the cave, swallowed up by shadows both inside and out.


    Then, faint at first, the sound of footsteps echoed through the cavern.


    Devor flinched, a violent shudder coursing through him. His breath caught in his throat as he pressed deeper into the corner, his face hidden in his arms.


    The footsteps grew louder, closer, more deliberate.


    Ten seconds later, a figure appeared at the entrance of the cave. A man from the Punishment Hall Division stepped in, his black robes marked with the golden emblem of a dragon biting a sword.


    He stopped, his sharp eyes taking in the pitiful sight before him. "So this is all it takes," he muttered to himself, almost amused. "Just the Qi Refining Realm¡­ no wonder."


    He approached slowly, his movements deliberate and calm.


    Devor stiffened as the man knelt before him. A faint blue light began to glow from his palm, pulsing softly with controlled energy. Without a word, the man grabbed Devor by the collar and effortlessly lifted him off the ground.


    "W-wait!" Devor tried to speak, but his voice cracked, his fear choking him.


    Bang!


    The glowing palm slammed into Devor''s chest with a force that sent a jolt of searing pain through his body. His mouth opened in a silent scream as a dark mist spilled from him, swirling briefly before vanishing into the air.


    The moment the mist disappeared, clarity flooded back into Devor''s mind like water rushing through a dry riverbed. The oppressive fog that had consumed him for days lifted, leaving him gasping for air.


    The man released him, letting Devor fall unceremoniously onto the cold stone floor.


    Devor coughed violently, his hands gripping the cold ground as his trembling slowly eased. With each breath, his mind cleared, and the fog that had clouded his thoughts began to lift. The memories of the past days returned in pieces, like shards of broken glass slowly fitting back together.


    He looked up, his vision still blurry, and met the man¡¯s steady, unflinching gaze. The faint smirk on the man¡¯s face sent an uncomfortable shiver down Devor¡¯s spine.


    "Welcome to Beastbound Hollow," the man said, his voice cold, with an edge of mockery.


    Devor¡¯s heart sank. His expression darkened, and bitterness surged within him. The harsh reality of his punishment hit him like a blow to the chest¡ªthis place, this trial, was far more terrifying than he had ever imagined.

 Chapter 25 - Fractured Resolve, Rekindled Flame

    Two weeks had passed in the blink of an eye, slipping through time like sand through a sieve.


    Devor slumped weakly against the cold, uneven cave wall that had become both his prison and his refuge. His once-bright complexion had drained, leaving him pale and fragile, his breath shallow and erratic. The effects of Beastbound Hollow were etched on his body, each mark a grim reminder of the toll it had taken.


    "Thank you, Senior Aoyun," he murmured, his voice shaking, but there was sincerity in every word.


    Aoyun stood a few paces away, arms crossed, his posture unwavering and commanding. His sharp gaze swept over Devor with an air of quiet authority¡ªsteady, yet unrelenting.


    "Focus your heart and mind," Aoyun said, his voice calm but firm. "Don¡¯t let outside distractions sway you."


    Devor nodded, though the movement felt weak, almost like a reflex. "I¡¯ll remember," he responded, the words coming out more forced than he intended, though he meant them.


    Still, inside, his heart felt heavy.


    "How many times has he told me that?" Devor thought bitterly. "How many times have I been brought back from the edge, only to fall again?"


    Aoyun¡¯s gaze drifted to the far corner of the cave, where a soft bluish-green glow flickered behind an energy barrier. Beyond it, a carefully arranged array of Spiritual Plants thrived. Their gentle radiance stood in stark contrast to the suffocating gloom of the hollow, offering a small glimpse of serenity amidst the oppressive atmosphere.


    "Did your plan succeed?" Aoyun¡¯s voice cut through the silence, calm but probing. His sharp gaze locked onto the barrier.


    Devor leaned his head back against the wall, his tired eyes following Aoyun¡¯s gaze.


    "No," he admitted, his voice heavy with the bitterness of failure. A faint, wry smile tugged at his lips. "It looked promising at first, but in the end, I couldn''t get the Sky-Grade Seed to grow."


    He shifted his gaze to the field. Behind the shimmering barrier, thirteen Yellow-Grade Spiritual Plants and two Earth-Grade ones thrived, their lush growth a stark contrast to the hollow¡¯s oppressive atmosphere. But at the center of it all, the Sky-Grade Seedling stood¡ªlifeless, a hollow reminder of his failure.


    The once-vibrant sprout hung limp, its dried-out form the perfect symbol of his inadequacy.


    "Why not just sell it?" Aoyun¡¯s voice interrupted his spiraling thoughts.


    Devor blinked and looked at Aoyun, surprised. The older cultivator¡¯s tone was casual, but there was a flicker of disappointment in his eyes¡ªdisappointment that felt strangely more like shared frustration than judgment.


    "It¡¯s worth a fortune," Aoyun said, nodding toward the withered sprout. "But value only matters when someone can actually use it."


    Devor opened his mouth to reply, but the words wouldn¡¯t come. Aoyun¡¯s simple suggestion hit him harder than expected, lingering in the quiet corners of his mind.


    Why didn¡¯t I think of that?


    The thought lingered, weighing on him, bringing a mix of conflicting emotions. Devor clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. The pain grounded him, if only just a little.


    His gaze drifted back to the seedling, his mind replaying the countless hours he had poured into this field, into this craft. He had worked tirelessly, studying, experimenting, fine-tuning every detail of cultivating Spiritual Plants.


    "Selling it..." Devor muttered, frowning. "Wouldn''t that just be admitting failure? Giving up?"


    The Sky-Grade Seed wasn¡¯t just a gift¡ªit was a mark of trust from the Azure Sky Sect. They had recognized his potential, given him more responsibility, raised his quotas, and offered him opportunities most disciples could only dream of.


    For years, the seed had been a point of pride¡ªa symbol of his hard work and dedication. Selling it now would feel like admitting he wasn¡¯t worthy of the faith the Sect had placed in him.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    But now, as the seedling withered before his eyes, the painful truth hit him: his efforts had failed, and his body and spirit were cracking under the weight of the Hollow''s punishment.


    The burden of Beastbound Hollow was unrelenting, breaking him down bit by bit, forcing him to face the bitter reality: maybe his talents just weren¡¯t enough.


    Devor¡¯s hands shook as he stared at the lifeless sprout. A deep pit of dread and frustration twisted in his chest, threatening to swallow him whole.


    ¡°I¡­¡± Devor¡¯s voice wavered, and he swallowed hard, forcing the words out. ¡°I don¡¯t think I can give up on it. Not yet.¡±


    Aoyun raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanged. ¡°And why is that?¡±


    Devor stared down at his hands, rough and calloused from years of hard work. ¡°Because this is my path,¡± he said quietly, the words gaining strength as he spoke. ¡°If I sell it, I¡¯m not just letting go of a seed. I¡¯m giving up on the chance to forge my own way.¡±


    The silence hung between them, heavy. Devor let out a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping under the weight of the conversation.


    He turned back to the lifeless Sky-Grade Seedling, his jaw tightening. ¡°I¡¯m not done yet,¡± he murmured, voice low but resolute. ¡°I¡¯ll find a way¡­ even if it kills me.¡±


    A shiver ran through his body, his arms wrapping tightly around his knees as if he could hold in the invisible pain tearing at him. His breathing became shallow, his face drained of color, his eyes lost in some distant place.


    Aoyun¡¯s voice sliced through the tension, a mix of concern and frustration. ¡°What¡¯s going on with you?¡±


    His usual calmness faltered, panic flickering across his features. In a blur, he moved toward Devor, one hand reaching out to assess his condition.


    ¡°Devor! What¡¯s happening?!¡± Aoyun¡¯s voice was sharp now, the urgency clear.


    As one of the guardians assigned to watch over Beastbound Hollow, Aoyun knew failure wasn''t an option. If Devor fell to the madness of this place, it would reflect badly on him, too.


    Without thinking, Aoyun grabbed Devor by the collar and yanked him up. A surge of blue light flickered around his palm as he pressed it forcefully into Devor''s chest.


    Bang!


    Devor coughed violently, his body jerking from the impact. But this time, there was no dark mist escaping from his mouth. The negative Qi of Beastbound Hollow wasn''t the cause of his distress.


    Aoyun''s teeth clenched, his brow furrowing as he watched Devor''s trembling persist. His mind raced. He couldn''t afford to lose him now.


    Without hesitation, Aoyun struck again, his palm glowing even brighter with blue light.


    Bang!


    The tremors lessened, but didn''t stop. Devor''s breath remained shallow and uneven, his body still wracked with spasms.


    "Hold on!" Aoyun growled, his voice hardening with resolve. He struck again.


    Bang!


    This time, Devor''s body only quivered slightly. A flicker of hope sparked in Aoyun''s chest. His technique was working. He took a deep breath, focusing his Qi before delivering one final, forceful blow.


    Bang!


    Devor¡¯s trembling stopped completely. His body went limp, and Aoyun gently lowered him to the cold cave floor. For a moment, silence settled between them, broken only by the faint rustling of wind outside.


    Aoyun wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a quiet sigh of relief. But as he looked down at Devor, pale and still, something stirred within him¡ªsomething deeper than the physical.


    Inside Devor¡¯s mind, a voice whispered, sharp and relentless.


    "I¡¯ve been too arrogant."


    The words cut through him like a blade, shattering his pride. A flood of memories rushed in¡ªmoments of victory, praise, and recognition from the Sect. Now, each one felt hollow, stained by his overinflated sense of self-worth.


    The Sky-Grade Seed had been a gift, a symbol of his potential. But now, it felt like a burden, a constant reminder of the expectations he had failed to meet.


    ¡°This seed¡­¡± Devor¡¯s thoughts wandered, clouded by regret. ¡°It¡¯s not just a tool. It¡¯s a mirror showing how far I¡¯ve fallen. I¡¯ve been reckless¡ªtoo blinded by ambition to see the truth.¡±


    He thought back to the ever-growing demands from the Sect¡ªthe extra fields, the higher quotas, the impossible tasks. He had seen them as signs of trust, of recognition. But now, he understood them for what they really were: a test he wasn¡¯t ready for.


    "I need to stop chasing what¡¯s beyond me," he thought bitterly. "If I keep forcing things, I¡¯ll lose more than just my progress. I¡¯ll lose myself."


    As clarity settled in, the weight in Devor¡¯s chest began to lift. Slowly, the frustration and despair that had gripped him for weeks started to fade, replaced by a quiet sense of resolve.


    "I can¡¯t control everything. But I can rebuild. Piece by piece."


    Devor¡¯s eyes fluttered open, and the dim light of the cave slowly came into focus. The cold stone beneath him anchored him to the present. Above him, Aoyun stood with his arms crossed, a mix of relief and irritation on his face.


    Devor glared weakly at him. ¡°You hit me for no reason!¡± he snapped, his voice rough.


    Aoyun raised an eyebrow, his expression darkening. ¡°No reason? If I hadn¡¯t done that, you¡¯d probably be drooling in a corner right now, lost to madness!¡±


    Devor huffed and turned his gaze away. ¡°Still¡­¡± he muttered, though he knew deep down that Aoyun had likely saved him.


    Suppressing the ache in his chest, Devor shifted slightly, wincing as he tried to sit up. His voice softened, though a hint of bitterness lingered. ¡°Can you send a message to Yulin? Tell her I need to see her.¡±


    Aoyun snorted and rolled his eyes. ¡°Do it yourself,¡± he replied flatly. ¡°My job here is done. I¡¯ll check on you next week.¡±


    Without waiting for a reply, Aoyun turned and strode toward the cave entrance.


    Devor watched him go, a faint, bitter smile curling at the corners of his lips.


    ¡°He holds grudges easily, doesn¡¯t he?¡±


    As the cave settled into silence once more, Devor exhaled deeply, leaning his head back against the cold wall. His body ached, and his spirit felt fragile, but his mind was clearer than it had been in weeks.


    For the first time since arriving in Beastbound Hollow, Devor felt a flicker of hope. It wasn¡¯t much, but it was enough.


    "Rebuild. Piece by piece," he whispered, his resolve firming up like steel.

 Chapter 26 - Whispers Beneath the Spiritual Garden

    In the heart of the Spiritual Garden, a sacred space crucial to the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s resources, Forly moved with quiet precision. Kneeling in front of one of the lush, five-hundred-square-meter plots, his hands glided expertly over the leaves and stems, his eyes sharp with focus. Every movement echoed the lessons of his former mentor, Devor¡ªteachings so ingrained in him that it felt as if Devor¡¯s voice still whispered through the rustling plants.


    The garden had suffered through calamity, but now it thrived with renewed life. Thanks to the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s wealth and its skilled cultivators, the once-damaged plants had been carefully restored. They swayed gently in the breeze, radiating a calming aura of spiritual energy that seemed to breathe life back into the surroundings.


    Forly crouched beside a particularly delicate plant, its aura flickering faintly. His face softened with a mix of tenderness and resolve as he examined its fragile stem. After a careful inspection, he reached into the cloth pouch tied to his waist and sprinkled a pinch of blue powder onto the soil beneath it. The change was almost instant¡ªan invigorating burst of Qi surged through the plant, its aura stabilizing and glowing faintly.


    "That should do it," Forly murmured, brushing the excess powder from his hands. He stood up and surveyed the garden, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. The field was thriving again, a testament to the hard work that had gone into its recovery.


    Turning toward the exit, Forly adjusted the hem of his simple white robe. "The sect¡¯s monthly stipend and rations should be arriving today," he reminded himself, making his way toward the Resource Pavilion.


    The path from the garden wound through the lively outer sections of the sect. Forly passed groups of Outer Disciples in their distinctive robes, their laughter and chatter filling the air. He stole a glance at them, his heart stirring with both admiration and longing.


    "Outer Disciples..." Forly thought, a heavy sigh escaping him. "I''m still too far behind to ever reach their level."


    As a Nameless Disciple, Forly knew exactly where he stood in the sect¡¯s hierarchy. His talent was limited, his cultivation stagnant. Unlike Devor, who had defied all odds to rise above his beginnings, Forly remained stuck in mediocrity.


    The thought of Devor brought another sigh to his lips. Since Devor¡¯s punishment, the atmosphere in the Spiritual Garden had shifted. What was once a place of vibrant camaraderie had turned cold and quiet. The apprentices who had once shared knowledge and laughter under Devor¡¯s leadership now worked in isolated silence, the unity that had once defined them all but gone.


    Before Devor, Forly had been assigned to Liara¡¯s team. She was competent enough, but her approach felt mechanical¡ªassigning tasks and teaching only the bare essentials of Spiritual Farming. There was no depth to her guidance, no real understanding of the delicate relationship between each plant and the energy surrounding them. Devor, however, had taught with passion, explaining every plant''s unique traits as though they were old friends.


    Forly shook his head, pushing the memories aside as he neared the Resource Pavilion. The grand, intricately designed building was alive with activity. Disciples stood in orderly lines, each waiting to collect their monthly rations and stipends.


    Forly joined the line and waited quietly, his mind drifting again. In the past, he had often collected Devor¡¯s share of the rations along with his own, making sure his mentor had what he needed, even in his absence. But now, with Devor¡¯s punishment, there was only his own portion to carry back.


    When his turn came, he took the small pouch handed to him by the pavilion attendant. It felt heavier than usual in his hand, even though it hadn¡¯t changed in weight.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.


    Stepping outside, Forly gazed toward the horizon. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the sect grounds. "Will I ever leave a mark like Devor?" he wondered quietly, the question settling in his chest like an unanswered prayer.


    As he walked down the path, his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a familiar figure in the distance. A flash of dark hair, a confident stride¡ªhe recognized her instantly.


    "Huh? Liyu?" he called out, his voice uncertain.


    Liyu paused, turning toward Forly as her name echoed through the bustling sect. For a brief moment, her expression faltered, but she quickly masked her unease with a warm smile. "Forly? It¡¯s been a while. How have you been?"


    "I¡¯m doing well!" Forly replied, his face lighting up as he stepped closer. "I¡¯ve been assigned my own spiritual field in the garden. But I looked for you there recently and couldn¡¯t find you."


    Liyu hesitated, briefly glancing away before responding, her tone cautious. "I... I''m not working there anymore. I¡¯ve started helping out in the Alchemy Hall, assisting one of the Outer Disciples."


    "The Alchemy Hall? That''s amazing!" Forly exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Spiritual Farming and Alchemy share a lot of similar principles. I bet you''re doing great there!"


    His gaze shifted to the herbal emblem embroidered on her robe, the symbol marking her new role. "Wait... have you become a Nameless Disciple?"


    Liyu, who had once been an Apprentice under Devor¡¯s guidance, nodded quietly. "I guess I''ve been lucky," she said, her smile soft, but distant.


    As they walked side by side, Forly eagerly reminisced about their days in the Spiritual Garden under Devor. He spoke animatedly about the lessons they had learned and the camaraderie they¡¯d shared, but Liyu¡¯s responses remained brief, her enthusiasm noticeably absent. Her gaze often drifted, unfocused, toward the horizon.


    "I''ve reached Stage-6 Qi Refining," Liyu said after a moment, a hint of pride in her voice. "That''s how I earned my promotion to Nameless Disciple."


    Forly''s face brightened with genuine happiness. "That''s incredible! Definitely worth celebrating! You¡¯ve worked so hard for that."


    Liyu''s fingers brushed the small pendant hanging from her neck, her hand resting lightly on it. The pendant shimmered faintly in the sunlight. "Honestly, I wouldn¡¯t have made such quick progress without this," she said, her voice tinged with excitement. "It¡¯s the Azure Spirit Pendant. It helps stabilize energy and boosts absorption during cultivation."


    Forly eyed the pendant with growing curiosity. "The Azure Spirit Pendant? That''s a remarkable artifact. It must''ve cost a fortune."


    Liyu¡¯s lips curled into a faint, proud smile. "My family sent it to me. They wanted to support my progress here in the sect."


    Forly nodded, but a wave of unease settled in his chest. The Azure Spirit Pendant was well-known for its effectiveness, but its cost was far beyond what most disciples could afford¡ªeven with family support.


    After a few more minutes of polite conversation, they reached a crossroads. Liyu smiled and waved before walking off, her figure blending into the crowd of disciples moving across the sect grounds.


    Forly stood still, watching her fade into the distance. There was something about their conversation that didn¡¯t sit right with him¡ªa subtle, nagging feeling he couldn¡¯t shake.


    His gaze then landed on the sword hanging at Liyu¡¯s waist. It was sleek and elegant, but what caught his attention was the hilt, etched with intricate patterns that immediately sent a jolt of recognition through him.


    "A Mystic Armament sword?" he murmured, frowning.


    Mystic Armament was a well-known forge, famous for crafting weapons of exceptional durability. While their swords weren¡¯t the most powerful, their craftsmanship was second to none. However, their steep prices made them prized possessions for the elite. For a Nameless Disciple¡ªor even an Outer Disciple¡ªthe cost of such a weapon was out of reach.


    Forly¡¯s mind raced as he pieced together the details. A pendant from her family, a Mystic Armament sword, and a rapid rise in cultivation¡­ Everything seemed to align a little too perfectly, almost as if there were unseen forces pushing Liyu¡¯s progress.


    The faint smile she had worn throughout their conversation replayed in his mind. Now, it seemed less sincere, as though there was something she was hiding beneath the surface.


    Unease gnawed at Forly. He focused on the intricate pattern of the sword¡¯s hilt, committing it to memory.


    "I need to confirm this," he whispered to himself, his voice steady as determination began to replace the doubt. If that sword really came from Mystic Armament, there was more to Liyu¡¯s story than she was letting on.


    As the sun sank lower in the sky, Forly turned and quickened his pace. There had to be an answer somewhere¡ªand he was going to find it.

 Chapter 27 - The Weight of a Decision

    Beastbound Hollow. Hidden deep within the crater of an ancient, long-dormant volcano, the cave was shrouded in an unsettling stillness. Only the faint crackle of energy emanating from the intricate markings on the stone walls broke the silence. Devor and Yulin sat across from one another, the tension between them thick with emotions left unspoken.


    "Are you really sure about this?" Yulin asked, her gaze lingering on the nine black boxes laid out between them.


    Devor took a slow breath, his fingers grazing the cool stone beneath him. The weight of his decision pressed down on him, but his resolve was unwavering.


    "I''m sure," he said, his voice steady, though it barely masked the turmoil inside. "Senior Sister, sell four of the seeds for Spirit Stones. Use the rest to get the Earth-Grade Seeds I told you about."


    Yulin scrutinized him, her sharp eyes searching for any trace of doubt. She knew how much this meant to him¡ªthe countless nights he¡¯d spent in the garden, obsessively trying to turn the impossible into something real.


    "Alright," she finally replied, her voice gentle, yet tinged with hesitation. With careful hands, she gathered the black boxes, sliding them into her Spatial Ring. "The sect gives a fair trade, as long as they¡¯ve got the stock. But... are you really okay with this?"


    "Thank you, Senior Sister," Devor said, his tone steady as he brushed aside her concern. "I¡¯m sure about this." His words were sincere, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of regret that he couldn¡¯t quite suppress.


    Yulin¡¯s expression softened, but her worry remained. To her, Devor wasn¡¯t just another disciple. He was family¡ªstubborn and brilliant, but so often blind to his own flaws.


    "About that Sword Technique you were thinking about," Yulin said, her tone shifting to something more serious. "I¡¯d recommend pairing it with a Body Refining Technique. Strengthening your body will make your swordsmanship much more effective."


    Devor frowned and crossed his arms, mulling over her suggestion. "I¡¯d rather focus on one thing at a time," he said after a pause. "Once I¡¯ve got the basics of the Sword Technique down, I¡¯ll think about Body Refining."


    Yulin''s eyes sharpened, her patience clearly wearing thin. "That¡¯s a mistake," she said, her voice firm and direct. She leaned forward, her brows drawn in with the weight of experience. "Sword training does help strengthen your body, but only a little. If you combine it with Body Refining, the benefits double. The two techniques work together, not against each other."


    Devor opened his mouth to argue, but hesitated. Her words were logical, and he couldn¡¯t ignore the sense in them.


    "I¡¯ll bring you a Body Refining Technique next time we meet," Yulin continued, her tone leaving no room for discussion. "You¡¯ve got great potential, Devor, but you¡¯re too absorbed in your Spiritual Plants. You forget that strength is the foundation of survival in the cultivation world."


    Devor sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew she was right, even if he didn¡¯t like hearing it.


    "Without real power, how are you going to protect what you¡¯ve got?" Yulin pressed, her voice a mix of frustration and concern. "Do you think I study Alchemy and Martial Arts just for fun? No. I do it because being a one-dimensional cultivator is asking for trouble."


    Devor lowered his head, a flicker of shame crossing his face.


    Yulin noticed but didn¡¯t relent. She had held back for too long, but after everything that had happened to him, she couldn¡¯t stay quiet anymore.


    "Being a Spiritual Farmer is important, I get that," she said, her voice softening but still firm. "But it doesn¡¯t really build your strength. It¡¯s one of the weakest paths for a cultivator. That¡¯s why so few people take it seriously. It¡¯s useful, sure, but it won¡¯t save you when things get rough."A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    Her words hit Devor like a physical blow. He¡¯d always prided himself on his work as a Spiritual Farmer, on his ability to nurture life and create thriving ecosystems. But now, hearing her harsh truths, he couldn¡¯t deny the weaknesses in his approach.


    In the world of cultivation, Spiritual Farmers were essential for providing resources¡ªraw materials for alchemy, formations, and more. But their contributions often went unnoticed compared to the power and prestige of Alchemists, Combat Specialists, and others who commanded respect.


    Devor clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. Yulin¡¯s words hurt, but he knew they came from a place of care, not malice.


    "I understand," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I¡¯ll think about what you¡¯ve said."


    "You¡¯d better," Yulin responded, though her tone had softened. She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. "I¡¯m saying this because I believe in you. Don¡¯t waste your potential by limiting yourself."


    Devor nodded slowly, meeting Yulin''s gaze with renewed resolve. "I won¡¯t forget. I¡¯ll figure it out, Senior Sister."


    When compared to fields like Alchemy, which refined a cultivator''s control over energy, or Forging, which built their physical strength, Spiritual Farming was undeniably limited. It might offer a slight boost to energy control, but the gains were so minimal that they hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things.


    "In the end, the cultivation world is all about real power," Yulin said, her voice sharp and unyielding. "Even if, by some miracle, you managed to become a Sage through farming alone, a stronger cultivator could take everything you''ve built with a single blow."


    Her words struck Devor like a cold gust of wind. The bluntness of her tone cut deeper than he expected. Yulin, who had always spoken with warmth and compassion, now seemed distant, almost indifferent. It wasn¡¯t her anger that unsettled him¡ªit was the raw truth in what she said.


    Yulin, who had once shielded him from the harsher sides of cultivation, was no longer pulling punches. She wasn¡¯t going to coddle him anymore. If he kept following his current path, he¡¯d be crushed by the unforgiving world of cultivators.


    "What will you do when you face an enemy? If you get the chance to strike first, where would you aim?" Yulin demanded, her sharp gaze never leaving him.


    Devor hesitated, his mind racing for an answer, but every response he came up with was met by a disapproving frown or a shake of her head.


    "Wrong!" Yulin snapped, her voice sharp. "You don¡¯t hesitate. You don¡¯t overthink. You strike where it hurts the most¡ªwhere your enemy is weakest. That¡¯s how you survive!"


    Her words stung, not out of cruelty, but because they exposed how naive Devor had been. For almost an hour, Yulin tore through his defenses, pointing out his flaws, his blind spots, and the uncomfortable truths he had avoided for far too long.


    To Devor, it felt like being thrown into a storm with no shelter. But for Yulin, this was necessary. She had held her frustrations inside for far too long. Her words weren¡¯t meant to break him¡ªthey were meant to wake him up.


    When Yulin finally finished, her expression softened. She exhaled deeply, her shoulders relaxing. A rare, genuine smile crossed her face, a sharp contrast to the intensity of her earlier tone.


    Devor blinked, confused. Was that... relief? Had he just become her emotional outlet?


    What he didn¡¯t know was that Yulin had been deeply worried. For weeks, she had watched as Devor seemed trapped in his routines, pouring all his energy into Spiritual Farming and neglecting the broader path of cultivation. When she saw the perfectly maintained Spiritual Land in his cave, her fears only grew.


    To her, it felt like the sect wasn¡¯t pushing him hard enough, letting him stay stagnant. But when Devor asked her to bring him sword techniques and foundational knowledge, something in her shifted.


    He was moving forward. Slowly, maybe hesitantly, but he was taking steps to leave his past behind and embrace the path of a true cultivator.


    That simple realization lifted a weight from Yulin¡¯s chest.


    "I¡¯ll return in a month," she said, her voice softer now. "Don¡¯t waste this chance, Devor."


    As Yulin walked out of the cave, Devor stayed seated, his gaze lingering on the now-quiet entrance. A warmth spread through his chest¡ªunfamiliar but comforting. It was the warmth of care, of family. Something he hadn¡¯t felt in a long time.


    He rubbed his nose, blinking away the sudden moisture in his eyes.


    After a moment, he turned his attention to the pile of scrolls and manuals Yulin had left behind. Among them was the Sword Technique manual she had spoken of so passionately.


    "If I want to survive¡­ if I want to protect what¡¯s mine... I need power," Devor muttered to himself, his voice quiet but filled with resolve.


    With new determination, he opened the manual and began reading, absorbing every word with intense focus.


    Unbeknownst to him, as he studied, his Ultimate Comprehension ability quietly advanced to level three, subtly enhancing his understanding.

 Chapter 28 -The Art of Sweat Evaporation and Unexpected Lessons

    [Name: Devor Li]


    [Gender: Male]


    [Age: 16/125]


    [Cultivation: Stage-6 Qi Refining Realm]


    [Spiritual Energy: 856/856]


    [Spiritual Root: Five-Color Root]


    [Knowledge: 144 Books]


    [Enlightenment Realm (Points): 17/100 (to access)]


    [Ability: Ultimate Synthesis, Attribute Analyzer, Ultimate Comprehension (Lv3)]


    "When did my Ultimate Comprehension reach level three?" Devor muttered, his eyes widening in surprise.


    He was slumped against the jagged stone wall of the cave he had made his home. His black robe hung loosely around his waist, exposing a sweat-soaked torso from hours of grueling training. Next to him, his simple black sword rested against the stone, its edge faintly glowing¡ªa quiet testament to his progress.


    Devor didn¡¯t usually bother checking his profile. In his mind, there was no need¡ªhis attributes rarely changed in any noticeable way. But now, the revelation hit him with a sharp, unexpected clarity.


    "So that¡¯s why I¡¯ve been picking up these sword techniques so fast," he murmured, absently running his fingers along the hilt of his weapon.


    It had been a week since Yulin¡¯s visit. Since then, Devor had thrown himself into sword training, drilling each move into his muscles through repetition. His focus had never wavered, driven by the sting of Yulin¡¯s sharp words still echoing in his mind.


    It wasn¡¯t just the sword that occupied Devor¡¯s time. The small garden he had carefully cultivated within the confines of his cave was thriving, its spiritual plants glowing softly with vibrant energy, their pulses in quiet harmony. There was a strange comfort in watching them grow, a rare moment of peace in the midst of his relentless training.


    A simple barrier formation surrounded the garden, maintaining the delicate balance of its self-sustaining ecosystem. While the sunlight and soil were enough, the cave¡¯s limited space made things challenging. But Devor, ever meticulous, had found ways to make it work.


    As his thoughts drifted back to his training, the soft sound of approaching footsteps snapped him out of his reverie.


    "It¡¯s been a week... He¡¯s bound to show up again," Devor muttered, closing the system interface with a thought. He turned his gaze toward the cave entrance.


    As expected, a moment later, Aoyun appeared.


    Aoyun¡¯s sharp eyes scanned the cave, his expression neutral at first. But it didn¡¯t take long before his nose wrinkled, and a look of pure disgust spread across his face.


    "What¡¯s that smell?" Aoyun snapped, glaring at Devor as if he had uncovered something unspeakable.


    Devor tilted his head, confused. "I¡¯ve been training," he said simply. "It¡¯s probably just sweat. It''s built up over the last few days."


    Aoyun recoiled, his face twisting in horror. "Sweat? Built up? Why haven¡¯t you burned it off with your spiritual energy?!"


    Devor blinked, his expression blank. "Burn it off? What do you mean?"


    The air between them went still. Aoyun¡¯s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. For a moment, he just stared at Devor, as if trying to figure out whether this was some kind of bad joke or genuine ignorance.


    "Are you really a disciple of the Azure Sky Sect?" Aoyun finally demanded, his voice laced with disbelief. "Burning sweat off with spiritual energy is one of the most basic techniques a cultivator should know!"Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!


    Devor scratched the back of his head, letting out an awkward chuckle. "I... uh... guess I missed that lesson."


    Aoyun¡¯s disbelief deepened, quickly turning to exasperation. "Missed that lesson?" he repeated, his voice dripping with incredulity. "Even rogue cultivators in the wilderness know how to stay clean!"


    With a frustrated sigh, Aoyun waved his hand sharply. A stream of brilliant blue spiritual energy shot from his palm, crackling like fire as it spread through the cave.


    Devor watched, wide-eyed, as the energy swirled around him, consuming the grime and sweat that had accumulated over days. For a brief moment, the air was thick with the scent of smoke before it was replaced by a crisp, fresh aroma.


    In just seconds, the cave was spotless.


    "If you weren¡¯t being punished by the Sect, I¡¯d almost think you were a spy trying to embarrass us," Aoyun muttered, folding his arms and glaring at Devor.


    Devor stayed silent, his face a mix of embarrassment and reluctant admiration.


    Aoyun wasn¡¯t finished yet. "No, scratch that. Even a beginner cultivator wouldn¡¯t be this clueless! Not knowing how to burn off sweat? You nearly knocked me out with that stench!"


    Devor¡¯s lips twitched. He wanted to argue, but the truth hit too hard¡ªAoyun was right.


    "Thanks for the lesson, Senior," he said, bowing his head slightly.


    Aoyun snorted, unimpressed. "Lesson? That wasn¡¯t a lesson, that was a mercy. Take care of yourself, or you¡¯ll make the Sect look even worse!"


    Devor hesitated for a moment, but finally gathered the courage to ask.


    "How did you do that?" His tone was sincere, with no trace of sarcasm. His wide-eyed curiosity was unmistakable. If it was such a basic technique, it could be useful for more than just keeping himself clean.


    Aoyun rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. "It¡¯s simple. Coat your body in spiritual energy, then heat it up to burn off the sweat."


    Devor nodded eagerly. Without a second thought, he focused, summoning a thin layer of blue spiritual energy to surround his body. He followed Aoyun¡¯s instructions, gradually heating the energy.


    At first, it felt like a gentle, warm breeze brushing against his skin. The sweat began to evaporate, and for a brief moment, Devor thought he had it figured out.


    But that moment didn¡¯t last.


    The gentle warmth quickly escalated into an unbearable heat, searing his skin like molten iron. A sharp, stinging pain spread across his body, and his flesh flushed an alarming red.


    "Ah! Damn, this is way too hot!" Devor yelped, flinching as he frantically dispelled the spiritual energy.


    His body felt like it had been thrown into a boiling cauldron. Panicking, he scrambled to his feet and grabbed a water flask from his Spatial Ring. He poured the cool liquid over his scorched skin, sighing in relief as the burning sensation eased.


    Still panting from the ordeal, Devor looked up, only to find Aoyun standing there with a smug grin on his face.


    "You tricked me!" Devor growled, glaring at Aoyun with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.


    "Tricked you?" Aoyun¡¯s voice oozed sarcasm as he crossed his arms. "I never said to burn yourself alive. You managed that all on your own."


    He shrugged casually, clearly enjoying Devor¡¯s discomfort.


    Devor could only sigh in exasperation. As much as he wanted to blame Aoyun, he knew the mistake was his own. The instructions had been vague, but his overzealousness had turned a simple lesson into a painful blunder.


    As the heat finally subsided, Devor rubbed his skin, the faint redness still lingering.


    "The effects of Beastbound Hollow don¡¯t bother you anymore?" Aoyun asked suddenly, his voice flat but with an edge of curiosity.


    Devor paused, then nodded. "It¡¯s still there, but I¡¯ve learned to manage it," he replied, inspecting his arms. "Meditation helps clear my mind and gradually reduces its grip."


    Since shifting his focus to his cultivation, the oppressive weight of Beastbound Hollow had stopped overwhelming him. Through discipline and mental strength, he¡¯d found a way to push back against its creeping darkness.


    Aoyun watched him for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Good. In that case, my work here is done for the day."


    Without waiting for a reply, Aoyun turned and walked out of the cave.


    Devor exhaled, watching Aoyun¡¯s retreating figure disappear into the distance. "Weird guy," he muttered under his breath.


    Aoyun was a strange one. His stern demeanor often clashed with his unpredictable temper, creating a personality that left Devor shaking his head in confusion. But he didn¡¯t dwell on it for long.


    Shaking his head, Devor turned his attention to his small garden. The spiritual plants inside the protective barrier were flourishing, their vibrant energy radiating a calming aura.


    "Time to cultivate," he murmured to himself.


    He stepped into the energy barrier, sealing it behind him before settling cross-legged in the center of the garden. As he closed his eyes, the air around him seemed to grow still.


    Activating the cultivation technique he had perfected, Devor began drawing in the unique Qi from the spiritual plants. The energy flowed through him like a calm river, washing away the fatigue and tension that had accumulated over time.


    A deep sense of tranquility settled over him, and the world outside seemed to disappear. In his garden, surrounded by the life he had carefully nurtured, Devor felt an uncommon peace¡ªa rare moment when he could simply be himself.


    For now, the weight of Beastbound Hollow and the uncertainties of the cultivation world could wait.


    Here, in this small sanctuary, the only thing that mattered was growth.

 Chapter 29 - Harmonizing the Spiritual Root

    In the days that followed, Devor stuck to a strict routine. Each morning, he completed his assigned tasks, then moved on to intense sword practice, and finished the day with quiet study. During the rare moments of free time, he would delve into the Ultimate Synthesis abilities, deepening his understanding of Qi and cultivation.


    Despite the physical strain of his relentless schedule, meditation became his refuge¡ªa stillness that replaced the sleep he seldom needed.


    Driven by an unwavering determination, he focused on strengthening the weaker aspects of his cultivation, always preparing for the uncertain future that loomed ahead.


    At night, Devor would retreat to the center of his small garden. The Spiritual Plants around him emitted a faint glow, their vibrant colors casting soft, shifting hues on the cave walls. The air was filled with the fresh scent of leaves and blossoming life, a gentle reminder of the energy pulsing all around him.


    Sitting cross-legged, he took a deep breath, allowing the tranquility of the moment to sink deep into his soul.


    With his eyes closed, Devor activated the Essence of Nature Technique¡ªa cultivation method he had honed through countless failures. Each misstep had peeled away his misconceptions, refining the technique into something truly his own.


    The Essence of Nature Technique was more than just a cultivation method; it was Devor''s lifeline. It helped him overcome the inherent flaws of his five-colored Spiritual Root¡ªa root that once seemed as rigid and unyielding as stone.


    As Devor focused his mind, the Qi in the air seemed to stir, responding to his presence. The energy radiating from the Spiritual Plants swirled like shimmering mist, drawn toward him by an unseen, gentle force.


    The five-colored Qi coalesced into thin, luminous strands, forming intricate whirlpools that spiraled into his body through his pores. The sensation was like morning dew on his skin¡ªrefreshing, yet brimming with untapped power.


    Inside him, the Qi flowed through carefully forged meridians, converging at his five-colored Spiritual Root. This root had once been a formidable obstacle¡ªunyielding and stubborn, absorbing energy at an agonizingly slow pace.


    But now, with each pulse of the Essence of Nature Technique, the Qi gradually softened the once-stubborn root, like water wearing down stone. Over time, its impenetrable surface became pliant and receptive, drawing in energy with increasing ease.


    A faint smile tugged at Devor¡¯s lips as he felt the transformation within.


    ¡°It¡¯s working,¡± he thought, satisfaction warming his heart.


    The technique had surpassed his expectations. He no longer depended on Cultivation Pills, which his Spiritual Root had struggled to absorb. Instead, this method provided a steady, harmonious flow of energy that nourished his body and mind alike, and softened his Spiritual Root to absorb energy more easily.


    The Qi he absorbed carried the unique essence of the Spiritual Plants around him, each color playing a distinct role in harmonizing his energy:


    ? The red Qi brought warmth and vigor.


    ? The green Qi calmed him, steadying his emotions.


    ? The blue Qi offered tranquility, easing the flow of energy through his body.


    ? The yellow Qi grounded him, providing stability amidst the chaos of cultivation.


    ? And the white Qi carried a mysterious vitality, invigorating his very spirit.


    The Spiritual Plants around Devor began to wilt slightly, their vibrant colors dimming, but they didn¡¯t wither completely. It was as if the plants understood his purpose, willingly offering their energy to support something greater.


    Devor remained motionless, refining the energy circulating within him. Every ounce of his focus was dedicated to softening his Spiritual Root further. This wasn¡¯t just practice¡ªit was experimentation. He was constantly pushing the limits of his technique, exploring new possibilities.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    Through trial and error, he had discovered the perfect balance.


    The Qi he drew from his surroundings couldn¡¯t match the sheer volume provided by the Cultivation Pills, but it suited his body far better. It worked gently, steadily tempering his Spiritual Roots without overburdening them. This method allowed him to progress without jeopardizing the stability of his Spiritual Plant or his cultivation¡ªa delicate balance, but one that was crucial for his growth.


    Inside his body, the swirling energy condensed, emitting a soft, golden glow. However, as the golden energy reached its peak, the softening effect on his Spiritual Root began to wane. Slowly, Devor opened his eyes and extended his palms. Fine golden dust poured from his hands like shimmering stardust, gently scattering across the garden.


    The golden powder settled on the Spiritual Plants, enriching the Spiritual Soil. Moments later, the wilted plants seemed revitalized, their leaves quivering as newfound vitality surged through them. They began absorbing natural energy from the air at an accelerated pace, their radiant aura growing stronger with each passing moment.


    Devor watched the transformation with a satisfied smile. "Better than I expected," he murmured. "Not only are they thriving, but their condition has improved beyond what I¡¯d hoped."


    The Essence of Nature Technique, a rare cultivation method favored by Spiritual Farmers, was designed to harmonize with plant energy. It allowed cultivators to draw Qi from Spiritual Plants to enhance their own strength, treating the plants like living Cultivation Pills.


    The technique had two key components:


    1. Absorbing energy from the plants to nourish the cultivator¡¯s Spiritual Qi.


    2. Refining and returning that energy to nurture the plants, creating a symbiotic relationship.


    Most practitioners focused solely on the first step¡ªdraining the plants¡¯ energy for their own gain, leaving the plants weakened and struggling. High-level cultivators, especially Spiritual Farmers, approached it differently. Their priority wasn¡¯t personal advancement but the well-being of their fields. They refined the Qi and returned it to the plants, keeping them healthy and thriving without needing to absorb the energy themselves.


    Devor, however, took it a step further. He didn¡¯t just refine and return the energy¡ªhe transformed it into a purer form, softened his Spiritual Root, and fed it back into the plants. This created a harmonious cycle, where both he and the plants benefited and thrived together. His unique method of balancing cultivation with the care of the environment set him apart, forging a deep connection with the Spiritual Plants he nurtured.


    Content with his progress, Devor reached into his Spatial Ring and retrieved a small bottle of Cultivation Pills. Without hesitation, he popped one into his mouth and closed his eyes.


    A cool, refreshing energy flowed through his body like a gentle stream, converging at his newly softened Spiritual Root. Unlike before, when his root struggled to absorb such energy, it now eagerly drew in the Qi, consuming it with newfound efficiency.


    Devor swallowed a second pill, then a third, each one flooding his body with more energy than the last. By the time he took the fifth, he felt saturated, his body brimming with raw Spiritual Qi. He paused, taking deep, steadying breaths as the energy settled within him.


    "The next step," he thought, "is to channel this power and strengthen my foundation."


    In the Qi Refining Realm, a cultivator¡¯s strength was symbolized by a Spiritual Qi Pond. Its depth reflected their cultivation progress, with every ten meters marking a significant breakthrough.


    Closing his eyes again, Devor¡¯s consciousness sank deep into his inner world. In the quiet stillness, he found his Spiritual Qi Pond¡ªa glowing expanse of water, shimmering with five-colored light.


    At that moment, his pond measured exactly 57 meters deep. The surface rippled gently, dense with energy but still thirsting for more.


    Devor concentrated, directing all the energy he had absorbed into the pond. The Qi surged like a torrential downpour, cascading into the depths. Each drop mingled with the pond¡¯s waters, increasing its density and power.


    As the water grew heavier, it began eroding the earth at the bottom, deepening the pond bit by bit. But despite his efforts, the depth stubbornly remained at 57 meters.


    ¡°Not enough,¡± Devor muttered, his voice laced with determination and frustration.


    Cultivation was a gradual process. Each step required immense patience and relentless dedication. Realizing he had reached his limit for the day, Devor sighed deeply and opened his eyes.


    His body buzzed with energy, but he noticed a slight stiffness in his Spiritual Root¡ªa warning sign that overusing the softening technique could lead to instability.


    ¡°Five Cultivation Pills in one session¡­¡± Devor murmured, rubbing his temples. ¡°This speed rivals someone with a single-colored Spiritual Root.¡±


    For someone burdened with a flawed five-colored Spiritual Root, it was a remarkable feat. Yet, Devor was keenly aware of the dangers of pushing too hard. Reckless attempts to force progress had nearly shattered his cultivation in the past. Now, he strictly limited the softening process to twice a day, ensuring his foundation stayed steady.


    ¡°At this pace, I¡¯m finally closing the gap with those who have three-colored Spiritual Roots,¡± he mused, a thin smile playing on his lips.


    Still, beneath the satisfaction, a flicker of unease remained. The cultivation world was ruthless. Strength was both protection and power¡ªwithout it, even the most profound techniques would be useless against a stronger opponent.


    He stood and gazed at his garden. The Spiritual Plants, now thriving under his care, swayed gently, their vibrant colors full of life. Their energy had been crucial to his progress, and he felt a deep sense of gratitude toward them.


    ¡°Even with this technique, the path ahead is steep,¡± he whispered, clenching his fist. His eyes gleamed with determination. ¡°But I¡¯ll face whatever challenges come my way. No matter what.¡±

 Chapter 30 - Forged in Isolation, Tempered by Resolve

    Two months flew by, and Devor¡¯s transformation was undeniable. The once frail young man, weighed down by setbacks and betrayal, now stood tall, radiating a quiet strength and unshakeable determination. He had shed the bitterness that once clouded his heart, replacing it with a laser focus on self-improvement.


    In the dim cave, the flickering torchlight danced along the rough stone walls, casting shifting shadows that mirrored Devor¡¯s movements. A cold wind whispered through the cracks, carrying the eerie presence of Beastbound Hollow. Yet Devor remained undaunted, his mind locked onto his training.


    Taking a deep breath, he lifted his sword. Spiritual energy coursed through him, seamlessly flowing into the blade as if it were an extension of his own body. Where once his movements had been awkward and unsure, they now flowed with the grace of a seasoned warrior¡ªeach swing deliberate, each motion precise. The air seemed to ripple with each arc of his blade, a soft breeze trailing behind.


    The cave softly echoed the rhythmic swish of his practice, a symphony of steel slicing through the air. Devor¡¯s body moved with a newfound fluidity, free of stiffness but tightly controlled. His hands and feet worked in perfect harmony, driven by an internal rhythm only he could feel. Every move was intentional, forging his muscles and bones with strength, flexibility, and precision.


    Devor carefully restrained the surge of his spiritual energy, focusing instead on mastering the basics. He knew raw power alone wouldn¡¯t be enough. Balance was crucial¡ªbuilding strength while staying flexible, ready to adapt to whatever came his way.


    After a flawless series of sword movements, Devor lowered his blade, steadying his breath. The sword emitted a faint hum, as if in tune with his growing mastery. Setting it aside, he shifted his focus to the Body Refining Technique, another pillar of his grueling training.


    Planting his feet firmly on the cold stone, Devor took a solid stance. He clenched his fists, muscles tensing as he began channeling spiritual energy through his body. This energy was different¡ªheavier, denser, and far harder to control. It pressed against his muscles and bones, creating an invisible weight that tested his endurance.


    He started with a simple punch. But as his fist sliced through the air, it felt like he was pushing against an immovable mountain. Each strike sent waves of strain through his body, the pain sharp and relentless. Yet, Devor didn¡¯t waver. He embraced the pain, understanding it was the cost of growth.


    Punch after punch, the weight on his body seemed to increase, his muscles screaming in protest. The spiritual energy coursing through him felt like molten iron, tearing him apart only to forge him anew. The pain, though searing, reminded him that he was pushing past his limits.


    The echoes of his strikes reverberated through the cave, blending with the oppressive energy of Beastbound Hollow. Deep beneath the surface, the faint presence of imprisoned Spiritual Beasts added a subtle, yet palpable pressure to the air. But Devor trained on, oblivious to the lurking dangers. In this moment, his world was consumed by one thing¡ªhis relentless pursuit of strength.


    By the end of two months, Devor was almost unrecognizable. His once frail, thin frame had transformed into a lean, muscular build. The hesitation that once clouded his eyes was gone, replaced by a quiet, burning confidence. His transformation wasn¡¯t just physical¡ªit was carved into his very essence.


    Still, Devor refused to grow complacent. He knew the journey ahead would be long and filled with challenges. Each day of training was another step forward, another layer of defense against the brutal realities of the cultivation world.


    As he wrapped up his session, Devor took a deep breath, releasing the tension that had built within him. Sweat streamed down his body, glistening in the dim torchlight. He carefully set his sword aside and walked over to the large stone in the corner of the cave¡ªa makeshift resting place he¡¯d grown to appreciate.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    Settling onto the stone, Devor leaned back against the cool wall. The flickering torch cast a soft glow across his face, highlighting the determination etched into his features. His eyes lingered on the flame, its gentle dance mirroring the steady resolve burning within him.


    "Step by step," he murmured, his voice low but resolute. "I will grow stronger. Strong enough to protect what matters to me. Strong enough to face whatever lies ahead."


    In the quiet of the cave, surrounded by the echoes of his hard work, Devor felt a rare sense of calm. The path before him was uncertain, but his resolve was unwavering.


    "Two months," he muttered, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. "I¡¯ve finally cleared my debt to Wulin. Thanks to Senior Sister Yulin selling those four Sky-Grade Seeds, everything went according to plan."


    He exhaled deeply, the cool cave air brushing against his skin. The debt had been a heavy burden, but the relief he expected hadn¡¯t come. Instead, a quiet resolve had taken its place.


    ¡°The Sky-Grade Seeds were valuable, sure,¡± Devor murmured, his eyes resting on his calloused hands. ¡°But their worth doesn¡¯t compare to the weight lifted off my conscience.¡±


    A faint smile played at the corners of his lips as he remembered his conversation with Yulin. ¡°She tried to refuse her share¡ªthe ten Earth-Grade Seeds¡ªbut she couldn¡¯t argue with my logic. Senior Sister always puts on a tough front, but deep down, she¡¯s too kind for her own good.¡±


    He chuckled softly, the memory of Yulin¡¯s reluctant acceptance bringing a rare moment of lightness to his otherwise heavy thoughts. ¡°And Liara, along with the others... I made sure they got their share too¡ªfive Earth-Grade Seeds each, as compensation for everything they went through.¡±


    Devor¡¯s smile faded as he thought about the calamity that had befallen them. No one had openly blamed him, but the guilt still lingered. ¡°They deserved it. It was the least I could do to keep the peace. Even a small gesture can mend a crack before it grows too deep.¡±


    He could still see their surprised expressions when Yulin handed over the seeds. Despite their initial hesitation, they accepted the gesture, and with it, the tension seemed to melt away.


    His gaze drifted to the spiritual garden tucked in the corner of the cave, its soft glow a testament to his careful nurturing. The plants thrived under the protective barrier he had painstakingly maintained, their energy fueling not just the garden, but his growing ambitions as well.


    "This garden..." Devor murmured, his voice quiet with satisfaction. "The harvest is steady every month. It¡¯s not just a source of income¡ªit¡¯s proof that I¡¯m making progress, even in this confined space."


    His thoughts drifted to Aoyun, his unlikely ally. "With Aoyun¡¯s help, I¡¯ve been able to sell the crops at fair prices. Thirty percent of the profits might sound high, but it keeps him happy¡ªand, more importantly, keeps him on my side."


    A rare grin tugged at the corners of Devor¡¯s lips. Who would have thought that the stern, aloof Aoyun would have warmed up so much? Now, the man even cracked jokes from time to time, treating him like a friend.


    But despite these small victories, Devor knew better than to get comfortable. He leaned back against the cool stone wall, his gaze growing distant. "All of this¡ªpaying off debts, mending relationships, building a solid foundation¡ªit¡¯s just the beginning. The suffering, the pain... they¡¯re part of the road to true power. I can¡¯t afford to stop now."


    The weight of his words hung in the air as Devor closed his eyes, allowing himself a brief moment of peace in the stillness of the cave. But his mind was far from quiet.


    "I¡¯ve grown stronger," he admitted softly, barely a whisper. "But strength without experience is worthless. I haven¡¯t faced real combat yet. Without that, my progress is still raw, untested."


    Slowly, Devor stood, his movements steady and purposeful. His gaze sharpened as it fell on the cave¡¯s entrance, where the faint light from outside filtered in, casting long shadows across the stone floor.


    Devor replayed Aoyun¡¯s words from a few days ago. The man had mentioned a special team operating within Beastbound Hollow, tasked with capturing Spiritual Beasts for the sect. It was a dangerous mission, but one that promised real combat experience.


    "That¡¯s exactly what I need," Devor thought, his hand tightening around the hilt of the sword resting by his side. "If I¡¯m going to test the strength I¡¯ve built, there¡¯s no better way than facing the beasts hiding down there."


    But he knew opportunities like this didn¡¯t come without a price. Aoyun had been clear: everything had a cost, and even sharpening his swordsmanship would require something in return.


    Devor¡¯s grip tightened as determination flared in his eyes. "Whatever the price, I¡¯ll pay it. Without power, everything I¡¯ve worked for can be taken away in an instant."


    With his resolve set, Devor stepped forward, leaving behind the warmth of the spiritual garden and the security of his cave. He was ready to face whatever dangers lurked in the depths of Beastbound Hollow.

 Chapter 31 - Trial by Fire: The First True Battle

    Two weeks later, Devor walked beside Aoyun through the rocky, scorching expanse of a dormant volcano''s crater. The path wound downward, leading them deeper into the desolate expanse of Beastbound Hollow.


    ¡°You¡¯ve got to trust me on this, Brother Junior Devor,¡± Aoyun said, thumping his chest like he was sealing a pact. ¡°One Mid-Grade Spirit Stone per beast is a fair deal. Honest work, no hidden catches.¡±


    Devor shot him a wry smile, his eyes narrowing just a touch. ¡°Fair?¡± he repeated, his tone dripping with skepticism.


    In the world of cultivation, Spirit Stones were crucial for training and trade, divided into four grades: Low-Grade, Mid-Grade, Advanced-Grade, and High-Grade. A hundred Low-Grade stones made up a single Mid-Grade, and so on.


    As an Outer Disciple, Devor''s monthly allowance was 200 Low-Grade Spirit Stones, topped up by profits from his garden, bringing his total to around 600 Low-Grade Stones each month¡ªwhich was about six Mid-Grade Stones. The idea of spending even one Mid-Grade Stone on a single Spiritual Beast for training felt like an absurd luxury.


    ¡°Three beasts,¡± Devor insisted, his tone steady and firm. ¡°All Qi Refining Realm. I¡¯m not after their cores or meat, just sparring.¡±


    Aoyun¡¯s brows shot up in disbelief. ¡°Three? Impossible!¡± He threw his hands up, his voice rising. ¡°Do you realize the risk I¡¯m taking here? I¡¯m breaching sect rules just to help you out¡ªit¡¯s¡ª¡±


    Devor tuned Aoyun out, letting his over-the-top complaints wash over him. After months of dealing with him, Devor had learned that Aoyun had a knack for exaggerating the truth. Despite his dramatic protests, Aoyun was way too cautious to actually break the sect¡¯s rules.


    Ten minutes later, they reached the lowest depths of Beastbound Hollow. The volcanic crater, far larger than Devor had expected, opened into a vast cavern. A few disciples were busy handling Spiritual Beasts, moving with practiced efficiency.


    The disciples paused as Aoyun passed, bowing in respect. Devor frowned, his curiosity sparked. "Who exactly is Aoyun?"


    Following his lead, Devor entered a quiet, secluded cavern. Inside, a Spiritual Beast waited¡ªan imposing, wolf-like creature nearly two meters tall, its fur rippling with faint, flickering energy. The weight of its presence pressed down on Devor¡¯s senses, making the air feel heavy.


    "Stage-8 Qi Refining?" Devor asked, his voice laced with disbelief. He turned to Aoyun, his brows furrowed. "I¡¯m only at Stage-7. This feels like overkill."


    Aoyun casually leaned against the cavern wall, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "A one-stage difference isn''t a huge deal," he said. "Spiritual Beasts have raw strength, but they don¡¯t have brains. You¡¯ve got strategy. Use it."


    Devor hesitated, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. He was reluctant, but he couldn¡¯t argue with Aoyun¡¯s logic.


    Aoyun stepped forward, placing a hand on the barrier that blocked the entrance. With a surge of spiritual energy, the barrier shimmered and parted, just wide enough for Devor to slip through.


    "I¡¯ll watch from here," Aoyun said, his tone calm yet firm. "If things get too out of hand, I¡¯ll step in. But don¡¯t count on me."


    Devor nodded, swallowing the knot of anxiety in his throat, and stepped into the cavern. As the barrier sealed behind him, the heavy silence enveloped him, broken only by the occasional low growl of the Spiritual Beast lurking in the shadows.


    The wolf-like creature locked eyes with him, its gaze glowing with lethal intent. For a brief moment, time seemed to freeze.


    Then, with a fierce snarl, the beast lunged forward, a blur of shadow and muscle. Its claws slashed toward Devor¡¯s throat with terrifying speed.


    Devor¡¯s heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surging through his body. He barely managed to raise his sword, calling upon the flickering flames of the Dancing Fire Sword Technique. The blade flared to life, glowing with fiery energy as it swung toward the beast.


    But the flames flickered weakly, the intensity far less than he¡¯d hoped¡ªa clear sign that his control over the technique was still lacking.


    The wolf-beast reacted with ease. With a swipe of its forepaw, it created an energy shield that collided with the sword, sending a shockwave through the cavern. The resulting impact rang out like a thunderclap, echoing in the still air.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    Devor''s arms trembled from the force of the impact, the vibration of the clash shooting up the blade, numbing his hands and wrists. His stance wavered, and he stumbled back, gritting his teeth to steady himself.


    "Focus, Devor," he muttered under his breath, taking a slow, steadying breath.


    The beast wasted no time, lunging again with its jaws wide open. This time, Devor sidestepped just in time, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike. He retaliated with a horizontal slash, the fiery blade aimed at the creature''s side.


    The wolf-like beast twisted midair, dodging the attack with fluid, almost unnatural agility. It landed lightly, its growl deepening as it circled Devor, its movements calculating and predatory.


    "It''s not just about strength-it''s got strategy too!" Devor realized, sweat running down his face.


    He adjusted his grip on the sword, sinking into a lower stance. The fear that had gripped him earlier began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of resolve.


    "If I can''t handle this, how am I supposed to face whatever''s waiting for me beyond Beastbound Hollow?" he muttered, determination creeping into his voice.


    The wolf-beast lunged once more, but this time, Devor was ready. He anticipated the attack, sidestepping with a smooth pivot on his heel, and brought his sword down in a swift arc. The flames around the blade flared brighter, matching the resolve in Devor''s strike.


    The blade scraped across the beast''s flank, leaving a shallow but painful wound. It howled in fury, staggering for a moment before regaining its balance.


    Devor pressed on without hesitation. His movements became sharper, more fluid, each strike pushing the beast back, forcing it to stay on the defensive.


    For the first time, Devor felt a flicker of confidence. This wasn''t just training-it was survival. And for the first time, he was starting to grasp the true meaning of combat.


    The wolf didn''t give him a moment''s respite. Its claws slashed out with brutal precision, forcing Devor to retreat and block with his sword. Each clash jolted up his arms, the beast''s raw power far beyond what he''d expected. One swipe came dangerously close, leaving a deep gash across his left arm.


    Pain flared from the wound, but the wolf didn''t let up. Its movements were quick and unrelenting. Devor tried to retaliate with the Dancing Fire Sword Technique, but his strikes were rushed, clumsy. The flames flickered weakly, a clear sign of his lack of control. The wolf easily dodged or deflected his attacks, the gap in their skill painfully obvious.


    Fatigue began to settle in. His breaths came in ragged gasps, and each movement felt slower than the last. Panic crept in as his weaknesses became glaringly obvious-he''d focused so much on perfecting flashy techniques, but he''d neglected the fundamentals of combat: timing, distance, adaptability.


    The wolf, sensing its advantage, kept him on the defensive. Another swipe caught him on the side, leaving a shallow but stinging cut. Devor stumbled, the rough cavern floor scraping his palms and knees. His trembling sword lifted instinctively as the wolf lunged again.


    In that moment, something clicked. Survival instincts took over. Devor rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the strike. Adrenaline surged through him as he realized-this wasn''t about who had the flashiest moves. It was about endurance, patience, and capitalizing on the enemy''s mistakes.


    Devor shifted his strategy. He stopped wasting energy on flashy techniques and focused on the basics. No more unnecessary flourishes-just clean, deliberate movements. Instead of trying to block every strike, he relied on his agility to dodge, saving his strength for counterattacks.


    The change in his approach started to pay off. The wolf''s relentless attacks, once overwhelming, became more predictable. Devor''s focus sharpened as he analyzed the creature''s patterns, looking for weaknesses.


    When the wolf''s right claw slashed downward, Devor sidestepped with precision, the motion smooth and controlled. He countered with a quick thrust of his blade, the qi-infused tip grazing the wolf''s belly. Though the wound was shallow, it forced the beast to retreat a few paces.


    Devor was finding his rhythm. His movements flowed seamlessly, each strike simple but exact. The wolf, once a blur of aggression, began to slow. Its breathing grew heavier, its steps more labored.


    "There it is," Devor thought, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a gap in the wolf''s defense: its exposed neck.


    Summoning every last bit of spiritual energy, Devor activated his sword technique: Burning Blade. Flames roared to life, enveloping his blade in a fiery glow that lit up the cavern. The heat was intense, sharper than anything he had managed before.


    With a roar of his own, Devor lunged. His blade cut through the wolf''s final defense, slicing deep into its neck. The beast let out a final, guttural growl before collapsing, lifeless, to the ground.


    Devor stood over the fallen beast, panting heavily. His sword shook in his grip, the flames fading as his spiritual energy ran dry.


    [Spiritual Energy: 124/1013]


    His reserves were almost gone. Every muscle in his body ached, and the wounds on his arms burned with pain. But despite the exhaustion, a faint smile tugged at his lips. He had done it¡ªhis first real fight, and he¡¯d come out on top.


    From the sidelines, Aoyun watched, his face unreadable. The soft glow of the barrier behind him cast shadows across his features. "That kid¡­ he adapts fast," he muttered under his breath, almost to himself.


    Aoyun had seen Devor¡¯s progress during the battle. At first, he¡¯d been all over the place¡ªhis moves sloppy, his strikes off-mark. But as the fight went on, Devor had started to adjust. He¡¯d begun reading the wolf¡¯s movements and sharpening his own. For someone so inexperienced, his ability to adapt under pressure was impressive.


    Still, Aoyun¡¯s gaze sharpened. He¡¯s come a long way, but he¡¯s still not ready. Potential was one thing, but in the brutal world of cultivation, it wouldn¡¯t be enough.


    Devor wiped the sweat from his brow, unaware of Aoyun¡¯s thoughts. His sword hung loosely at his side as he turned to face him. "What¡¯s next?" His voice was steady, despite his exhaustion.


    Aoyun smirked, folding his arms. "Next? You heal up, then you fight again. That was just the warm-up."


    Devor¡¯s eyes widened slightly, a mix of disbelief and determination flickering across his face. He¡¯d survived one battle, but it was clear now¡ªthis was just the beginning.

 Chapter 32 - The Price of Growth

    On the first day of the battle, Devor had been forced to stop. His body, bruised and battered, and his spiritual energy nearly spent, just couldn¡¯t keep up. The wolf''s vicious attacks and his own reckless overuse of power had left him exhausted.


    Aoyun, ever the opportunist, wasted no time pointing it out.


    "Each training session costs one Mid-Grade Spirit Stone," he said, his tone as blunt as ever, void of any sympathy.


    Devor clenched his teeth and handed over the stone, frustration simmering beneath the surface. He wasn¡¯t sure how much longer he could afford this, but there was no choice. If he wanted to survive in Beastbound Hollow¡ªand get stronger¡ªhe had to pay the price.


    Over the next few days, Devor meditated in solitude, his mind focused on the gaps in his skills. The harsh difference between controlled training and the chaos of real combat became impossible to ignore.


    When practicing alone, the Dancing Fire Sword Technique drained about 250 units of spiritual energy. The technique, a graceful series of ten fluid strikes, was meant to flow together like a dance.


    But against the wolf, it had consumed nearly 350 units. His lack of control and impatience had left him barely able to land a single strike; the rest of his moves had fallen apart like a crumbling tower.


    "Reckless use of techniques will only make things worse," Devor muttered, frustration thick in his voice. He had treated his techniques like secret weapons, but hadn¡¯t yet understood their true demands or his own limitations.


    Even Ultimate Synthesis, the ability that was supposed to enhance his techniques, ended up being more of a burden than a blessing. While it boosted his power, it drained his energy at an alarming rate, making it harder to maintain control. Devor came to a hard realization: without a solid foundation, aiming for perfection was pointless.


    For the next two weeks, Devor immersed himself in grueling training. Every week, Aoyun set up a new Spiritual Beast for him to face. Despite his body still healing from previous battles, Devor fought with relentless determination.


    Slowly but surely, he started to find the rhythm of combat. His movements became more intentional, his strikes sharper. He learned to conserve his energy, waiting for the right moments to strike instead of rushing in. In the chaos of battle, he began to appreciate the importance of patience and control.


    One day, Yulin came to visit him. She froze at the sight of the deep scars on his face and wrists, her eyes wide with shock.


    "Devor," she said, her voice heavy with concern as she handed him a small jar of medicinal salve. "You¡¯re pushing yourself too hard."


    Devor briefly explained his training regimen, the constant battles with Spiritual Beasts, and the lessons he had learned along the way. Yulin listened quietly, but her expression grew more troubled with every word.


    "Fighting beasts sharpens your sword, Devor," she said after a long pause, her tone soft but firm. "But don¡¯t forget¡ªfighting cultivators is a whole different game. They think, strategize, and adapt in ways no beast ever could."


    Her words hit home. Devor nodded, his expression thoughtful. Maybe it was time to ask Aoyun for a sparring session, though he¡¯d insist Aoyun hold back. He had no desire to face his senior at full strength¡ªhe wasn¡¯t looking to get himself killed.


    Before leaving, Yulin flashed him a parting smile. "Remember, Devor," she said softly, "your strength is useless if you can¡¯t use it to protect yourself¡ªand those who matter to you."


    After her visit, Devor reassessed his training. He decided to focus on the basics of swordsmanship, putting advanced techniques on hold for the time being.


    Each basic strike, now infused with just a small amount of spiritual energy, only drained 5 to 10 units. As Devor continued practicing, he noticed his energy consumption steadily dropping, while the force of his strikes remained just as strong.


    His Body Refining Technique also became noticeably easier. According to the manual, this meant his physical strength had significantly improved, making the process less painful. His once lean frame had turned into a solid, muscular build, which allowed for smoother movements and more explosive power.


    At the same time, his cultivation progressed at a steady pace. The Essence of Nature Cultivation Technique, which he had carefully modified to suit his needs, was working well. But deep down, Devor felt it was time for a change.


    "This technique has evolved far beyond its original form," Devor mused quietly to himself. "It¡¯s no longer serving its original purpose."Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    After much thought, Devor finally settled on a new name for his technique: the Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique.


    Though it had no real connection to dragons, the name carried a sense of grandeur and power. It felt right, especially since the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s symbol was a dragon.


    Still, Devor knew the technique was uniquely his. It was designed for his body, his five-colored Spiritual Root, and his special connection to the elements. Sharing it with anyone else wasn¡¯t just impractical¡ªit could be dangerous.


    Devor gazed at the soft glow of his spiritual garden, the plants swaying gently as though reacting to his thoughts.


    "Two months of nonstop training, and I¡¯ve finally reached this point," he murmured to himself. He had repaid his debt to Wulin, and Yulin, Liara, and the others had been compensated for the chaos he had caused. Even Aoyun had warmed to him, thanks to the generous thirty percent cut of the profits from his garden¡¯s harvest.


    But Devor knew this was just the start. His wounds, scars, and the progress he¡¯d made were all reminders of how much further he had to go.


    Though his enemies still roamed freely, Devor consciously set aside thoughts of revenge. For now, his focus was on his own growth.


    In the quiet solitude of his small garden, Devor spent countless hours tending to the Yellow-Grade Spiritual Plants that flourished under his care. Yet, as he surveyed the vibrant greenery, a thought kept nagging at him.


    "What if I replaced them all with Earth-Grade Seeds?" he murmured, stroking his chin. The idea was tempting. Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants had far more potential than the Yellow-Grade ones, but he knew the risks were enormous.


    Unlike the Inner Disciples and sect leaders, who cultivated in areas blessed with formations that amplified the natural energy of heaven and earth, Devor¡¯s garden lacked such luxuries. The spiritual soil in his cave was limited, and the plants already fought for the scant natural energy available. Introducing Earth-Grade plants all at once could spell disaster. The soil could wither, and the fragile balance he¡¯d worked so hard to establish would collapse.


    Standing at the edge of his garden, Devor watched the faint spiritual aura rising from the plants. The formation barrier protecting the garden had allowed the plants to create their own ecosystem, supporting each other while enriching the soil. It was a delicate harmony he wasn¡¯t about to risk.


    "I can¡¯t replace them all at once," he finally decided, a small smile tugging at his lips. "But if I take it slow, swapping them out one by one, it might just work."


    ??????


    Devor picked a small corner of the garden to start his experiment. The plants in this area were thriving on their own, and the soil was richer, more fertile. It was the perfect place to begin.


    For several days, Devor immersed himself in books and notes, studying the specifics of various Earth-Grade Seeds. Each one had its own set of requirements¡ªsoil moisture, sunlight intensity, and the amount of spiritual energy it consumed. Choosing the wrong seed could throw his entire garden out of balance.


    After much consideration, he settled on the Evergreen Lumina, an Earth-Grade Seed known for its adaptability in environments with moderate spiritual energy. The Evergreen Lumina not only absorbed energy efficiently but also returned a portion of it to the soil, promoting sustainability. It was the perfect choice for his delicate garden.


    The process began with great care. Devor carefully uprooted the Yellow-Grade Spiritual Plants in the chosen area, making sure their roots stayed intact and the soil structure remained undisturbed. Then, he prepared small, precise holes in the soil, each just the right size for the Evergreen Lumina seeds.


    Before planting, Devor created a special mixture: enriched spiritual soil, blended with rare mineral powder and water infused with natural energy. This would help the seeds adjust to their new environment. He poured the mixture into each hole, then gently placed the seeds inside and covered them with soil.


    But planting alone wasn¡¯t enough. Using the Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique, Devor channeled the energy around the garden. He guided the elements of earth and water, creating a stable, nourishing environment for the Evergreen Lumina seeds to take root. To maintain balance, he planted a few Yellow-Grade Spiritual Plants around the new seeds. These would act as regulators, absorbing excess energy and releasing elements that would support the growth of the Earth-Grade plants.


    Every morning, Devor inspected the seeds, making adjustments to the energy flows whenever necessary. He kept the soil consistently moist and ensured that the sunlight entering the garden was just the right amount¡ªnot too harsh, not too dim. Each small change was carefully noted in his journal.


    After several weeks of diligent care, the first signs of success appeared. One of the Evergreen Lumina seeds finally sprouted, its bright green leaves shimmering with a soft, spiritual glow. Devor knelt beside it, a proud smile spreading across his face as he observed its vitality. The plant¡¯s presence began to influence the surrounding area¡ªthe nearby Yellow-Grade Spiritual Plants looked healthier, their leaves more vibrant, and the soil seemed to pulse with renewed energy.


    "This is just the beginning," Devor whispered, his eyes alight with determination.


    Encouraged by his success, he expanded the experiment to other sections of the garden, carefully replacing more Yellow-Grade Plants with Earth-Grade Seeds. Each new addition taught him more about the delicate balance between spiritual energy and nature, each step further refining his understanding.


    As he worked, Devor couldn¡¯t help but marvel at how much he had learned. His once-limited knowledge of Spiritual Farming had deepened, and his skills had reached new heights. He was no longer just tending to plants¡ªhe was becoming the architect of a thriving ecosystem, weaving the elements together in perfect harmony.


    Months of hard work began to show results. Devor¡¯s garden was now a mix of flourishing Yellow-Grade and thriving Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants. The energy radiating from the garden felt denser, purer, and more balanced.


    But Devor wasn¡¯t one to grow complacent. "There¡¯s still so much more to learn," he thought, gazing at the lush greenery before him. His journey as a Spiritual Farmer was far from over. Every step he took brought him closer to mastering an art that was uniquely his.


    With each success, Devor¡¯s confidence grew¡ªbut so did his humility. He understood now that true strength wasn¡¯t just about power; it was about the wisdom to nurture and protect what mattered most.

 Chapter 33 - The End of Exile

    Time drifted by like a gentle breeze, leaving only faint whispers of its passing.


    In the quiet solitude of his cave, Devor carefully smoothed the folds of his light blue robe. This wasn¡¯t just any garment¡ªit was a badge of honor, a symbol of his place within the Azure Sky Sect. The intricate embroidery of leaves and dragons reflected the sect¡¯s deep-rooted connection to nature and its storied legacy.


    His fingers lingered on the fabric. It had been over a year since he last wore it, and now, holding it once more, a swirl of emotions stirred within him.


    The punishment was finally over.


    What had started as a sentence¡ªexile and isolation for a year¡ªhad gradually transformed into an unexpected gift. Beyond the struggles of the first month, the solitude had given him the space to grow. He had not only refined his skills as a cultivator but also found clarity and strength within himself.


    At seventeen, Devor now stood taller, his frame lean and composed. His black hair, neatly tied, cascaded down his back, and the boyish softness of his face had given way to the sharp features of a young man. His dark eyes, once filled with youthful curiosity, now held a depth that reflected the trials he had endured.


    Outside the cave, Aoyun stood impatiently, arms crossed, his expression one of thinly veiled annoyance.


    ¡°How much longer are you going to take?¡± Aoyun snapped, tapping his foot for emphasis. ¡°You¡¯ve wasted enough time already!¡±


    Devor looked up, his gaze steady and calm. ¡°Patience, Senior. This is an important day. I can¡¯t step out looking anything less than my best.¡±


    Aoyun huffed in frustration but didn¡¯t push further. Over the past year, their relationship had morphed into something resembling friendship¡ªthough Aoyun¡¯s blunt nature and opportunistic streak often pushed Devor¡¯s limits. Still, an unspoken bond had formed between them, forged in the shared isolation of Beastbound Hollow.


    Before leaving, Devor paused to take one last look at the spiritual garden he had painstakingly nurtured. The small patch of earth, tucked within the cave¡¯s walls, pulsed with vibrant energy. Each of the 43 Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants radiated life, a testament to Devor¡¯s growing expertise as a Spiritual Farmer.


    This garden wasn¡¯t just a collection of plants¡ªit was a thriving ecosystem. Through careful effort, Devor had used isolation formations to balance the spiritual energy flow, ensuring the plants flourished in perfect harmony.


    His gaze lingered on the lush greenery. ¡°If only I could bring this to the sect,¡± he murmured, more to himself than to Aoyun. ¡°With the energy from these plants, I might one day create the ideal environment for cultivating a Sky-Grade Seed. But it would take years¡­ maybe even decades.¡±


    The thought stirred a mix of hope and regret within him. Selling the Sky-Grade Seed had been the right choice back then, but the dream of growing one himself still burned brightly.


    Devor turned to Aoyun. ¡°Do you think it¡¯s possible to move this garden to the sect?¡±


    Aoyun¡¯s eyebrows shot up, his expression teetering between disbelief and amusement. ¡°Move it? Are you serious? Look at the size of this garden, and then look at the narrow entrance of this cave. Even if we could somehow lift it, how would you get it out?¡±


    Devor tilted his head, his gaze fixed on the hole above the garden where sunlight streamed through. He pointed upward, a spark of determination in his eyes.


    Aoyun pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh. ¡°Forget it. This is sect territory¡ªheavily guarded. You really think they¡¯ll let us tear up the mountain and stroll out with the soil and plants?¡±This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Devor exhaled softly, recognizing the truth in Aoyun¡¯s words. Yet, the thought of leaving behind the garden he had poured so much of himself into left a bitter taste in his mouth.


    ¡°We¡¯re just going to leave it here?¡± he asked quietly, his eyes lingering on the nearly mature plants. ¡°In another month, they¡¯ll be ready for harvest. How can we just abandon them?¡±


    Aoyun¡¯s expression shifted, his usual businesslike demeanor taking over. He raised an eyebrow. ¡°We¡¯re not abandoning anything. I¡¯ll arrange for someone from the sect to harvest them and sell the yield.¡± He paused, holding up four fingers. ¡°But I¡¯m taking 40% of the profits.¡±


    Devor narrowed his eyes. ¡°Forty? That¡¯s outrageous.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s fair,¡± Aoyun replied firmly. ¡°I¡¯m the one handling everything, and you know I¡¯ll get the best price.¡±


    Devor clenched his jaw, considering his options. Despite Aoyun¡¯s opportunistic streak, he had a knack for making profitable deals.


    ¡°Fine,¡± Devor said with a resigned sigh. ¡°Forty percent it is.¡±


    Aoyun smirked, clearly satisfied. ¡°Smart choice, Junior Brother.¡±


    Devor glanced back at the garden one last time. Leaving it behind was painful, but he knew this wasn¡¯t the end. This place had been a sanctuary for growth, a foundation for everything he had learned. Yet, it was only a stepping stone. Greater challenges¡ªand greater opportunities¡ªlay ahead at the sect.


    The garden¡¯s isolation had been both a blessing and a burden. It wasn¡¯t easily accessible, and the distance from the sect had given him space to grow, away from prying eyes. Still, he couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that Aoyun had leveraged the situation to his advantage. Even so, Devor had to acknowledge that Aoyun had been a crucial ally over the past year.


    Devor¡¯s perspective was shifting. He realized now that surviving in the cultivation world wasn¡¯t just about strength or talent. Building connections¡ªespecially with those who wielded influence or held hidden power¡ªwas just as important. Avoiding unnecessary conflict wasn¡¯t a sign of weakness; it was a calculated strategy.


    And Aoyun, with his laid-back attitude and subtle influence among the disciples, was no ordinary cultivator. Devor could sense it. Having someone like Aoyun on his side could one day be the key to either his success or his survival.


    Devor¡¯s fingers brushed the worn hilt of his sword. The blade¡¯s edge was dulled from countless battles and the lack of proper care, a stark reminder of both his progress and the journey still ahead.


    With a deep breath, Devor stepped out of the cave. Aoyun, waiting at the entrance, straightened and motioned for him to follow as they navigated the winding paths of Beastbound Hollow.


    ??????


    Emerging from the Hollow, Devor stood beneath an open sky at the foot of an ancient, dormant volcano. He glanced back at the modest peak. Unlike the towering mountains typical of volcanoes, this one seemed almost hidden, its presence more rooted in the earth than looming above it.


    The cool wind brushed against his face, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the crisp air. For the first time in a year, his chest felt light, as though the very breeze had lifted the burdens he had carried.


    ¡°I¡¯ve never felt this refreshed,¡± he murmured, a rare smile breaking across his face.


    Beside him, Aoyun smirked. ¡°You wouldn¡¯t believe what you¡¯ve been through. That old man... He was clever, I¡¯ll give him that. Told me not to spill the details, but his plan worked perfectly.¡±


    Devor frowned, puzzled. ¡°What old man? What are you talking about?¡±


    Aoyun¡¯s grin grew sly, his eyes glinting with mischief. ¡°You¡¯ll find out soon enough.¡±


    Before Devor could ask more, Aoyun¡¯s body began to lift off the ground, rising effortlessly into the air.


    ¡°Wait!¡± Devor called out, a hint of panic in his voice. ¡°You¡¯re leaving? What about me?¡±


    Aoyun let out an exaggerated sigh, waving him off. ¡°You¡¯re a man now. Find your own way back to the sect.¡±


    Devor¡¯s jaw dropped. ¡°What about Yulin? Is she okay?¡±


    For the past three months, Yulin hadn¡¯t visited. Devor had tried to convince himself she was just busy with her own path, but the worry gnawed at him. The thought that something might have happened to her had kept him awake more nights than he cared to admit.


    Aoyun started to respond but suddenly paused, his eyes shifting toward the sky. A faint whistling sound filled the air, growing louder with each passing second.


    Aoyun''s lips curled into a smirk, satisfaction evident in his eyes. "Looks like your ride''s here," he remarked casually. Then, with a sudden surge of power, he launched himself skyward, disappearing into the clouds in a flash of light.


    Devor blinked, stunned by the abruptness of Aoyun¡¯s departure. Before he could fully process it, the whistling sound reached a crescendo. Turning toward the noise, he spotted a figure riding a flying sword, descending rapidly toward him.


    A powerful gust of wind swept through as the sword slowed to a halt, the rider dismounting with graceful ease.


    ¡°Miss me?¡±


    Devor froze, his eyes widening as the figure stepped forward. It wasn¡¯t just her presence that shocked him¡ªit was the dark blue robe she wore. The embroidery shimmered in the sunlight, marking her unmistakably as an Inner Disciple of the Azure Sky Sect!

 Chapter 34 - The Weight of Expectations

    Devor never imagined Yulin would make it to the rank of Inner Disciple. She¡¯d never hinted at her ambitions, much less shared any details about her progress.


    "Wait, Senior Sister got promoted? How''s that possible?" Devor''s voice was thick with disbelief, his eyes wide in shock.


    Yulin''s brow furrowed, a spark of irritation flickering in her eyes.


    "Don¡¯t underestimate me, Devor," she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. Her usual calm demeanor cracked, replaced by a simmering frustration. "Do you think I¡¯m just another run-of-the-mill cultivator with nothing special to offer?"


    Devor rubbed the back of his neck, awkward and unsure. It wasn¡¯t that he looked down on her¡ªhe just hadn¡¯t been paying much attention to anyone outside his own little world of Spiritual Plants. Other people¡¯s affairs always seemed distant, like they barely touched his life.


    Yulin let out a long sigh, her shoulders easing slightly, though her eyes still held a trace of annoyance. "Come on, let¡¯s head back to the sect. The annual competition is about to start. Are you joining this year?"


    Devor frowned, uncertainty clouding his features.


    The annual competition was a huge event, a test of strength for all the disciples. The rewards were tempting¡ªtop three finishers earned direct promotion to Inner Disciple status.


    But the competition was brutal, designed to push everyone to their breaking point. Devor had trained with Spiritual Beasts in the Beastbound Hollow, sure, but he knew his experience was nothing compared to the other disciples who had sharpened their skills in countless battles.


    Devor¡¯s hesitation was written all over his face. Confidence had never been his strong suit, and he doubted he could even crack the top ten, let alone the top three.


    "You¡¯re not thinking of entering, are you?" Yulin¡¯s voice was soft but carried a note of disappointment. She shook her head slightly, as if she already knew his answer. "That¡¯s okay. It¡¯s not like you have to participate. We can just watch the matches together."


    "Sure," Devor replied, his smile bright but clearly lacking any real conviction.


    "Oh, that reminds me," Yulin said suddenly, snapping her fingers. A sword appeared from her Spatial Ring, the light blue scabbard catching the sunlight with a subtle gleam.


    "This is for you," she said, handing the weapon to Devor, a faint smile playing on her lips.


    "For me?" Devor took the sword carefully, feeling its weight. It was noticeably heavier than the blades he was used to.


    "It¡¯s from Mystic Armament," Yulin explained, her tone growing serious. "It¡¯s incredibly durable and perfect for training. This will serve you a lot better than those flimsy swords you¡¯ve been using."


    Devor unsheathed the blade slightly, his eyes lighting up as he admired its sharp, polished edge.


    "Incredible," he murmured, genuine admiration in his voice. "Thank you, Senior Sister Yulin."


    Yulin¡¯s smile softened even more. "You¡¯re still so formal. Do you really need to keep calling me ''Senior''?"


    Devor chuckled awkwardly. "Alright, I¡¯ll drop the ''Senior.''"


    "Much better," Yulin said with an approving nod.


    She gestured toward her flying sword, signaling Devor to step on. He hesitated, a flicker of unease surfacing as memories of his previous, less-than-pleasant experiences with Yulin¡¯s flying sword came rushing back.


    "Don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re still scared of riding this thing?" Yulin asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and teasing.


    "Uh... maybe," Devor admitted, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as a faint blush crept up his cheeks.


    Yulin chuckled softly. "Good," she replied, her voice light with amusement.


    Before Devor could react, Yulin tapped the sword lightly with her foot. In an instant, it shot skyward, slicing through the air with exhilarating speed!Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    The wind whipped against Devor¡¯s face, forcing his eyes to squint and blurring his vision. He struggled to keep his balance as the sword weaved through thick clouds with effortless grace, darting through the sky like a needle threading fabric.


    Devor¡¯s heart pounded, fear surging through him like a wild river. But as the flight went on, he clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus. Gradually, he suppressed his anxiety, adjusting to the height and speed. Bit by bit, he felt a flicker of pride in his progress.


    "Huh. I¡¯m impressed," Yulin said, her tone playful, though a flash of disappointment flickered in her eyes.


    Her flying sword moved faster than it had on any of their previous trips. She had expected Devor to panic, maybe even cling to her in terror. But this time, he stayed calm, his fear not giving her the reaction she¡¯d been hoping for.


    For Devor, the flight wasn¡¯t about impressing Yulin¡ªit was about conquering his own fears. Standing near the edge of the sword, his hands clenched tightly behind his back, he fixed his gaze on the horizon.


    The view was breathtaking, and for the first time, he allowed himself to feel the exhilaration of flying.


    Yet, something felt off in Yulin''s heart. The sight of Devor¡¯s once pale, terrified face no longer amused her the way it used to.


    "I¡¯m still scared," Devor admitted, his voice steady. His eyes remained fixed ahead, his expression resolute. "But I¡¯ve learned to face that fear and adapt bit by bit."


    His year in Beastbound Hollow had forced him to confront his fears directly, shaping a newfound inner strength he hadn¡¯t expected.


    "That¡¯s true," Yulin murmured, her tone flat, though a flicker of disappointment lingered in her eyes. "You survived a year in Beastbound Hollow. That place doesn¡¯t just test your body¡ªit tests your heart and mind, pushing you to master your emotions."


    Devor frowned thoughtfully, her words resonating deeply. "Yeah, I¡¯ve felt that. I think I¡¯m better at controlling myself now."


    Yulin¡¯s expression grew serious. "Beastbound Hollow is more dangerous than you realize, Devor. It¡¯s been a prison for Spiritual Beasts for years, and the place is soaked in negative energy. It can break even the strongest will."


    Devor nodded slowly, absorbing the weight of her words.


    "Apart from being a breeding ground for Spiritual Beasts," Yulin continued, "Beastbound Hollow also serves as a training ground for cultivators¡ªmeant to refine both their hearts and minds. But it¡¯s only for those who can endure its trials."


    Devor frowned, clearly confused. "I thought it was just a punishment."


    Yulin chuckled softly, amusement dancing in her eyes. "To an unprepared disciple, it feels like punishment. But for those who can adapt and push through, it¡¯s an incredible opportunity to grow."


    Devor listened closely, starting to realize that Beastbound Hollow was much more than the prison he¡¯d originally thought.


    "Devor, did you know?" Yulin¡¯s voice softened, a note of hesitation creeping in. "Even for me, staying there for more than a month would push me to my limits."


    Devor snapped his head toward her, his tone full of disbelief. "No way! I felt the negative effects within the first month, but I managed to handle it through meditation. And I¡¯m still in the Qi Refining Realm! You¡¯re way stronger than I am."


    Yulin tilted her head slightly, her expression complicated. "I¡¯ve recently reached the Core Formation Realm, first stage," she said, her voice carrying a quiet pride.


    Devor blinked, stunned. His mouth parted in surprise. This should¡¯ve been a moment of triumph for Yulin, yet there was something almost vulnerable in her tone that made her achievement feel bittersweet.


    "This isn¡¯t about cultivation realms," Yulin said gently, her gaze softening. "It¡¯s about inner strength¡ªyour heart and mind. I¡¯m not sure what the sect leaders were thinking when they sent you there, but they specifically told me not to tell you anything when I visited."


    Devor frowned, confused. "Why would they keep that from me?"


    Yulin let out a heavy sigh, the weight of her words hanging in the air. "They thought that if you didn¡¯t know how well¡ªor badly¡ªyou were doing, you¡¯d focus entirely on adapting. Without comparisons, you¡¯d grow naturally."


    Her eyes locked onto his, her voice steady. "And you did. Exactly as they expected."


    Devor was left speechless, his mind racing. All this time, he hadn¡¯t compared himself to anyone else or sought outside validation. His sole focus had been on surviving the negative energy of Beastbound Hollow, training, and nurturing his spiritual garden.


    "The sect¡¯s been watching you," Yulin said softly, her tone carrying a depth that made her words impossible to ignore. "I don¡¯t know when or why they started paying attention to you, but whatever happens, even if you¡¯re punished, there¡¯s a reason behind it."


    Devor looked down, his thoughts heavy. He didn¡¯t harbor any deep resentment toward the sect, but there were still small grievances lingering in his heart. Yulin¡¯s explanation made him realize that every challenge he had faced was likely part of a greater plan, carefully designed by the sect¡¯s leaders.


    "They believe in you," Yulin said with a faint smile. "That¡¯s why they sent you to Beastbound Hollow. They¡¯re shaping you into someone extraordinary." Her smile turned teasing. "But tell me, when you become great, will you forget about me?"


    Devor met her gaze, his expression serious. "You left me alone for three months without a word. When I become great, I¡¯ll do the same to you."


    Yulin laughed, her voice ringing out like music in the clear sky. Devor¡¯s playful remark only strengthened the bond between them, deepening the sibling-like familiarity they shared. Her laughter lifted the weight in her heart, leaving her feeling lighter.


    As they continued their journey, the flying sword glided smoothly beneath them. Devor and Yulin gazed ahead at the endless horizon.


    In the distance, the towering structures of the Azure Sky Sect slowly came into view. The sight of disciples bustling around, preparing for the grand competition, brought the sect to life, filled with energy and anticipation.


    Devor¡¯s eyes showed a blend of curiosity and resolve. He knew this wasn¡¯t just the start of another chapter¡ªit was the beginning of a much greater journey.

 Chapter 35 - A Test of Patience and Purpose

    After returning to the Azure Sky Sect, Devor didn¡¯t head straight to the Spiritual Garden. Instead, he decided to stay in one of the residences reserved for Outer Disciples. Though he hadn¡¯t resumed his role as a Spiritual Farmer just yet, he knew that returning to the garden would take time.


    Yulin, on the other hand, settled into her new quarters on one of the nine mountains designated for Inner Disciples. Devor, meanwhile, locked himself away in his own room. The usual chatter and activity of the Outer Disciples¡¯ area had faded into an unusual quiet, as many were focused on preparing for the upcoming Sect Competition in just two weeks. The calm was exactly what Devor needed to reflect and plan his next moves.


    It didn¡¯t take long before a male disciple arrived to speak with him. This disciple was responsible for overseeing the Sect''s internal roles, including Alchemy, Forging, and Spiritual Farmer. Despite the incident that had damaged Devor¡¯s reputation, the Sect couldn¡¯t afford to overlook his talents¡ªespecially since he had proven himself to be one of their most skilled Spiritual Farmers.


    After a brief exchange, the disciple explained Devor¡¯s new assignment. He was tasked with overseeing two large plots of Spiritual Land, each one square kilometer in size. In addition, the Sect would grant him a personal 150-square-meter plot for experimentation and personal use.


    The arrangement was a compromise¡ªan acknowledgment of Devor¡¯s abilities, while keeping his responsibilities in check for better oversight. This time, he would be able to monitor the fields more closely, minimizing the risk of sabotage like the one he suspected had happened before.


    The memory of the previous disaster still haunted Devor. He couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that someone had intentionally planted insect-infested Spiritual Plants in his fields to sabotage his work. Though he lacked proof, he couldn¡¯t rule out the possibility. One thing was certain: he wouldn¡¯t take on any subordinates again until he could trust their loyalty without question.


    Three days later, Forly, one of Devor¡¯s former subordinates, came to visit. Devor greeted him warmly. Of all his subordinates, Forly had been the most diligent and dependable. But even so, a nagging doubt remained in the back of Devor¡¯s mind¡ªcould Forly have been part of the betrayal?


    Forly began by apologizing for not visiting sooner, explaining that the Sect¡¯s rules prohibited disciples from freely entering Beastbound Hollow. He then went on to tell Devor about how his career as a Spiritual Farmer had been progressing, thanks to the foundation Devor had helped him build.


    ¡°I owe it all to you, Senior,¡± Forly said sincerely, offering a slight bow in respect.


    Devor smiled, a mix of pride and responsibility swelling in his chest. ¡°It¡¯s good to hear that, Forly. You¡¯ve always had the talent. It was only a matter of time before you found your footing.¡±


    Forly went on to explain his current responsibilities, now managing a 500-square-meter plot with confidence and skill. After a while, he asked if Devor planned to return to the Spiritual Garden. Devor nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I do. But this time, I¡¯ll be more careful."


    Forly eagerly offered to work under Devor again, but Devor shook his head gently. ¡°It¡¯s not that I don¡¯t trust you, Forly,¡± he said, his voice calm. ¡°But until we find out who was behind the sabotage, I can¡¯t take on any subordinates. It¡¯s better this way¡ªfor both of us.¡±


    Forly¡¯s expression fell, disappointment clearly written on his face, but he nodded in understanding. Devor gave him a reassuring smile. ¡°You¡¯re always welcome to come to me for advice. If you ever need help, I¡¯ll do my best to assist you.¡±


    A small smile returned to Forly¡¯s face. ¡°Thank you, Senior. I¡¯ll keep working hard, and one day, I¡¯ll be proud to stand beside you as your equal.¡±


    After a few more words, Forly left, promising to wait for Devor¡¯s return to the Spiritual Garden. Devor watched him go, a soft sigh escaping his lips.


    As he reflected on their conversation, an idea sparked in his mind, "Could I test my Enlightenment Point system with Forly?"


    He¡¯d noticed that his Enlightenment Points tended to increase when he shared his knowledge, but with everything going on, he hadn¡¯t had the chance to explore this fully. Maybe, if he intentionally taught others, he could unlock even greater potential in the system.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    Two days later, the Sect disciple responsible for managing roles returned with an update.


    ¡°What?¡± Devor asked, his brows furrowing in confusion. ¡°They¡¯ll decide after the competition? Why wait?¡±


    The disciple shrugged, looking apologetic. ¡°I don¡¯t know. I¡¯m just here to pass on the Sect¡¯s orders.¡±


    Devor leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. The Sect hadn¡¯t exactly denied his return to the Spiritual Garden, but they hadn¡¯t approved it either. Instead, they¡¯d decided to postpone the decision until after the competition.


    The timing didn¡¯t make sense. Devor wasn¡¯t even participating in the competition¡ªwhy was it being linked to his return?


    ¡°Are they testing me?¡± Devor muttered under his breath, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden table as he tried to make sense of the Sect¡¯s reasoning.


    His mind wandered back to Sister Yulin¡¯s words, her voice ringing in his ears: ¡°Everything the Sect does has a purpose. You just need to wait and see.¡±


    Maybe she was right. It was probably best to hold off and let things unfold.


    With no other option, Devor accepted the situation and decided to wait it out. The disciple left, promising to return with the Sect¡¯s decision once it was made.


    ¡°Open Profile,¡± Devor murmured softly to himself, his voice barely more than a whisper.


    The profile appeared before him:


    [Name: Devor Li]


    [Gender: Male]


    [Age: 17/135]


    [Cultivation: Stage-8 Qi Refining Realm]


    [Spiritual Energy: 1344/1344]


    [Spiritual Root: Five-Color Root]


    [Knowledge: 148 Books]


    [Enlightenment Realm (Points): 18/100 (to access)]


    [Abilities: Ultimate Synthesis, Attribute Analyzer, Ultimate Comprehension (Lv3)]


    ¡°I¡¯m getting closer to the peak of the Qi Refining Realm,¡± Devor murmured to himself, his brow furrowed in thought. ¡°I don¡¯t need to keep refining the Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique anymore. What I really need now is to deepen my understanding and start laying the foundation for the Foundation Building Technique.¡±


    With his path clear, Devor activated Ultimate Synthesis and closed his eyes.


    This ability wasn¡¯t just about refining techniques or boosting physical strength. It allowed him to enhance his understanding of the knowledge he already had, combining insights and uncovering details most people would overlook.


    Just like when he was a child, Ultimate Synthesis had given him a deep clarity about Spiritual Plants, allowing him to learn in a fraction of the time it took others.


    As he immersed himself in his cultivation technique, time seemed to slip away unnoticed. Before he realized it, the Sect Competition was set to start the very next day.


    Devor had no interest in attending. While the competition was a big deal for most disciples, it held no relevance for him. He had planned for a quiet evening, but that was interrupted by a gentle knock on his door.


    Opening his Spiritual Sense, Devor immediately recognized the figure outside¡ªit was Yulin.


    He rose from his meditation mat, walked over to the door, and opened it to find her standing there. Her dark blue robe, a striking reminder of her status as an Inner Disciple, stood out against the dim light.


    "Hm? Why do you look so miserable?" Yulin asked, her sharp eyes catching the faint trace of displeasure on Devor¡¯s face.


    "Huh? It¡¯s nothing!" Devor quickly replied, rubbing his face and forcing a smile. "Good evening, Sister Yulin!"


    Yulin raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "You should be doing better than this," she said, a hint of irritation in her voice. "Come on, follow me!"


    Without waiting for a response, she grabbed his wrist and began pulling him out of the room.


    "Uh, where are we going?" Devor asked, flustered, trying to resist her pull. "I didn¡¯t close my door!"


    Yulin casually waved her hand, sending a pulse of energy that slammed the door shut behind them with a loud thud.


    Devor swallowed, startled by how effortlessly she had done it. He had forgotten how much stronger Yulin had gotten since becoming an Inner Disciple.


    "We''re going to watch the competition," Yulin said matter-of-factly, not slowing down. "I reserved seats for three people, and they weren¡¯t cheap."


    Devor¡¯s steps faltered. "But I don¡¯t need to watch the competition, right?" he asked, his voice tinged with reluctance.


    Yulin stopped dead in her tracks and spun to face him, her sharp gaze narrowing. ¡°You spend way too much time holed up,¡± she snapped. ¡°This competition is your chance to see cultivators in action and learn from them. Watching battles is key to understanding real combat!¡±


    Devor sighed but knew better than to argue. He picked up his pace to match hers. ¡°If this world had TVs, I could just watch from home,¡± he muttered under his breath.


    Yulin stopped abruptly, looking at him with confusion. ¡°What¡¯s a TV?¡± she asked, her brows furrowing.


    Devor froze, his heart skipping a beat. He had accidentally mentioned something from his previous life! ¡°Uh¡­ forget it,¡± he said quickly, his voice coming out higher than usual. ¡°Just something random I said.¡±


    Yulin stared at him for a moment longer, clearly not buying his excuse, but she didn¡¯t press the issue. ¡°Fine. But no more weird distractions. Let¡¯s go,¡± she said, tugging him along again.


    As they walked, Devor mentally kicked himself for the slip. " I need to be more careful," he thought. " The last thing I need is for someone to start asking questions I can¡¯t answer."

 Chapter 36 - Lessons from the Arena

    The night sky stretched out, a vast expanse filled with shimmering stars that bathed the Gladiator Arena in a soft, ethereal glow. The roar of the crowd rolled through the air like a tidal wave, its energy so powerful it seemed to vibrate the very ground beneath their feet.


    The arena was an immense structure, its towering stands packed with spectators from all walks of life. From the highest rows to the closest seats near the marble floor, every inch of space was filled with Sect members. Outer Disciples, Inner Disciples, Apprentices, and even Nameless Disciples filled the stands, along with a few Sect Elders, all eagerly waiting for the annual competition to begin.


    Amid the hum of excitement, Devor and Yulin walked down a long corridor leading to the VIP section. As they stepped out, the arena spread out before them in all its grandeur.


    The field below gleamed under the bright lights, the smooth marble surface etched with ancient runes that shimmered faintly, a reminder of the power once infused into the very foundation of the Sect.


    Devor paused, his eyes wide as he took it all in. ¡°This place... it¡¯s alive,¡± he said, his voice filled with awe.


    Yulin shot him a teasing glance, her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall. ¡°Of course it is. It''s not just Outer and Inner Disciples here. Even Apprentices and Nameless Disciples wouldn¡¯t miss a chance to watch the competition.¡±


    They continued on to a section reserved for Inner Disciples, where three plush seats awaited them. One of them was already occupied by Liara.


    Graceful and composed, Liara exuded an air of calm, her serene presence radiating a quiet strength. Her sharp eyes scanned the arena below, absorbing every detail without missing a thing.


    As Devor and Yulin approached, she turned toward them, offering a gentle smile. ¡°You¡¯re late,¡± she said simply, but her tone carried no reproach.


    Yulin let out a dramatic sigh, casting Devor an accusing look. ¡°This guy was impossible. He almost didn¡¯t even come and nearly wasted my money!¡±


    ¡°Is that true, Devor?¡± Liara asked, raising an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to him with curiosity.


    Devor shook his head quickly, his face flushing with embarrassment. ¡°I had no idea she invited me!¡±


    Yulin frowned. ¡°I sent a bird with a message. You didn¡¯t get it?¡±


    ¡°A bird?¡± Devor asked, completely confused. He hadn¡¯t seen any bird.


    Yulin groaned, rubbing her temples. ¡°Great. I must¡¯ve been so busy I didn¡¯t realize it never got to you. My bad.¡±


    Liara chuckled softly, her smile widening as she watched the exchange between them.


    Still confused, Devor gave up trying to piece it together. He followed Yulin¡¯s lead, taking the seat beside her while she settled next to Liara.


    His gaze drifted across the VIP section, spotting the sea of disciples dressed in dark blue robes. Only a handful wore lighter blue, marking them as the elite of the elite.


    "By the way, congratulations on finishing your punishment," Liara said, tilting her head slightly as her calm eyes met Devor¡¯s.


    "Thanks," Devor replied, offering a small smile, grateful for her sincerity.


    "The first match starts tomorrow morning," Yulin chimed in, glancing up at the dark sky above.


    Devor frowned. "Then why are we here so early?"


    Yulin shot him an exasperated look. "Because if we showed up later, it would¡¯ve been a madhouse. We¡¯d never get in."


    As they settled into their seats, Yulin began to explain the details of the competition, well aware that Devor hadn¡¯t bothered to learn anything about it beforehand.


    When she mentioned that the competition would last a whole week, Devor¡¯s eyes widened. "Seven days? Who wants to watch something that long?" he muttered, clearly baffled.


    Yulin ignored his comment and carried on. She explained that the competition was split into two parts: one for Outer Disciples and another for Inner Disciples.


    The Outer Disciples competed in categories based on their cultivation realms¡ªQi Refining and Foundation Building. Meanwhile, the Inner Disciples had just two categories: Core Formation and Golden Core, thanks to the smaller number of disciples at those levels.


    She went on to explain that Outer Disciples who reached the Core Formation Realm could choose to compete in the Inner Disciples¡¯ matches. It was a rare opportunity for them to prove themselves and, if they performed well enough, earn a promotion to Inner Disciples.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    ¡°What? There are Core Formation cultivators among the Outer Disciples?¡± Devor asked, his voice filled with disbelief.


    Yulin turned to him, her expression suddenly serious. ¡°Do you think I became an Inner Disciple just because I reached Core Formation?¡±


    Her cold tone caught Devor off guard. He opened his mouth to respond but found himself at a loss for words.


    Yulin continued, her voice softer but still firm. ¡°Becoming an Inner Disciple isn¡¯t just about your cultivation level, Devor. It¡¯s about your potential, your mindset, and proving you''re worthy of the title. Reaching Core Formation is just the beginning. If that¡¯s all someone has to offer, they¡¯re nothing special.¡±


    Devor nodded slowly, her words settling in. He realized there was much more to the Sect¡¯s hierarchy than just raw power. It was about skill, resourcefulness, and the ability to face and overcome challenges.


    The weight of Yulin¡¯s words lingered as the three sat in silence, gazing out at the grand arena. Tomorrow, the matches would begin, and with them, the chance for fierce competition and unforgettable battles.


    ¡°If they reach Golden Core, the Sect promotes them to Inner Disciple automatically,¡± Yulin scoffed. ¡°But here¡¯s the thing¡ªyou need to understand that the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s hierarchy is different. Unlike other sects where talent alone might be enough, here, only exceptional cultivation or truly remarkable achievements in a specific area will earn you the title of Inner Disciple. Take me, for example.¡±


    Devor¡¯s eyes narrowed, his gaze lingering on Yulin. For the first time, he saw her in a different light. There was a quiet strength beneath her usual cheerfulness¡ªsomething he hadn¡¯t fully noticed before.


    Yulin caught his look and let out a soft chuckle, though a slight edge colored her tone. ¡°What¡¯s with that expression? Did you think you¡¯ve been underestimating me all along? That I wasn¡¯t strong enough to deserve my promotion?¡±


    Devor blinked, caught off guard. ¡°No, of course not¡ª¡±


    But Yulin¡¯s smirk interrupted him, her graceful presence carrying a weight that made his posture stiffen.


    After a beat, she softened, brushing the tension aside. ¡°Anyway,¡± she said, ¡°let me explain the competition setup so you don¡¯t sit there completely clueless.¡±


    ¡°The preliminary selection¡¯s already finished. Out of all the participants, only a hundred remain. Now, they¡¯ll face off in one-on-one duels. The losers are eliminated immediately, and this continues until there¡¯s only one victor left.¡±


    Devor nodded, his interest piqued. He leaned in slightly, eager to hear more.


    As the crowd''s murmurs grew louder with anticipation, the sun began to rise, casting a warm golden light over the Gladiator Arena. The vast field, etched with ancient patterns, shimmered beneath the sun¡¯s rays, giving the whole place an air of grandeur.


    In the center of the arena stood a middle-aged man in black robes. His voice, amplified by spiritual energy, rang out across the space, silencing the spectators.


    ¡°Each participant will wear a special robe imbued with protective runes,¡± he announced. ¡°These robes represent your Health Points. The duel ends when your robe¡¯s Health Points are depleted, regardless of your physical condition.¡±


    He paused, letting the words settle. ¡°Victory will depend on strategy, adaptability, and exploiting your opponent¡¯s weaknesses. Reckless attacks will only lead to defeat.¡±


    The man¡¯s sharp gaze scanned the crowd. ¡°Referees will step in if needed to ensure no fatal injuries occur. Now, let the competition begin!¡±


    One by one, the names of participants were called, and a hundred Qi Refining Realm cultivators stepped forward to line up in the center of the arena. After bowing respectfully, they spread out as the first two names were announced, signaling the start of the opening duel.


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    For the next week, Devor watched the competition unfold with unwavering focus. From his seat in the VIP section, he observed each duel carefully, mentally cataloging the techniques, tactics, and strategies displayed by the participants.


    The first match that truly caught Devor¡¯s attention was between two Qi Refining Realm cultivators. One of them relied on basic techniques like Palm Strike and Sword Qi, but what really stood out was his use of the terrain. He kept his distance, forcing his opponent into making mistakes, slowly wearing him down without ever directly engaging.


    Devor nodded to himself, recognizing an important lesson: mastering the battlefield and controlling the flow of combat could be just as crucial as raw power.


    As the days went by, Devor started to see patterns emerge. Each cultivator had their own rhythm and style, and unlike the Spiritual Beasts he¡¯d faced in Beastbound Hollow, these opponents weren¡¯t predictable. Their creativity and quick thinking made every fight feel like a complex game of chess.


    In one duel, a cultivator used the Earth Shatter Technique to destabilize the ground beneath his opponent, shifting the momentum of the fight in an instant. In another, a contestant employed illusory techniques to create shadow clones, tricking his opponent into attacking the wrong target, setting up the perfect opportunity for a devastating counterstrike.


    Every match was a lesson in itself. Devor paid close attention to how the fighters adapted to each other¡¯s strengths and weaknesses. He also noticed their ability to stay calm under pressure¡ªsomething he realized he still needed to work on.


    By the time the Core Formation and Golden Core level battles began, Devor felt a bit overwhelmed by the sheer speed and complexity of their techniques. He couldn¡¯t keep up with every move, but he understood that at these advanced levels, mastery of spiritual energy and a deep understanding of the natural laws were the true keys to victory.


    Still, it was the Qi Refining Realm and Foundation Building duels that left the deepest impression on him. These battles highlighted the stark difference between an ordinary cultivator and an extraordinary one¡ªreaction speed, mental toughness, and the creative use of techniques were the true deciding factors.


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    Each night, Devor reflected on what he¡¯d seen, replaying the matches in his mind. He pictured himself practicing the techniques, refining his strategies, and applying the lessons he¡¯d learned to his own future battles.


    By the end of the competition, Devor felt like he¡¯d gained years of experience. Watching these duels had opened his eyes to a whole new world of possibilities.


    ¡°This isn¡¯t just about power or spiritual energy,¡± he murmured to himself. ¡°It¡¯s about resilience, adaptability, and the will to keep improving.¡±


    As the final cheers rang out through the Gladiator Arena, Devor clenched his fists, a new fire burning in his eyes. The road ahead was still long, but for the first time, he felt confident in his ability to walk it¡ªone step at a time.

 Chapter 37 - The Announcement That Changed Everything

    After the competition ended, Devor slumped back into his seat, his body drained of all energy. A week of analyzing intense battles had worn him down, both mentally and physically.


    Six hours of meditation every twelve hours might be enough for most cultivators, but the constant focus had left Devor feeling like he''d just run a marathon without a single break. Sleep¡ªsomething he could usually forgo for days¡ªwas now a luxury he desperately craved.


    As the deafening roar of the crowd faded into distant murmurs, Devor¡¯s eyelids grew heavy, offering him a brief moment of relief. His body, once tense with strain, began to relax¡ªuntil¡ª


    "Why is the Sect Master here all of a sudden?" Yulin¡¯s sharp, startled voice cut through the air, snapping Devor back to full alertness.


    "The Sect Master?" Devor repeated, his voice thick with confusion. He blinked, trying to clear his vision. He''d never seen the Azure Sky Sect Master in person before, and certainly hadn¡¯t expected to witness such an event now.


    Following Yulin''s gaze, Devor¡¯s eyes locked onto the figure floating high above the arena, his presence commanding the attention of everyone below.


    The Sect Master was the epitome of grace and power. His light blue hair sparkled like liquid crystal under the sun, flowing freely behind him with an almost ethereal quality. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see through everything, a gaze so intense it could freeze even the most seasoned cultivators in their tracks. Draped in a light blue Taoist robe, intricately embroidered with a white dragon so lifelike it almost seemed ready to spring to life, his aura exuded an unmistakable sense of divinity.


    "So captivating," Devor murmured to himself, utterly mesmerized. He had encountered cultivators of incredible beauty before, including Yulin, whose striking presence turned heads wherever she went. But the Sect Master was different¡ªhis presence wasn¡¯t just striking; it was unforgettable.


    The Sect Master¡¯s deep, commanding voice rang out across the arena, instantly silencing the murmurs of the massive crowd.


    "The annual competition has concluded," he announced. "Your efforts have been extraordinary. You''ve all exceeded our expectations. Your futures are full of promise."


    The top three competitors stood at the edge of the field, bowing deeply, their faces solemn with respect. Their reverence for the Sect Master was clear.


    "Relax," the Sect Master continued, his voice steady and reassuring. "There are no signs of war. We¡¯ve enjoyed two decades of peace, and our relations with the other great sects remain strong."


    The crowd erupted in cheers, the sound sweeping through the arena like a tidal wave. While the Sect Master¡¯s words didn¡¯t guarantee safety beyond the sect¡¯s walls, they brought a sense of relief. For now, at least, there were no signs of major conflict.


    Devor surveyed the students around him, their faces alight with joy. Yet, despite the celebratory atmosphere, a knot of unease tightened in his chest. Peace, he knew, was a delicate thing. All it took was one spark to ignite chaos.


    The Sect Master raised his hand, and the arena fell into instant silence. Every student¡¯s gaze was fixed on him, their attention unwavering.


    "We, the ten great sects¡ªincluding Azure Sky Sect¡ªhave come together to host an inter-sect competition," he announced. His calm voice carried a subtle, knowing smile. "The rewards are unlike anything you¡¯ve ever seen. Treasures beyond your wildest dreams await those who succeed."


    A ripple of excitement swept through the crowd. Even Yulin, usually so composed, couldn¡¯t hide her growing restlessness. Her breathing quickened, and she leaned forward slightly, caught up in the tension of the moment.


    Devor¡¯s heart raced. Ten sects? The prizes for such a competition would be priceless, no doubt. But the sheer scale of it was overwhelming. The odds of even being chosen, let alone winning, seemed nearly impossible for someone like him.


    "This competition will be called the Heavenly Troop Tournament," the Sect Master continued, his voice unwavering. "Its goal is to teach you how to survive in the wilderness, build teamwork, and refine every aspect of your cultivation. It will forge unbreakable bonds between comrades."


    The arena hummed with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. Devor swallowed hard, his palms slick with sweat. An inter-sect competition meant facing the top talents from nine other sects. It wasn¡¯t just about skill¡ªit was about survival.


    "Each sect will send one team," the Sect Master continued, his tone measured and firm. "The competition will be divided into three categories: Golden Core, Core Formation, and Foundation Building and below."


    A murmur of excitement rippled through the students, but Devor¡¯s stomach tightened. Competing against Foundation Building cultivators? For someone still stuck in the Qi Refining Realm, the gap in strength felt like a wall he¡¯d never scale.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    "Each team will have ten members," the Sect Master went on, his voice steady. "The roles will be varied: one Team Captain, three Fighters, one Alchemy Master, one Forging Master, one Array Master, one Medical Master, one Scout, and one Spiritual Farmer."


    Devor¡¯s breath caught in his throat. A Spiritual Farmer? His heart skipped a beat. He¡¯d never imagined his role would be included in such a high-stakes competition.


    "Do you see that, Devor?" Yulin nudged him, her eyes alight with excitement. "This is your chance. They¡¯ve included a Spiritual Farmer for a reason."


    Devor opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His mind was a whirl of questions and doubts. How could he possibly stand among fighters, alchemists, and forgers in such a fierce competition?


    The Sect Master¡¯s final words rang in his ears, underscoring the weight of the moment.


    "This isn¡¯t just a test of strength," the Sect Master said, his voice carrying authority. "It¡¯s a test of unity and adaptability. Every role is crucial to the team¡¯s survival. Choose your paths wisely."


    Devor clenched his fists, a new sense of determination growing within him. He had spent years perfecting his skills as a Spiritual Farmer, always feeling like his role was overlooked in the broader world of cultivation.


    But now, the Sect had given him a chance to prove that even a Spiritual Farmer could make a difference in something truly extraordinary.


    For the first time, Devor didn¡¯t feel like just an observer of the cultivation world. He felt like he was finally part of it, ready to play his part in its vast, ever-turning wheel.


    The students stood still, their minds racing as they absorbed the details of the announcement. The idea of assembling teams with such diverse roles showed that this competition wasn¡¯t just about raw strength¡ªit was a test of strategy, coordination, and adaptability. Each team would need to rely on the unique skills of its members to overcome challenges and fill in any gaps.


    The Sect Master¡¯s commanding voice cut through the buzz, drawing the students¡¯ focus once more. "We¡¯ve chosen three captains for each division," he declared, his tone firm but energizing. "These captains will select their teams. However," he added, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, "if you believe you¡¯re more suited for a spot, you may challenge their choices. If you win, you take their place."


    A ripple of excitement spread through the arena. Confidence lit up the faces of several students. The chance to prove themselves and claim a spot on one of the teams was suddenly within their reach.


    "Each participant in this tournament will receive a reward of considerable value," the Sect Master concluded, his calm, authoritative voice carrying a sense of finality. "Even those who don¡¯t place will receive resources vital to their cultivation journey."


    Cheers erupted, the sound of applause and shouts echoing throughout the arena. Excitement filled the air as every student¡¯s mind raced with possibilities.


    Devor exhaled softly, his expression thoughtful. As confident as he was in his abilities as a Spiritual Farmer, he knew his cultivation level put him at a disadvantage compared to his peers. He could excel in his role, but he was keenly aware that this competition would ultimately test combat skills. His contribution might sharpen the team¡¯s edge, but it wouldn¡¯t be enough to secure victory on its own.


    Beside him, Yulin shifted restlessly, though for a different reason. A hint of regret passed over her face as she murmured, "If I¡¯d stayed in the Foundation Building Realm just a little longer, I¡¯d have had a stronger chance of being picked for the Foundation Building Team."


    Devor glanced at her, confused. "You¡¯re regretting breaking through to Core Formation?"


    Yulin didn¡¯t answer, her eyes locked on the stage.


    "The first captain of the Golden Core Division," the Sect Master announced, "is Yinan."


    The murmurs in the crowd grew louder as a figure descended smoothly from the sky. Yinan landed lightly on the stage, his movements fluid and commanding. He bowed deeply to the Sect Master before turning to face the students.


    "I am Yinan, one of the Core Disciples of the Azure Sky Sect," he announced, his voice firm yet respectful. His dark blue robe shimmered with intricate golden embroidery, radiating a quiet but undeniable authority. "I am at Stage-6 Nascent Soul. I¡¯m honored to stand here, and I¡¯m deeply grateful to the Sect Master, the Hall Masters, and the Elders for entrusting me with this responsibility."


    Devor furrowed his brows, leaning closer to Yulin. "Nascent Soul? Core Disciple? What does all that mean?" he whispered, his curiosity piqued.


    Yulin¡¯s lips curved into a faint smile, her admiration for Yinan clear. "Nascent Soul is a stage above Golden Core," she explained quietly. "And Core Disciples are the cream of the crop. They¡¯re handpicked by the Sect¡¯s leaders to be their personal students. Becoming a Core Disciple isn¡¯t just about cultivation¡ªit¡¯s about potential, character, and the ability to grow into one of the Sect¡¯s pillars."


    Devor¡¯s eyes widened. Suddenly, Yinan¡¯s status as a Core Disciple felt much more significant.


    "Yinan wasn¡¯t all that remarkable at first," Yulin said, her voice calm but assured. "But everything changed once he became a Core Disciple. With one of the Hall Masters personally guiding him, his cultivation and strength soared, far surpassing the typical cultivator at his stage."


    Devor frowned, processing her words. "So, the Sect leaders have complete control over selecting the Core Disciples?"


    Yulin nodded, her gaze distant as she thought about it. "The process is very thorough. The Sect leaders are said to have the ability to sense hidden potential in students¡ªpotential that no one else might see. They believe that with the right guidance, even the most ordinary student can achieve greatness."


    Her eyes flicked briefly toward Devor before she continued, "There¡¯s a saying attributed to the Sect Master: ''If out of thirty students, only one excels, then the teacher is unworthy of teaching the other twenty-nine.''"


    Devor blinked, taken aback by the statement. The words hit him deeply, reminding him of his past life on Earth. How many teachers truly had the skill to help struggling students succeed? Too often, he had seen teachers boast about a single star pupil while the rest fell through the cracks.


    He couldn¡¯t help but admire the philosophy of the Azure Sky Sect. Their focus on uncovering and nurturing hidden potential felt profound, like an unwavering commitment to helping every student grow.


    "That¡¯s what makes this sect so different," Devor murmured, his thoughts swirling.


    Yulin glanced at him, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "It¡¯s more than different. It¡¯s why so many people want to join the Azure Sky Sect. The path may be tough, but those who persevere are transformed into something extraordinary."


    Devor nodded, his chest tight with a mix of awe and determination. For the first time, he felt like he was beginning to understand the true essence of the sect¡ªand the weight of the responsibility that came with being a part of it.

 Chapter 38 - Selection of Fate

    The air was thick with anticipation as the team selection began. The excitement buzzed through the arena like electricity, every spectator eager to see who would make the cut. With the annual competition just wrapping up, the atmosphere was charged with passion and determination.


    Yinan, the Captain of the Golden Core team, walked confidently to the center of the field. His commanding presence demanded attention, and his face showed the weight of the responsibility he bore. Each step was deliberate, as he prepared to announce the names of those he had carefully chosen for the team since taking on his role.


    ¡°Listen up, everyone,¡± Yinan¡¯s voice rang out, strong and unwavering, echoing across the arena. ¡°Here are the members of our team.¡±


    One by one, he called out the names of the selected disciples. Most were champions from the recent competition, their skills already proven. As each one stepped forward, they carried themselves with pride, their strides sure and their gazes unshakable.


    Naturally, not everyone was happy with the choices. Challengers quickly emerged, eager to contest the coveted Fighter positions. The tension in the arena hit a new high as challengers stepped forward, ready to fight for their spot.


    What followed was a series of fierce duels that had the crowd on the edge of their seats. Shouts of excitement filled the air as spiritual energy surged, lighting up the field with brilliant displays of skill and power. In the end, only one Fighter spot changed hands, the rest remaining firmly with the original selections.


    The roles of Alchemy Master, Forging Master, and Array Master were announced next. This part of the selection went smoothly, as the chosen disciples were already well-known for their exceptional skills, leaving few to challenge them. The battles that followed were brief but intense, leaving no room for doubt about who deserved the positions.


    Six hours later, the final lineup for the Golden Core team was complete. The crowd, exhausted but exhilarated, eagerly awaited the next round of selections.


    Now it was time for the Core Formation team.


    Arinyu, the captain of the Core Formation team, floated gracefully to the center of the arena. Her striking features and commanding presence immediately captured the crowd¡¯s attention. As an Inner Disciple, her reputation spoke for itself, and the respect she commanded was clear in the silence that fell over the spectators.


    Devor, seated in the VIP section alongside Yulin and Liara, leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with fascination.


    "I could watch this all day," Devor said, his voice full of excitement. "The matches are so dynamic. It¡¯s like a dance between strategy and power."


    Yulin sighed deeply, her voice tinged with regret. "I wish I could compete," she murmured, folding her arms across her chest.


    Devor glanced over at her, sensing the frustration behind her words. At Stage-1 Core Formation, Yulin was outclassed in this division, and because of that, she couldn¡¯t even participate in the Foundation Building category.


    Liara sat next to Yulin, her eyes flicking toward him with curiosity. "Don¡¯t students in the Qi Refining Realm still have a shot at making the Foundation Building team? You¡¯ve got a chance, Devor," she said, her voice laced with quiet hope.


    Devor chuckled softly, shaking his head. "If there were a separate division for Qi Refining cultivators, I might feel more confident. But going up against Foundation Building cultivators? That¡¯s a whole different ballgame. Their spiritual energy is denser, and their Spiritual Farmer techniques are on another level entirely."


    His tone wasn¡¯t bitter¡ªjust a straightforward acknowledgment of the gap in power.


    "You¡¯re selling yourself short," Yulin interrupted, her voice firm. "The way you nurture spiritual plants is unlike anything I¡¯ve seen. You create balanced ecosystems where everything supports each other¡ªthat¡¯s not something every Spiritual Farmer, even at higher levels, can pull off."


    Devor gave a small, appreciative smile, a warmth spreading in his chest at her words. "Thanks, Sister Yulin. Maybe one day, I¡¯ll be able to stand among them."


    As the hours wore on, the matches for the Core Formation team ended with the same intensity as the ones before. By the time the final lineup was set, the first light of dawn was creeping over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the arena.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    The crowd''s murmurs quieted as the Sect Master returned to the stage. His mere presence commanded attention, and as soon as he stepped up, all eyes were on him.


    "Captain of the Foundation Building Team, step forward," the Sect Master called, his voice calm yet authoritative.


    A figure rose from the crowd, moving with a regal, confident grace. His deep blue robe, edged with intricate golden trim, flowed around him as he descended to the stage, landing lightly on the ground. He bowed respectfully to the Sect Master before turning to face the audience.


    ¡°My name is Versti,¡± he began, his deep voice carrying effortlessly across the arena. ¡°I am a Core Disciple of the Azure Sky Sect, at Stage-7 Core Formation.¡±


    The crowd murmured in awe. Stage-7 Core Formation placed him among the most powerful in this division.


    ¡°It is a great honor to be entrusted with this responsibility by the Sect Master, the Hall Masters, and the Elders,¡± Versti continued, his tone firm and unwavering. His gaze swept over the crowd, sharp but welcoming, as if he was both assessing and inviting them.


    Devor watched him closely, his mind racing. The Sect Master¡¯s choice to appoint captains of such high caliber made one thing clear: the Heavenly Troop Tournament was a serious affair. Only the best would represent the Azure Sky Sect in the upcoming inter-sect competition.


    As Versti began naming his selected team members, Devor¡¯s stomach tightened. A mixture of awe and nervousness stirred within him. This was shaping up to be far more intense than he¡¯d imagined.


    Standing amidst the crowd, Devor''s heart raced with anticipation and doubt. He had come to terms with his slim chances¡ªjust as Yulin had pointed out¡ªbut still, a small hope lingered. Maybe, just maybe, his unique skill in cultivating Spiritual Gardens would catch someone¡¯s eye.


    Beside Devor, Yulin and Liara shared the same nervous energy, though for different reasons. Liara, a Foundation Building cultivator, knew her skills as a Spiritual Farmer didn¡¯t measure up to others in her realm. Yulin, however, watched with quiet pride, secretly hoping that Devor¡¯s name would be called.


    Versti continued with the selections, his calm demeanor and commanding presence quickly silencing the arena. As he called the names of the three champions from the recent competition, the air seemed to thicken with tension. Inner Disciples, eager to prove themselves, stepped forward to challenge the chosen few.


    The duels were fierce and relentless. The crowd erupted with every clash of spiritual energy, every dazzling display of skill. Within two hours, two of the champion spots were claimed by challengers. Only the top-ranked champion remained undefeated, his strength unshaken.


    Devor¡¯s gaze drifted through the crowd, landing on a familiar face¡ªSugu, an Inner Disciple who had joined the sect two years ago. Known for having the highest Spiritual Energy among the recent batch of Inner Disciples, Sugu¡¯s presence was magnetic.


    As the selections continued, one by one, the roles were filled¡ªFighters, Alchemists, Forging Masters. When Versti called out "Nyuru" for the position of Alchemy Master, Yulin let out a quiet sigh of relief.


    ¡°Nyuru,¡± Yulin murmured, a note of admiration in her voice. ¡°No one will challenge her. She¡¯s unrivaled in her field.¡±


    Devor glanced at her in curiosity. ¡°You know her?¡±


    Yulin nodded, a proud smile curling on her lips. "Of course. I¡¯ve worked with her before. She¡¯s an incredible Alchemist. Her talent is on another level."


    Devor could only nod in response, feeling his lack of connections more sharply than ever before.


    Finally, Versti addressed the crowd, his voice steady and commanding. "For the final member of the team... the Spiritual Farmer... I choose Devor Li."


    A stunned silence swept over the arena, followed by a wave of murmurs. Whispers rippled through the crowd as students tried to make sense of the name.


    Liara¡¯s jaw dropped. "Devor?!" she exclaimed, her wide eyes snapping toward him.


    Yulin, equally stunned, looked as if her soul had briefly left her body.


    "Is there another Devor Li in this sect?" Devor asked, bewildered, scanning the crowd for some clue.


    Before he could say more, Yulin yanked him by the ear, making him yelp. "You idiot! That¡¯s you! There¡¯s no other Devor Li here!"


    The realization struck Devor like a bolt of lightning. His body froze, and his mind raced. Had Versti really chosen him? It felt like a dream¡ªone that didn¡¯t quite belong to him.


    Around him, the other selected students soared confidently toward the arena on their flying swords. Devor, however, stood still, suddenly aware of one glaring issue¡ªhe had never figured out how to ride a flying sword.


    "Don¡¯t you dare embarrass me!" Yulin hissed, her frustration boiling over.


    "Should I... walk there?" Devor asked weakly, glancing between Yulin and the arena.


    Yulin groaned, slapping her forehead in frustration. Without another word, she pulled out a flying sword from her Spatial Ring, shoved him onto it, and activated it with a swift wave of her hand.


    "Go!" she ordered, sending him flying toward the center of the field.


    Devor clung to the sword for dear life, the wind rushing against his face, his heart pounding in his chest. Every eye in the arena was on him, making his anxiety feel even more suffocating.


    When the sword finally stopped in the middle of the field, just before Versti, Devor wobbled as he dismounted, his legs shaking beneath him.


    Versti greeted him with a warm, reassuring smile. "Congratulations, Devor Li. You''ve been chosen to join the team."


    Devor¡¯s heart raced. His hands trembled as he bowed stiffly, his movements awkward and far from the smooth grace of his peers. "Thank you, Senior... for this opportunity."


    The difference between Devor and the other team members was obvious. They radiated poise and confidence, while Devor¡¯s nervousness and disbelief were written all over him. Still, beneath his awkward exterior, there was a quiet spark of determination¡ªan unspoken promise to prove that Versti¡¯s choice wasn¡¯t a mistake.

 Chapter 39 - Earning His Place

    All eyes were on Devor. To the crowd, he stood out like a sore thumb among the newly assembled Foundation Building team. While the others radiated confidence, their combat skills and expertise far surpassed that of a mere Qi Refining cultivator like him.


    "Wait a second... isn''t he the Spiritual Farmer who screwed up the Spiritual Garden last year?" a disciple whispered, loud enough for those nearby to hear.


    "Oh, right! I almost forgot about that mess. Devor Li, wasn''t it?" another chimed in, voice dripping with sarcasm.


    "Why would Senior Versti pick someone like him? His reputation is a joke," someone else added, their tone mocking.


    The whispers quickly spiraled into a flurry of judgment, each word slicing deeper into Devor¡¯s composure. He stood tall, but his fists clenched at his sides, their words pricking at his resolve like tiny needles.


    The Spiritual Garden incident, though nearly a year old, was still fresh in many minds. Some suspected it had been a setup, but most preferred to revel in the scandal rather than seek the truth. After all, drama was always more exciting than facts.


    Seated in the VIP section, Yulin and Liara exchanged a glance, their annoyance clear. They knew the truth about what had happened¡ªthat Devor had been unfairly blamed¡ªbut they were well aware the crowd wouldn''t listen to reason.


    "Idiots," Yulin muttered, her fists tightening in frustration. Her usual calm demeanor cracked under the weight of their baseless gossip.


    Meanwhile, Versti remained unfazed by the growing noise. His calm, authoritative voice cut through the crowd like a razor. ¡°If anyone here thinks they can outdo Devor Li in Spiritual Farming, step forward and prove it. If you win, his position is yours.¡±


    The arena fell silent. The Sect Master¡¯s earlier rules still hung in the air¡ªanyone could challenge the captains¡¯ choices, but doing so meant risking their pride in front of thousands.


    That silence didn¡¯t last long.


    ¡°I¡¯ll take him on!¡± a disciple near the front called out, stepping forward with a gleam of eagerness in his eyes.


    ¡°Count me in!¡± another said, his voice dripping with disdain as he joined the others.


    ¡°Me too!¡±


    One by one, challengers stepped forward, their confidence growing with each new arrival. Soon, eight disciples stood in the arena, their gazes fixed on Devor with open hostility.


    Devor felt the weight of their stares, but instead of crumbling, he took a deep breath. The initial wave of panic had passed, leaving only quiet determination in its place.


    With steady hands and a calm expression, Devor met the eyes of his challengers. His heart raced, but his resolve was stronger than ever. This was his moment to prove himself¡ªnot just to the crowd, but to the Sect that had doubted him.


    ¡°It¡¯s now or never,¡± Devor thought, gripping the hilt of his simple sword.


    The disciples leaped onto their flying swords, soaring through the air with effortless grace before landing smoothly on the arena floor. A wave of anticipation swept through the stands as the challengers took their positions across from Devor.


    Versti moved his hands with fluid precision, his motions smooth and deliberate as he eased himself downward. At the same time, he controlled Devor¡¯s flying sword with practiced skill, keeping it steady beneath Devor, who stood firmly balanced on top of it. They descended together, landing in the center of the field with flawless coordination¡ªgraceful and silent, like eagles alighting on a branch.


    Versti was the first to land, his movements precise and controlled, as if gravity itself yielded to his authority. Devor followed closely behind, his landing less graceful but steady nonetheless.


    The eight challengers lined up before them, each radiating confidence. Among them, Devor spotted a familiar face¡ªSugu. His sharp features twisted in surprise upon seeing Devor among the chosen. Clearly, he hadn¡¯t expected Versti to pick someone like him.


    Versti raised a hand, silencing the crowd and signaling the challengers to wait. His commanding voice cut through the air, stopping any questions before they could form. ¡°Follow me,¡± he said simply, glancing at Devor.


    Devor nodded and fell into step behind him. His shoulders were squared, his face calm, though the whispers that followed him were impossible to ignore.


    When they reached the center of the arena, Versti turned to face the crowd, his voice booming across the stadium. ¡°This duel will not follow the traditional one-on-one format,¡± he announced, his tone unwavering.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    The challengers froze, exchanging confused glances. A few stepped forward, about to protest, but Versti¡¯s icy stare shut them down in an instant.


    ¡°Anyone who wishes to challenge Devor Li, step forward now,¡± Versti announced, his voice slicing through the tension. ¡°All of you will face him at once.¡±


    Gasps rippled through the crowd. Even the boldest challengers hesitated, their confidence faltering as unease took its place.


    Devor¡¯s breath caught in his throat. He hadn¡¯t expected this¡ªeight challengers, all likely more experienced than him, and he had to face them all at once?


    The challengers, once uncertain, began to move. They soared toward Versti on their flying swords in a steady stream. What had started as a handful of challengers quickly grew into a sea of determined disciples, their shared confidence buzzing in the air. Above them, the crowd erupted, their excitement reverberating through the massive arena like the roar of an incoming storm.


    In no time, over seventy challengers stood ready to prove themselves.


    Versti, unfazed by the growing number, raised a hand to silence the arena. His presence alone turned the noise into a distant murmur.


    "Given the overwhelming number of challengers," Versti said, his voice steady yet cutting, "I¡¯ll show you why I chose Devor Li. If any of you can surpass his achievements, the position is yours."


    The crowd shifted, their faces alight with curiosity. What could Devor, a mere Qi Refining cultivator with a tarnished reputation, possibly have done to earn this selection?


    Versti reached into his spatial ring and pulled out a gleaming white orb. He raised it high, channeling his spiritual energy into it. The orb lit up, radiating brilliant, multicolored light that shot upward like a beacon.


    A collective gasp swept through the arena as a massive image appeared in the sky, projected with perfect clarity. The display hovered over the field, stretching an impressive fifty meters across. Its sharp detail was so vivid it could rival even Earth¡¯s most advanced technology, captivating everyone in the stands.


    The crowd fell into stunned silence, their eyes fixed on the spectacle.


    Devor¡¯s heart skipped a beat. He recognized the scene instantly¡ªit was his small garden in the Beastbound Hollow!


    The silence in the arena grew heavier, the weight of the image settling over the crowd. What had once been a lively, noisy arena now seemed charged with reverence. Thousands of disciples stared up, some confused, others intrigued.


    ¡°This is why I chose Devor Li,¡± Versti¡¯s voice rang out, deep and commanding, slicing through the quiet. ¡°If any of you can surpass his achievements here, step forward and prove it.¡±


    The projection showed what appeared to be a simple garden at first glance. But the vibrant spiritual energy radiating from the plants told a different story. Streams of colorful energy swirled gracefully above the soil, creating a mesmerizing display that left the crowd in awe.


    To the untrained eye, it seemed like just an ordinary garden¡ªwith a few glowing effects. But to Spiritual Farmers and cultivators who understood the subtleties of plant cultivation, it was nothing short of remarkable.


    ¡°That... can¡¯t be real,¡± a Core Formation disciple muttered, his voice shaky with disbelief. ¡°Did he really do this?¡±


    A ripple of astonishment spread through the crowd. Those who recognized the significance of the image leaned in to explain it to their neighbors, sparking murmurs of admiration and shock.


    Yulin, watching from the stands, stood frozen. Her usual sharp tongue failed her, her mouth slightly open as she stared at the display.


    ¡°Yulin,¡± Liara whispered, awe in her voice, ¡°you visited him during his punishment. Why didn¡¯t you tell me about this? Devor has surpassed so many senior Spiritual Farmers!¡±


    ¡°I didn¡¯t know,¡± Yulin admitted, her voice unsteady. A wry smile tugged at her lips as she added, ¡°I knew his garden was special, but this... I never imagined it had reached this level.¡±


    In the center of the field, Versti stepped forward. His piercing gaze swept over the silent crowd, demanding their full attention.


    ¡°During his one-year punishment,¡± he began, his voice carrying a weight that commanded respect, ¡°Devor cultivated this fifty-square-meter garden in a cave, with limited sunlight and countless challenges.¡±


    The challengers shifted uneasily, their once-proud postures wilting. Confidence quickly gave way to doubt as the full weight of Devor¡¯s achievement began to sink in.


    "In less than a year," Versti¡¯s voice rang out, sharp as a hammer on steel, "he grew forty-three Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants in that tiny, confined space."


    Gasps echoed through the stands, followed by whispers of disbelief. Forty-three Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants? In a cave?


    Versti¡¯s gaze sharpened as he turned to face the challengers, his words slicing through the silence like a whip. "Tell me¡ªcan any of you match that?"


    The arena fell into a heavy silence. Versti¡¯s challenge hung in the air, suffocating the challengers, their confidence now shattered under the pressure of his words.


    Devor stood motionless, his hands trembling slightly at his sides. He could feel the weight of thousands of disciples¡¯ gazes burning into him¡ªhalf disbelief, half awe.


    The challengers, who had once stepped forward with boldness, now lowered their heads, their faces drained of color. The energy they¡¯d had moments ago seemed to vanish, crushed by the sheer scale of what they were now up against.


    Whispers spread quickly through the crowd.


    "Forty-three Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants¡­ that¡¯s unheard of."


    "Even Senior Spiritual Farmers would struggle with that under ideal conditions. He did it in a cave?"


    "Looks like Versti¡¯s choice wasn¡¯t random after all."


    Yulin and Liara exchanged a glance. Yulin¡¯s chest swelled with pride, though she kept quiet. Liara simply smiled, her expression softening as she watched Devor stand tall in the arena.


    Versti¡¯s voice broke the silence. "If any of you think you can do better, now¡¯s your chance to prove it. Otherwise, step aside and make way for someone who¡¯s already earned his place."


    The silence stretched on for a few long moments, then, one by one, the challengers stepped back, avoiding Versti¡¯s gaze.


    The atmosphere shifted. The mocking whispers were gone, replaced by a quiet but undeniable sense of respect. Devor had earned his place, and no one could deny it now.


    Above him, the projection of his garden still shimmered, a glowing testament to his hard work and perseverance.


    Devor exhaled, his chest tightening with an unfamiliar feeling. It wasn¡¯t relief, nor pride. It was something deeper¡ªa sense of belonging, as if, for the first time in his life, he truly deserved to stand where he was.

 Chapter 40 - Recognition in the Arena

    The atmosphere in the grand arena had shifted completely. Devor¡¯s challengers, once brimming with arrogance and confidence, now stood frozen, caught between shock and awe. What he had just accomplished was nothing short of extraordinary¡ªit was almost miraculous. Even with the best tools and the perfect conditions, replicating his feat would be nearly impossible. Yet, despite having limited resources and facing immense challenges, Devor had done it.


    It wasn¡¯t just his mastery of Spiritual Plant cultivation that set him apart. It was something deeper¡ªan innate connection to the plants themselves. He didn¡¯t just grow them; he understood them¡ªtheir rhythms, their needs, their essence.


    A heavy silence settled over the arena as the weight of this realization hit. Then, breaking the stillness, an Outer Disciple slowly stepped forward. His movements were deliberate, his gaze unwavering as he made his way to the center of the field. With a deep bow and a respectful gesture toward Devor, he turned and made his way back to his seat.


    That one simple act ignited something.


    One by one, the other challengers followed suit, each offering their own bow of respect. The fiery determination that had once blazed in their eyes was now replaced by humility. They had entered the arena with the intent to prove their superiority, but now they saw the vast gulf between their abilities and Devor¡¯s.


    For what felt like an eternity¡ªbut was only ten minutes¡ªthe arena was filled with bowed heads and resigned sighs. Even the disciples who had reached the Core Formation Realm, the pride of their divisions, quietly conceded defeat. Devor¡¯s achievement was something that could not be matched by sheer force or raw energy. It required precision, patience, and an almost intuitive understanding of Spiritual Plants.


    The silence shifted into murmurs, then erupted into cheers as Devor¡¯s name echoed through the colosseum. What had started as whispers of doubt and mockery had transformed into a loud, unified chorus of admiration.


    Amidst the rising noise, Forly¡¯s voice rang out, full of enthusiasm. He jumped to his feet, waving excitedly. "I knew you¡¯d do it, Devor! Show them what you¡¯re made of!"


    Devor stood alone in the center of the arena, letting the growing noise wash over him. His emotions were a mix of disbelief and quiet pride. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined a moment like this¡ªstanding at the center of the sect¡¯s admiration, with thousands chanting his name.


    Above him, Versti gave a faint smile. His posture radiated calm authority, but the satisfaction in his expression was clear. He raised his hands, and the crowd immediately fell silent, their cheers fading into a hushed stillness.


    "With this demonstration, I officially declare Devor Li as the final member of my team, taking the role of our Spiritual Farmer." His voice was calm, but it carried easily across the vast arena.


    The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers rolling like thunder.


    In the VIP stands, Yulin and Liara clapped with enthusiasm, their faces glowing with pride.


    Yulin wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye, her heart swelling with emotion. She remembered Devor¡¯s journey¡ªfrom a humble apprentice, tasked with the most menial chores, to a cultivator now standing shoulder to shoulder with the sect¡¯s finest.


    Through it all, Devor had stayed true to his principles. He never sought shortcuts or compromised his beliefs. His cultivation, his approach to Spiritual Farming, and his view of balance within ecosystems¡ªall reflected the core of who he was.


    The arena seemed to tremble with the force of the cheers, as if the colosseum itself was celebrating Devor¡¯s triumph.


    Then, from high above, a figure descended with effortless grace. The Sect Master¡¯s mere presence demanded respect, and the arena quickly fell silent in awe. Hovering above the central field, his light blue robes, adorned with a brilliant white dragon, sparkled under the sunlight. His crystalline eyes swept over the crowd, finally settling on Devor.


    To the Sect Master, Devor was no longer just another disciple. He was a rare talent, one whose brilliance would only grow with time.


    "Disciples of the Azure Sky Sect," the Sect Master¡¯s voice rang out, deep and commanding, like a rolling wave. "The team selections for the upcoming Heavenly Troop Tournament are now complete."


    The crowd''s excitement surged once more. Even those not chosen couldn¡¯t help but feel the anticipation building for what was to come.


    The Sect Master¡¯s gaze shifted to the assembled teams. "Team Captains and members, make your way to Azure Mountain Peak. There, you will train, strategize, and prepare for the challenges ahead. Remember, this is not just a competition. It is a test of your unity, strategy, and perseverance. Your performance will reflect the honor and strength of the Azure Sky Sect."


    Two more Captains, representing the Golden Core and Core Formation divisions, stepped forward. Their teams lined up beside Versti¡¯s, creating an impressive display of discipline and strength.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    ¡°Thank you, Sect Master!¡± the disciples said in unison, bowing deeply.


    The Sect Master raised his hand, signaling for silence once more. ¡°This competition will be broadcast live for all to see.¡± His smile held meaning as it swept across the arena. ¡°Pay close attention, for these battles will teach you lessons no manual or lecture ever could. The strategies, decisions, and teamwork you¡¯ll witness will shape your understanding of cultivation in ways you can¡¯t yet imagine.¡±


    The disciples erupted into cheers again, their excitement for the tournament growing by the second.


    Devor, standing with his new team, exhaled slowly. The weight of the moment settled on him, but he felt ready. His name, once doubted, was now spoken with respect. As the cheers roared around him, Devor couldn¡¯t help but think about the road ahead¡ªthe challenges, the battles, and the growth that awaited him.


    With a simple wave of his hand, the Sect Master¡¯s figure shimmered and vanished, leaving behind an aura that felt almost divine, lingering in the air like a faint whisper. The grand arena fell silent, the echoes of his presence still resonating in the hearts of everyone who had witnessed his departure.


    Without hesitation, the Captains led their newly formed teams toward Azure Mountain Peak, one of the nine towering pillar mountains of the Azure Sky Sect.


    Versti placed a steady, reassuring hand on Devor¡¯s shoulder, a subtle warmth flowing through him that helped steady the younger disciple¡¯s nerves. ¡°Stay close,¡± he said, his voice calm but firm. With a burst of energy, Versti shot into the sky, Devor following closely behind on his flying sword.


    The rest of the team rose in unison, their swords cutting through the clouds like streaks of light in the vast, twilight sky. From below, the sight was breathtaking¡ªa synchronized display of power and grace that left the audience in awe.


    At the edge of the arena, Yulin stood motionless, her gaze fixed on the shrinking figures disappearing into the distance. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. ¡°He¡¯s come so far,¡± she whispered, her voice a fragile mix of pride and emotion.


    Just a year ago, Devor had been a shadow of his former self¡ªstripped of his reputation and responsibilities. Yet, he had risen from the ashes and transformed into someone entirely new¡ªa cultivator with unshakable determination. Yulin¡¯s heart swelled with pride, but there was a bittersweet ache too, knowing this was only the beginning of a much more dangerous journey.


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    Two hours later, Versti and his team gathered in a grand training hall at the summit of Azure Mountain Peak. The chamber buzzed with natural energy, the air thick with spiritual Qi that hummed with the essence of creation itself.


    Devor stood still, letting the energy wash over him. It was a sensation unlike anything he¡¯d ever experienced¡ªpotent and soothing at once, sharpening his senses and invigorating his spirit.


    Versti stood at the center of the hall, his presence both commanding and approachable. His expression was serious, his sharp eyes scanning each team member as if measuring their resolve.


    ¡°This competition will take place in a fragment world,¡± Versti began, his voice steady but heavy with meaning. ¡°Once we enter, each team will be positioned on the outskirts of the central region. To win, we¡¯ll need to fight our way through countless dangers and carve a path to the core, where the victory flag awaits.¡±


    Devor listened closely, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves.


    ¡°This won¡¯t be a simple journey,¡± Versti continued. ¡°The fragment world is vast, dangerous, and designed to test every aspect of our abilities. With the obstacles ahead, it could take us up to a year to reach the core.¡±


    A heavy silence settled over the room as the weight of Versti¡¯s words sank in. The team exchanged uncertain glances, but Versti pressed on without hesitation.


    ¡°That¡¯s why we have to operate as one, a single, cohesive unit. Every role on this team is vital¡ªevery member indispensable. You must support each other, combining your strengths and covering each other¡¯s weaknesses. Teamwork is our key to success.¡±


    Devor felt the responsibility of his role sink in. As the team¡¯s Spiritual Farmer, it was his job to provide the resources they would rely on¡ªplants for alchemy, forging, and survival. It was a crucial position, one often overlooked by most cultivators, but he knew it would be essential to their success.


    Devor didn¡¯t underestimate the weight of his responsibility. He knew better than anyone that a failure in his role could mean the difference between life and death for his team.


    Versti¡¯s sharp gaze landed on him, his expression softening just a fraction. ¡°Devor,¡± he said, his voice calm but direct. ¡°You¡¯re in charge of managing our raw resources. Is there anything you¡¯d like to share about the types of Spiritual Plants you plan to cultivate on this journey?¡±


    The sudden focus on him made Devor¡¯s pulse quicken. All eyes were on him now, including Versti¡¯s¡ªa leader whose quiet intensity always demanded the best. The pressure was overwhelming, but Devor knew this was his moment. This was where he could shine.


    Taking a steadying breath, Devor lifted his head, meeting the gazes of his teammates. His dark eyes gleamed with determination, and the weight of doubt lifted as he stepped into his expertise.


    ¡°I¡¯ve already begun drafting plans for a self-sustaining cultivation system,¡± Devor said, his voice steady and confident. ¡°The key will be creating portable spiritual fields¡ªspaces where plants can thrive in harmony, maximizing yield while minimizing energy use. I¡¯ll focus on versatile Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants, ones that can serve multiple purposes¡ªmedicine, nourishment, and even energy restoration.¡±


    The team listened intently, their initial skepticism giving way to curiosity. Even Versti tilted his head slightly, intrigued by Devor¡¯s newfound confidence.


    "I¡¯ll also include plants that improve the environment itself," Devor said, his tone confident yet focused. "These will increase the spiritual energy in the Spiritual Garden, keeping our raw resources stable. If we manage it properly, this setup will give us a solid edge over the other teams."


    There was a brief silence after his words, but it wasn¡¯t empty. It was the kind of silence that crackled with anticipation.


    ¡°Impressive,¡± Versti said at last, his faint smile returning. ¡°I chose you for a reason, Devor. Glad to see I wasn¡¯t mistaken.¡±


    Devor felt a rush of pride but quickly tempered it. There was no room for arrogance¡ªonly the drive to prepare.


    ¡°Let¡¯s not waste any more time,¡± Versti said firmly, his gaze sweeping over the rest of the team. ¡°We head to the fragment world in one month. Until then, we train, we plan, and we push ourselves to be our best. Let¡¯s start by sorting out our roles. Devor, you¡¯ll take the lead as our Spiritual Farmer¡ªlet¡¯s hear your thoughts.¡±


    The team¡¯s eyes shifted to Devor, each member watching him intently, waiting for him to share his thoughts.

 Chapter 41 - The Seeds of Strategy

    Devor ran his fingers over the intricate patterns on the ring, the faint glimmer of determination lighting his eyes. In front of him, a well-worn notebook lay open, its pages filled with neatly written notes¡ªcareful observations and insights he''d gathered over the years about cultivating Spiritual Plants.


    "I¡¯ve got a few ideas," he began, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable confidence. He scanned the room, his gaze settling on each person. "But to put them into action, I need to understand the whole team¡¯s needs¡ªespecially you, Senior Nyuru, as our Alchemy Master. The plants we grow should benefit everyone. We may also need to adjust our methods to make the best use of the materials we have."


    Versti leaned back, arms crossed, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He nodded slightly, a silent invitation for Devor to keep going. "Go on," he said, his voice warm with genuine interest.


    Devor turned to Nyuru, her calm, commanding presence filling the room. "Senior Nyuru," he said, addressing her directly, "could you tell me more about the Azure Soul Pill and Dragonskin Pill you¡¯ll be making? What are the key ingredients? I want to make sure we¡¯re growing the right plants for the team¡¯s needs."


    Nyuru¡¯s lips curled into a slight smile, her eyes sparkling with quiet amusement. "Of course," she said smoothly. "For the Dragonskin Pill, the main ingredients are Fierce Flame Grass, Ironheart Root, and Crimson Lotus. As for the Azure Soul Pill, it requires Azure Soul Flower, Moonshadow Vine, and Spiritual Essence Crystal."


    Devor nodded thoughtfully, flipping through the pages of his notebook. His fingers brushed over familiar notes as he reviewed his observations on the plants. After a moment, he looked up, his dark eyes now shining with purpose.


    "I¡¯ve been thinking," Devor said, his voice steady. "What if we swapped Fierce Flame Grass for Fire Orchid? Its fire energy is more stable and lasts longer. It might lack the explosive intensity of Fierce Flame Grass, but that stability could be a real advantage. Also, for the Azure Soul Flower, we could use the flowers and leaves for the pill, and process the stems into Spiritual Liquid. It could be really useful for supporting our Array Master."


    Nyuru raised an eyebrow, pausing for a moment to consider his words. Then, her expression softened into a smile of approval. "Fire Orchid, you say?" she mused. "Interesting. Stability over explosiveness¡­ it might just work here. And you¡¯re right about the stems. Extracting Spiritual Liquid from them could boost the efficiency of our formations. What if we added Twilight Berry, too? It could enhance the pill¡¯s spiritual regeneration properties."


    Devor¡¯s face brightened, her suggestion opening up even more possibilities in his mind. "Twilight Berry is a fantastic idea," he said, excitement creeping into his voice. "And for the Moonshadow Vine, I was thinking of Silverleaf Vine as a substitute. Its gentle energy would complement the calming effects of the pill and balance out the other ingredients."


    Nyuru¡¯s smile widened, her eyes lighting up with approval. "Silverleaf Vine is a solid choice. But what do you think of Lunar Dew Leaf? Its refreshing properties could really help enhance focus and clarity¡ªsomething that might be invaluable in prolonged battles."


    Devor fell quiet, his gaze turning distant as he carefully considered her suggestion. His mind raced through various possibilities, calculating how Lunar Dew Leaf would interact with the other plants in the formula.


    After a long pause, he nodded slowly. "You''re right," he said, finally. "Lunar Dew Leaf would fit better. When combined with the other plants, it would create a more balanced blend. If we grow them together in a single ecosystem, the flow of spiritual energy will be smoother, speeding up their growth and maintaining harmony in the garden. Over time, this ecosystem could even support higher-level plants, giving us access to more advanced resources."


    Nyuru¡¯s expression shifted to one of genuine excitement, admiration for Devor shining through. "This could be a real breakthrough," she said, her voice tinged with enthusiasm. "I¡¯ll start testing the pills with the ingredients you suggested, check for effectiveness, and keep an eye out for any side effects. And your garden formation, Devor¡ªit¡¯s going to be essential for keeping us combat-ready during the competition."


    Versti, who had been quietly watching their exchange, finally spoke, his voice full of pride. "This is exactly why I chose you, Devor," he said. "Your ability to think critically and adapt your methods for the team¡ªit''s what sets you apart. You¡¯ve proven that you¡¯re more than just support. You¡¯re a crucial part of our success."The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    Devor met Versti¡¯s gaze, a surge of pride and determination rushing through him. He straightened up, his confidence growing with every passing second.


    "Thank you, Senior Versti," Devor said sincerely. "I¡¯ll do everything I can to make sure our team has everything it needs to tackle any challenge."


    Versti nodded, his smile small but filled with quiet approval. "I¡¯m confident you will."


    The conversation between Devor and Nyuru grew more lively, their voices flowing smoothly as they assessed each Spiritual Plant. They debated the benefits, possible drawbacks, and whether each plant could thrive in the tough conditions of the competition¡¯s fragment world.


    Around them, the rest of the team stayed silent, their expressions a mix of surprise and reluctant admiration. No one had expected Devor, a mere Qi Refining cultivator, to display such a deep understanding of Spiritual Plants¡ªespecially not one that could hold its own against Nyuru, whose knowledge was legendary.


    Sugu, standing off to the side, watched Devor with a complex expression. He knew Nyuru¡¯s talents¡ªher alchemical skills were unmatched. Yet here was Devor, not only keeping up with her but offering ideas that even she found interesting. Sugu¡¯s earlier dismissal of Devor as an ordinary Spiritual Farmer now felt like a huge mistake.


    When the discussion with Nyuru wrapped up, Devor didn¡¯t stop. He turned to the rest of the team, addressing each of their specific needs with careful attention, leaving no doubt about his thorough understanding and commitment.


    "Your needs are just as important as hers," Devor said, turning his attention to Torni, the Array Master, then to Reeva, the Medical Master, and finally to the Forging Master. His voice was steady, filled with quiet confidence. "If we can cultivate Spiritual Plants that cater to each profession, we¡¯ll have a balanced team. No shortages, no delays."


    Versti, watching silently from his seat in the corner, allowed a small smile to form on his lips. His keen eyes stayed focused on Devor, a flicker of pride gleaming in his gaze.


    "Impressive," Versti thought to himself. "Senior Aoyun underestimated him. Devor''s abilities go far beyond what Aoyun described. His potential is limitless."


    Unaware of Versti''s thoughts, Devor kept working, his pen moving with precision as he sketched diagrams in his notebook. He mapped out the placement of each Spiritual Plant, planning a self-sustaining, efficient garden.


    Then, without looking up, he asked a surprising question, his voice calm but firm. "What about poison?"


    The room went quiet. Devor lifted his gaze, locking eyes with each of them. "We could grow poisonous Spiritual Plants to reinforce our front line," he suggested.


    Sugu, who had been watching with barely contained frustration, immediately stiffened. His arms crossed tightly over his chest, and a frown darkened his face.


    "What are you trying to say?" Sugu¡¯s voice was sharp, almost accusing. "Do you think we¡¯re so weak that we need poison to take down monsters?"


    Devor raised an eyebrow, surprised by the hostility in Sugu''s response. For a moment, irritation flared, but he quickly suppressed it, reminding himself to stay professional for the sake of the team.


    "This isn''t about questioning your strength," Devor replied evenly, though a slight sigh betrayed his frustration. "It''s about strategy. Poison could help us wear down monsters more quickly and reduce unnecessary risks."


    He shifted his gaze to Torni, the Array Master. "We could set up traps with poison-tipped arrows to weaken the monsters before we engage them directly," he suggested, his tone calm and measured.


    Torni, known for his sharp mind and precision with formations, considered the idea. "That could work," he said thoughtfully. "If we can lure large groups into trap zones and use poison to weaken them, we could save time and energy. It might even give us a big advantage in conserving resources."


    Reeva, the Medical Master, folded her arms, her expression focused. Her dark eyes gleamed with interest as she spoke. "If the competition lasts a year, gaining just ten more meters a day could make a huge difference. Devor¡¯s idea is practical. Poison could buy us valuable time and help avoid unnecessary injuries."


    Her calm, rational take was met with murmurs of agreement. Even the reigning champion of the annual competition gave a small nod, signaling his approval.


    Sugu clenched his jaw, his earlier confidence slipping away. The full weight of the team¡¯s support for Devor made him feel exposed. He had underestimated the Spiritual Farmer, and now the sting of his own arrogance was undeniable. Gritting his teeth, Sugu bit back any further objections and fell into silence.


    Devor, undisturbed by Sugu¡¯s earlier challenge, returned to his notebook, his focus unwavering. His attention remained fixed on the bigger picture¡ªensuring the team¡¯s success.


    Versti broke the silence with a quiet chuckle, his voice tinged with approval. "Well said. Poison isn''t a sign of weakness; it''s a tool. And when used wisely, tools can change the course of battle."


    Devor gave a small nod of acknowledgment, then continued. "I¡¯ll set aside a section of the garden for poisonous Spiritual Plants. I¡¯ll make sure they fit in with the other crops, without throwing off the balance of the ecosystem."


    Torni and Reeva exchanged approving glances, their trust in Devor growing with every word. Even Nyuru, who had started off curious but now respected him, couldn¡¯t help but admire his calmness and sharp insight.


    The team¡¯s confidence in Devor solidified. The path ahead remained uncertain, but one thing was clear: Devor¡¯s role as a Spiritual Farmer would be crucial to their success.

 Chapter 42 - The Art of Cultivation

    The conversation about the chosen Spiritual Plants grew more intense, the room humming with a mix of excitement and tension. Devor, calm and precise like a seasoned expert, took meticulous notes, refining every idea and suggestion. Each one had the potential to improve their formation or boost their resource sustainability.


    "Picking the right plants and materials is crucial for making effective pills, formations, and everything else," Devor said, his voice steady but thoughtful as he addressed the team. His eyes moved around the room, meeting the gaze of each person. "But this advantage won¡¯t last forever. Over time, we¡¯ll run low on resources, and if we don¡¯t adapt, we¡¯ll hit a wall."


    The room fell quiet, the weight of his words settling over them.


    "This competition," he continued, "isn¡¯t a race¡ªit¡¯s a marathon. Victory won¡¯t go to the fastest; it¡¯ll go to those who can keep a steady, efficient pace."


    Everyone nodded in agreement. Even Sugu, who had been skeptical of Devor¡¯s abilities before, couldn¡¯t help but be impressed by the younger man¡¯s confidence and practical approach.


    Devor carefully mapped out his suggestions, planning to test different combinations and formations once the Spiritual Garden was up and running. "The plants need to work in harmony," he explained. "We might need to swap out weaker elements as we go, making sure the balance is maintained."


    The conversation flowed smoothly, with half the team¡ªonce skeptical of Devor¡¯s expertise¡ªbeginning to recognize the depth of his knowledge and the logic behind his methods. It became clear that adaptability was going to be their strongest asset.


    ¡°As for the plants we¡¯ve chosen,¡± Devor added, ¡°creating a truly stable formation will take time. Rushing through this process could harm the entire ecosystem.¡±


    As the discussion began to wind down and the team prepared to test their ideas, Versti leaned forward, his sharp gaze locking onto Devor. His voice cut through the room, calm but unwavering.


    ¡°What about Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants?¡± Versti asked, his tone steady but serious. ¡°Are you sure you can cultivate more than 43 Earth-Grade Seeds in a garden as small as 50 square meters?¡±


    The room went silent. All eyes turned to Devor. Up until this point, the discussion had centered around Yellow-Grade Spiritual Plants¡ªno one had dared to bring up Earth-Grade ones.


    Devor¡¯s brow furrowed as his mind raced through the calculations. ¡°It¡¯s possible,¡± he said carefully, his voice steady but measured. ¡°But it would take a lot of time and preparation.¡± He held Versti¡¯s gaze, unwavering. ¡°For one, I¡¯d need to plant dozens of Yellow-Grade Spiritual Plants first to prepare the ecosystem. Planting Earth-Grade Seeds directly would cause imbalance and instability.¡±


    Nyuru nodded, her sharp eyes narrowing as she processed his words. ¡°Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants need far more nutrients and natural energy than Yellow-Grade ones. It¡¯s not something we can rush.¡±


    Devor gestured toward Nyuru. "Exactly. Things like the size of the garden, available natural energy, and even the weather will all be key factors."


    Versti folded his arms, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "The Spiritual Garden for the competition is exactly 50 square meters," he said, his tone even. "Just like the one you worked with in the cave."


    Devor blinked, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. The realization hit him. Had the small garden in Beastbound Hollow been part of a deliberate training exercise? Had the sect designed it to prepare him for this moment?


    "I¡¯ll show you how I did it," Devor said, his voice filled with confidence.


    The room hummed with anticipation. Was Devor about to reveal the secret behind his success? Such knowledge was usually closely guarded¡ªone of the cornerstones of a cultivator¡¯s edge. Yet Devor seemed completely unbothered.


    With a calm, deliberate motion, he touched the Spatial Ring on his finger and retrieved a large scroll. As he unrolled it across the table, everyone leaned in, their curiosity palpable.


    Taking up a black brush, Devor began to sketch with practiced ease. Simple lines quickly took shape, outlining a small garden plot, with carefully placed ''x'' marks at each corner.


    ¡°These ''x'' marks show where the Yellow-Grade Spiritual Plants will be planted,¡± Devor explained, his voice calm and steady. His focus remained on the scroll as he spoke. ¡°Once these plants grow to about thirty centimeters, they¡¯ll create enough stability for me to plant the Earth-Grade Seeds in the center.¡±


    The team watched quietly, their skepticism beginning to fade. Even Nyuru, who prided herself on her knowledge, found herself nodding in agreement.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    ¡°When the four corners are stable enough to support the Earth-Grade Seeds, I¡¯ll expand the formation,¡± Devor continued, his brush moving smoothly as he added more ''x'' marks in a grid pattern. ¡°This method will let me cultivate at least fourteen Earth-Grade Seeds in the initial phase, building a stable foundation for the plants to grow.¡±


    The simplicity of his explanation concealed the complexity of the process, and even the most experienced cultivators in the room were impressed.


    Nyuru leaned back, her expression softening into genuine admiration. ¡°It¡¯s efficient,¡± she said, her voice filled with awe. ¡°And the way you¡¯re creating balance is brilliant. Most Spiritual Farmers would try to force the process, but you¡¯ve found a way to let the plants do the work for you.¡±


    Devor offered a faint smile, his eyes scanning the room, meeting each teammate¡¯s gaze. ¡°It¡¯s about understanding the natural flow of energy. If we work with it, not against it, the results will speak for themselves.¡±


    Versti¡¯s smile widened, now one of approval. ¡°With this kind of foresight and skill, we¡¯re not just growing plants¡ªwe¡¯re growing victory.¡±


    Heads nodded in agreement, and a renewed sense of energy filled the room as everyone absorbed Devor¡¯s explanation. His method felt practical, achievable, and¡ªmost importantly¡ªpromising.


    ¡°So, what¡¯s the next step?¡± Nyuru asked, a mix of curiosity and admiration in her voice.


    Devor¡¯s steady gaze remained fixed on the diagram in front of him. ¡°Next,¡± he said, his tone calm, ¡°I¡¯ll plant more Yellow-Grade Spiritual Plants in the remaining spaces. That will complete the garden¡¯s harmony, making it stable and self-sustaining.¡±


    Torni, the Array Master, leaned in, his eyes scanning the paper as if trying to decode its secrets. ¡°So, you¡¯re saying this setup can only support fourteen Earth-Grade Seeds? The space already looks pretty packed.¡±


    Devor nodded, his expression serious. ¡°Fourteen is the ideal number for this layout,¡± he explained. ¡°Any more, and we risk destabilizing the whole system.¡±


    He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, as if preparing to dive into a deeper explanation. His sharp eyes swept over the room, meeting each team member¡¯s gaze. The air grew thicker, like everyone was holding their breath in anticipation.


    ¡°What you need to understand,¡± Devor continued, his voice low but commanding, ¡°is that every Spiritual Plant, no matter its grade, has its own unique energy resonance. This resonance isn¡¯t just about how the plant grows¡ªit¡¯s how it interacts with its surroundings and the other plants around it.¡±


    He gestured to the diagram, his fingers tracing the clusters of ''x'' marks. ¡°Yellow-Grade Plants have stable energy frequencies. They¡¯re easier to integrate with their surroundings. But Earth-Grade Plants are much more dynamic and volatile. If planted carelessly, their energy can clash with the environment or even throw the whole garden out of balance.¡±


    Devor¡¯s words hung in the air, their weight settling in the minds of his teammates. ¡°In an ideal world, where resources are plentiful, we could plant Earth-Grade Seeds without a second thought. But in this competition, with resources so limited, we have to maximize every ounce of energy and potential.¡±


    The room fell silent as the gravity of his words sank in. For a moment, the only sound was the soft rustle of wind outside, a reminder of the challenges waiting for them in the fragment world.


    Devor spoke again, his tone calm but deliberate. ¡°It¡¯s not just about the energy of each plant. The flow of energy between them is just as important. Every plant has its own rhythm¡ªits growth cycle, how it absorbs and releases energy. Even one misplaced Earth-Grade Seed can throw that rhythm off, creating chaos throughout the whole garden.¡±


    He leaned in, his voice growing sharper. ¡°That¡¯s why I don¡¯t plant Earth-Grade Seeds randomly. I choose their spots carefully, making sure their resonance matches the surrounding Yellow-Grade Plants. This way, we create a natural energy network¡ªa harmonious system that stabilizes the entire ecosystem.¡±


    Devor turned back to the diagram, his fingers moving across the paper as he began sketching complex patterns in the garden''s center, forming concentric circles around several key points. ¡°These points represent where I plant the Earth-Grade Seeds. They don¡¯t grow in isolation. Instead, they support one another, creating a flow of energy that moves seamlessly throughout the entire garden.¡±


    The room watched in focused silence as Devor added more details, drawing smaller grids and lines to map out the energy pathways. ¡°Even things like soil composition, water flow, and airflow need to be carefully balanced. If the soil is off, or if too much energy gathers in one place, the whole garden could collapse.¡±


    Nyuru, her brow furrowed in thought, broke the silence. ¡°How do you monitor these energy flows so precisely? It sounds... almost impossible.¡±


    A faint smile tugged at the corner of Devor¡¯s mouth. ¡°It¡¯s all about deep observation,¡± he replied simply. ¡°I¡¯ve spent weeks¡ªmonths¡ªsitting in the middle of my garden, attuning myself to every subtle shift in energy. Every breeze, every flicker of light¡ªthey all leave their mark. With enough practice, you can feel these flows as clearly as your own heartbeat.¡±


    The room fell quiet again, the weight of his words sinking in. But Devor wasn¡¯t done yet.


    ¡°Beyond just observation,¡± he added, ¡°I use a cultivation technique that helps me sync with the natural environment. It lets me sense the vibrations of each plant, understand what it needs, and adjust accordingly. This isn¡¯t just about planting methods. It¡¯s about forging a deep, symbiotic connection with nature itself.¡±


    The room was thick with a quiet, almost reverent air. Even those who had doubted Devor before now regarded him with new respect. His words held a depth that went beyond technical know-how¡ªthey carried a kind of wisdom.


    Versti leaned back in his chair, a faint smile of approval tugging at the corners of his lips. ¡°You¡¯ve given us a lot to think about, Devor,¡± he said. ¡°This isn¡¯t just strategy¡ªit¡¯s philosophy.¡±


    Nyuru nodded thoughtfully, her expression deep in contemplation. ¡°It¡¯s rare to find someone who truly understands the essence of Spiritual Farming. Most treat it like a mechanical process, but you¡¯ve turned it into an art.¡±


    Devor lowered his brush, a quiet determination settling in his eyes. ¡°It¡¯s not just about growing plants,¡± he said softly. ¡°It¡¯s about creating something alive¡ªsomething that thrives and nurtures everything around it. That¡¯s how we¡¯ll win.¡±


    The room fell into silence, the weight of his words sinking in.

 Chapter 43 - Roots of Tradition, Blossoms of Innovation

    "You mentioned earlier that this process takes a while, right? Depending on the plants already in place?" Nyuru asked, propping her chin up with her hand. Her eyes glinted with curiosity as she studied him. "What if you used the Blue Star Elixir?"


    Devor looked at her, clearly confused. "Blue Star Elixir? What¡¯s that?" His voice was full of genuine bafflement.


    A brief silence hung in the air. Nyuru blinked, taken aback by his response. The rest of the team, except for Versti, shared a similar look of surprise. How could someone like Devor, a Spiritual Farmer, not know about something so basic?


    "Blue Star Elixir is a rare liquid that boosts the growth of Spiritual Plants," Reeva explained, her voice tinged with disbelief. "It¡¯s rich in nutrients, perfect for Earth-Grade and Sky-Grade Seeds. But it¡¯s extremely expensive, so it''s only used in critical situations or high-end projects."


    Devor''s eyes widened, his astonishment clear. "Something that valuable?" he murmured, almost to himself. His reaction revealed the gap between his old-school methods and the high-tech resources most cultivators used.


    "It¡¯s standard for most fields," Torni added with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Most of us use it because it works so well."


    Nyuru suddenly froze, as if struck by a thought. She turned to Devor with wide eyes. "Wait... which Spiritual Garden do you work at?"


    Devor blinked, caught off guard by her sudden question. "I work at Spiritual Garden No. 7," he replied, his tone calm and steady.


    Nyuru slapped her palm to her forehead, a look of exasperation crossing her face. "That explains everything! You¡¯re the junior Yulin¡¯s always talking about, aren¡¯t you?"


    Devor tilted his head, clearly puzzled. "Senior Sister Yulin? Yeah, I¡¯ve known her since I joined the sect."


    Nyuru sighed softly and glanced at the others. "Yulin once mentioned a junior at her garden who insisted on sticking to traditional methods. Even after becoming a cultivator, he refused to abandon his old ways, only picking up a few basic techniques to complement his approach."


    Reeva, Torni, and the rest of the team exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from confusion to curiosity.


    Nyuru turned back to Devor, her eyes now full of intrigue. "So, you¡¯re the one Yulin was talking about. No wonder your methods are so unique. You¡¯ve been focusing on natural harmony¡ªsomething most cultivators overlook."


    Torni raised an eyebrow. "But why? Most cultivators give up traditional methods because they¡¯re so time-consuming. Why stick with them when advanced techniques deliver results so much faster?"


    The team nodded in agreement. While Devor¡¯s success was impressive, it was clear that his approach required an immense amount of patience and a deep, almost instinctive understanding of nature.


    Devor hesitated, his fingers brushing against the worn notebook in his pocket. "It¡¯s not that I¡¯m against modern techniques," he said, his voice thoughtful. "I just... I¡¯ve always felt there¡¯s something deeper about working with nature directly. It¡¯s like listening to a language most people have forgotten."


    A quiet murmur rippled through the room. Even those who had doubted him couldn¡¯t help but feel the weight of his words. His approach, though unconventional, carried a rare depth of understanding that few cultivators possessed.


    "Still," Nyuru said, her tone softer now, "you¡¯re missing out on tools that could make your work even more effective. Combining your methods with cultivator techniques could push your potential even further."


    Devor nodded slowly, her words sparking a fresh determination within him. "You¡¯re right. My knowledge of cultivator arts is limited. If there¡¯s a way to combine these approaches, I want to learn it."


    The team¡¯s respect for Devor grew. It wasn¡¯t often that someone with his expertise would admit their limitations, let alone show such a willingness to learn and improve.


    Versti, who had remained quiet through most of the conversation, finally spoke. His voice, calm and authoritative, broke the silence. "Devor, your methods have already proven themselves. But as Nyuru said, blending them with modern techniques could give us a major edge in the competition. Are you ready to adapt?"


    Devor met Versti¡¯s gaze, his dark eyes steady and filled with resolve. "I am, Captain. I¡¯ll do whatever it takes to make sure this team succeeds."


    A faint smile tugged at the corners of Versti¡¯s lips. "Good. Let¡¯s move forward."


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    For hours, the team worked through strategies, their discussion evolving into a true collaboration. They debated how best to allocate resources, brainstormed ideas for traps, and examined potential obstacles they might face in the fragment world.


    As the conversation progressed, Devor¡¯s confidence grew. He shared ideas that blended his traditional methods with the cultivator techniques Nyuru and Reeva had introduced. His fresh perspective added new energy to the team, and even Torni¡ªwho had initially been skeptical¡ªfound himself drawn into the discussion.


    By the time the meeting wrapped up, Versti stood, his presence commanding attention. "We¡¯ve laid the foundation for our strategy. Tomorrow, we¡¯ll begin testing these ideas. Prepare yourselves¡ªthis competition isn¡¯t just about strength. It¡¯s about adaptability, resilience, and trust. If we work together, we¡¯ll succeed."Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    The team dispersed, their spirits lifted. Devor stayed behind for a moment, looking down at the notebook now filled with notes. A quiet smile formed on his face. For the first time, he didn¡¯t just feel like a Spiritual Farmer¡ªhe felt like he was part of something much bigger.


    As he stepped out of the room, one thought echoed in his mind: This is only the beginning.


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    Two Weeks Later


    Devor stood still at the center of a shimmering energy barrier, encasing a small floating island no bigger than fifty square meters. The garden, still perched on the energy-rich Azure Mountain Peak, was shielded by a special formation designed to replicate the harsh spiritual conditions they would face in the upcoming competition.


    In his hand, Devor held his ever-present notebook, its pages filled with notes, diagrams, and calculations. His sharp eyes moved over the spiritual plants, assessing every detail. Each leaf, root, and subtle shift in energy was examined with precision.


    ¡°These plants aren¡¯t up to my standards,¡± he muttered, his voice steady and determined. With swift, practiced movements, he jotted down his thoughts. ¡°I¡¯ll need to replace them with a different variety. And that section over there... it needs rearranging to improve the harmony.¡±


    He moved between the rows of plants, his steps deliberate and his posture unwavering.


    Over the past two weeks, Devor had pushed himself harder than ever. His understanding of Spiritual Plants had expanded rapidly, not just through his own experiments but with the help of his teammates. The collaboration had accelerated his growth, forcing him to venture beyond his usual methods.


    "With this approach," he said to himself, crouching down to adjust the position of a plant, "I can plant twenty-three Earth-Grade seeds in a single day. If I fine-tune this process, I could push it to twenty-six."


    He straightened up, a small smile tugging at his lips. His progress was undeniable, but he knew better than to let himself become complacent.


    "Focusing on your strengths isn¡¯t wrong," Devor mused, "but ignoring other aspects can be fatal."


    The thought stayed with him¡ªa lesson learned from watching his team¡¯s varied skills. Strength alone wouldn¡¯t win the competition. It was balance and preparation that would make the difference.


    After another half hour of careful observation, Devor stepped out of the barrier. As he left the formation, the mountain''s rich spiritual energy surged through him, revitalizing both body and mind.


    It was time for the weekly strategy meeting.


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    The meeting room inside the Dragon Palace was breathtaking. The grand structure stood like a fortress, its entrance flanked by twin dragon statues carved from pure jade. The dragons twisted upward, their eyes gleaming as though alive, watching every person who passed.


    Devor walked down the expansive corridor leading to the meeting room, the sound of his steady footsteps echoing off the polished stone floor. Inside, Versti was already seated at the head of a long obsidian table, his presence as commanding as ever. The rest of the team had already gathered, waiting for him.


    Devor bowed respectfully before taking his seat.


    Warm smiles greeted him from most of the team, easing the formality of the moment. Though Devor still wore the light blue robes of an Outer Disciple, his knowledge and growing expertise had earned him the respect of the Inner Disciples, all clad in their deep blue robes.


    Versti flipped open his notebook, its pages filled with detailed lists of everything the team would need for the competition. His voice was calm but commanding as he went through each category: weapons, protective gear, pills, ores, and spiritual seeds.


    "We¡¯ve covered most of the essentials," Versti said, his tone steady. "But we still need an update on the Black Spirit Lotus." He turned his sharp gaze to Devor. "Were you able to cultivate it in time?"


    At the mention of the Black Spirit Lotus, everyone in the room shifted their attention. The rare Earth-Grade Spiritual Plant wasn¡¯t just valuable¡ªit was crucial to their strategy. Its unique properties could lure and neutralize certain monsters on the battlefield, offering them a significant advantage.


    Devor met Versti¡¯s gaze with quiet confidence. "Yes, Captain. I¡¯ve planted six Black Spirit Lotuses in the central area of the garden. Their placement maintains the balance of the formation. Will that be enough?"


    Reeva, the Medical Master, grinned brightly. "More than enough! With these, we can use the poisonous insects they attract to breed faster and create traps. This gives us a major edge against the monsters we¡¯ll face."


    The tension in the room lifted, replaced by a sense of excitement. Their strategy was taking shape, and everyone could feel the momentum building.


    Devor flipped open his notebook, revealing detailed diagrams of his garden¡¯s layout. ¡°I¡¯ve replaced some of the older Spiritual Plants to improve the harmony within the formation,¡± he explained. ¡°The new plants are better suited to the current conditions, and their energy resonance is much smoother. These changes should stabilize our resources, even if we end up in more difficult terrain.¡±


    His calm, meticulous explanation held the team¡¯s attention. Even Sugu, who was usually skeptical, gave a silent nod of approval¡ªthough he tried to hide it.


    "Devor," Versti said thoughtfully, "can these replacements handle unexpected energy surges? The fragment world is unpredictable, and we can¡¯t afford for the formation to collapse under pressure."


    Devor met Versti¡¯s intense gaze. ¡°Yes, Captain. I planned for that. The plants I¡¯ve selected are highly adaptable, with stronger resistance to fluctuating energy. If an energy surge occurs, they¡¯ll absorb the excess and redistribute it, rather than destabilizing the system.¡±


    The room fell quiet for a moment as Versti leaned back in his chair, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ¡°Impressive,¡± he said simply.


    Nyuru, sitting nearby, tapped her fingers on the table. ¡°It¡¯s rare to see a Spiritual Farmer who thinks this far ahead,¡± she remarked. ¡°Most focus on growth efficiency, not adaptability. You¡¯ve done well, Devor.¡±


    Devor nodded in appreciation, the praise fueling his growing confidence.


    As the meeting came to a close, Versti rose, his commanding presence filling the room once more.


    "We''ve made good progress, but the real test is still ahead," he said, his voice steady and firm. "Tomorrow, we''ll begin intensive group training to put these plans into action. This competition isn''t just about individual talent¡ªit''s about how well we can work together as a team."


    The team members stood, their faces set with determination.


    Devor stayed behind for a moment, closing his notebook and slipping it into his robes. A quiet sense of accomplishment washed over him. He had started this journey as a simple Spiritual Farmer, with little knowledge of cultivator arts, but now he stood alongside some of the sect''s most skilled disciples, holding his own.


    As he stepped out of the Dragon Palace, the evening sky stretched wide before him, its stars shining more brightly than ever. Devor lifted his gaze, his dark eyes reflecting the starlight.


    "This is just the beginning," he whispered to himself, his resolve solidifying.


    With each step he took, he felt the weight of his responsibilities¡ªbut also the excitement of the challenge ahead.

 Chapter 44 - Whispers of the Past, Echoes of the Future

    That Morning


    In the quietest corner of the Spiritual Garden, Devor sat cross-legged before a simple gravestone nestled into the earth. Though his expression was serene, the sorrow in his eyes revealed the turmoil within.


    "Grandfather," Devor began softly, his voice steady but tinged with nostalgia, "I¡¯m going to compete."


    He traced his fingers along the cool surface of the gravestone, as if drawing comfort from its presence. Memories of his childhood floated to the surface¡ªdays spent alongside his grandfather, tending their modest garden, learning the patience and respect that came with nurturing life.


    "Somehow, the sect chose me to join the competition team," he continued, his voice quiet and filled with disbelief. "All I¡¯ve ever done is garden, yet they see something more in me. I can¡¯t help but wonder if you¡¯d be proud or disappointed."


    He paused, his gaze fixed on the gravestone as if expecting a response. The soft rustle of leaves in the breeze was the only answer.


    "You used to say you didn¡¯t want to be a Cultivator because you didn¡¯t want to kill," Devor murmured, lowering his head. "In the Cultivation World, it seems inevitable. Kill or be killed¡ªthat¡¯s the reality they teach us."


    A faint, bittersweet smile played on his lips. "It¡¯s been four years since I chose this path. I haven¡¯t taken a life yet. I wonder... If you had walked this path, would you have seen the same possibilities I do? That even Cultivators can make choices, just like mortals?"


    But he knew he was clinging to an illusion, comforting himself with thoughts his grandfather might not have shared.


    After a long, reflective silence, Devor bowed deeply, pressing his forehead to the earth three times in solemn respect. Rising slowly, he cast one last glance at the gravestone, the weight in his chest somehow both heavier and lighter at once.


    Turning away, he made his way toward the garden¡¯s entrance, where Yulin waited. Her dark blue robe fluttered gently in the breeze, and her flying sword hovered beside her, catching the morning light with a faint gleam.


    "You¡¯re early," Devor said with a wry smile. "The Sect Master said we could leave in the afternoon. What¡¯s the hurry?"


    Yulin folded her arms, her expression calm yet determined. "Strong seniors will be there. Building connections takes time, and I¡¯m not about to waste this chance."


    Devor chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Fair enough," he said, stepping onto his hovering sword. "Let¡¯s get going, then."


    Yulin smirked as she joined him. "Now you¡¯re talking."


    With a flick of her hand, the sword shot into the sky. The wind roared past them as they soared toward the sect¡¯s main gate, leaving the quiet of the Spiritual Garden¡ªand Devor¡¯s moment of reflection¡ªfar behind.


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    After about ten minutes of flying, the grand gate of the Azure Sky Sect came into view. Towering over fifty feet tall, it was a masterpiece of ancient craftsmanship, adorned with intricate carvings of dragons intertwined with blooming lotuses. The cool forest breeze carried the faint scent of spiritual herbs, adding to the gate¡¯s timeless majesty.


    Devor and Yulin descended gracefully, presenting their identity tokens to the gatekeeper¡ªan elder with a thick white beard that made him look like he¡¯d stepped out of an ancient painting. With a simple nod, the elder gestured for the gates to open.


    Beyond the gate, an awe-inspiring sight awaited them: a colossal Immortal Boat floated serenely in the sky. It stretched for hundreds of meters, its immense size and elegant design radiating an undeniable sense of power.


    The boat¡¯s deck was adorned with ornate buildings made of polished wood, accented with gold. At its highest point, the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s banner fluttered proudly in the breeze. At the bow, a massive dragon¡¯s head, carved with intricate detail, seemed poised to roar, its fierce eyes staring into the distance.


    Devor gazed in wonder. "We¡¯re really boarding that?" he muttered, struggling to believe what he was seeing.


    Yulin glanced at him, her smile amused. "You¡¯ve seen flying swords and beasts, but this surprises you?"


    "It¡¯s... different," Devor admitted, his eyes fixed on the massive vessel.


    They approached the grand staircase leading to the Immortal Boat¡¯s main deck. At the base of the stairs stood an elder clad in black and gold robes, his presence commanding attention. After a brief inspection of their identity tokens, he gave a curt nod, allowing them to board.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    The moment Devor stepped onto the deck, his breath caught. Everything was dazzling. The floor beneath him gleamed, polished to a mirror-like finish, with intricate carvings etched into the wood. Faint streams of spiritual energy flowed through the air, each breath invigorating his body.


    "Over here!" a cheerful voice called, snapping Devor out of his awe.


    He turned to see Torni, the team¡¯s Array Master, waving enthusiastically from across the deck.


    Devor smiled and motioned for Yulin to follow as they made their way toward Torni, who was in the midst of a lively discussion with several members of the Core Formation Team. Among them stood a robust man with a warm, approachable demeanor.


    "This is Hulan, the Spiritual Farmer of the Core Formation team," Torni introduced, grinning broadly.


    Devor extended his hand, and Hulan clasped it firmly, his expression radiating kindness. "Nice to meet you, Devor," Hulan greeted warmly. "Senior Versti¡¯s stories about your achievements really impressed me."


    Devor returned the smile, his tone humble but confident. "The world of Cultivation is full of fascinating paths, Senior. I¡¯m just following one of them."


    Their conversation flowed easily, moving from formalities to shared interests. Hulan, clearly curious, asked, "How much spiritual soil did you bring?"


    Devor hesitated for a moment before answering, "We only brought two sets."


    Hulan¡¯s eyes widened in disbelief. "Only two? You¡¯re cultivating Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants with just that?"


    Devor gave a composed smile. "Yes, we are. My method focuses on creating harmony within the garden. When the balance is right, the plants won¡¯t drain the soil too quickly. Instead, they¡¯ll start replenishing the nutrients over time."


    Hulan paused, clearly intrigued, then nodded slowly. "That¡¯s an interesting approach. If it works as you say, it could revolutionize Spiritual Farming. A method like that would be invaluable for long-term sustainability."


    Yulin, standing just behind Devor, watched the exchange with quiet admiration. She knew how much Devor valued the solitude of his Spiritual Garden, where his connection to nature truly thrived. Seeing him speak so openly and confidently now was a refreshing surprise.


    He had always carried himself with humility, but his words carried undeniable weight.


    "I¡¯d love to hear more about your method," Hulan said earnestly, his eyes gleaming with genuine interest.


    Devor nodded, smiling warmly. "Of course, Senior. I¡¯ve prepared scrolls detailing the method."


    With practiced ease, Devor reached into his robe and pulled out a neatly rolled scroll. Hulan raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised, as Devor handed it over without hesitation.


    "Uh¡­ what¡¯s this?" Hulan asked, his tone skeptical as he glanced at the scroll.


    "It¡¯s a written explanation of the process," Devor replied, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. "Did I¡­ misunderstand something?"


    Hulan sighed, studying Devor with a curious expression. After a moment, he touched his spatial ring and retrieved an old, black-bound book.


    "Take this," Hulan said seriously, handing the book to Devor. "In the Cultivation World, nothing comes for free. Methods like yours are treasures. Don¡¯t give them away so easily."


    Devor hesitated before carefully accepting the book. Nearby, Torni, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation, burst out, "This guy¡¯s unbelievable! He¡¯s already giving away his methods on the first day!"


    Hulan shot Devor a meaningful look, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You might be sincere, but not everyone is. This world isn¡¯t kind to the naive."


    Scratching his head awkwardly, Devor smiled faintly. "Senior Hulan isn¡¯t an enemy. We¡¯re all on the same side, right? Besides, I plan to share this method with the sect eventually, so others can benefit from it."


    Hulan blinked, taken aback by Devor¡¯s earnestness. He stared for a moment before letting out a sigh, a newfound respect in his eyes. "What you¡¯re doing could reshape the very foundation of the sect."


    Devor¡¯s faint smile deepened as he opened the black book in his hands. "So, what¡¯s this about?"


    "It¡¯s a record I recovered from ancient ruins," Hulan explained. "It outlines theoretical techniques for hybridizing Spiritual Seeds and Plants. It¡¯s promising, but entirely untested."


    Devor¡¯s eyes widened as he scanned the pages. "This... this could be groundbreaking!"


    "It could," Hulan agreed, his voice steady. "But it will take years of study and experimentation to make it work. Just don¡¯t lose it¡ªI don¡¯t have another copy."


    Devor bowed deeply, gratitude shining on his face. "Thank you, Senior. I¡¯ll make sure to put it to good use."


    Excitement surged within him as ideas began to take root in his mind. Hybridizing seeds and plants¡ªit was such an ambitious concept, yet it aligned perfectly with his vision of a balanced, harmonious garden.


    Hours flew by as Devor and Hulan exchanged insights, their discussion drawing quiet admiration from the other team members. Hulan, once skeptical, now listened with genuine respect, impressed by Devor¡¯s unconventional but effective methods.


    By the time the Sect Master arrived, the deck was buzzing with activity. His imposing presence silenced the crowd instantly, and his voice rang out like a command from the heavens:


    "Set off!"


    The Immortal Boat trembled as ancient formations hummed to life. Its massive frame surged forward, slicing through the clouds with graceful power, leaving the Azure Sky Sect behind.


    Devor stood by the railing, eyes fixed on the endless horizon. The wind tugged at his hair as the majestic vessel carried them toward the unknown. In the distance, the rising sun painted the sky in fiery hues, a perfect symbol for the journey that lay ahead.


    As the boat sailed smoothly, Devor opened his system profile to check his progress.


    [Enlightenment Realm Points: 18]


    The number had gone up. Sharing his method with the team had not only increased his Enlightenment Realm Points but had also deepened his understanding. A faint smile flickered across Devor¡¯s lips as a quiet realization took root.


    "Every time I share something, the points go up," he thought, his gaze dropping to the black book resting in his hands. "The system isn¡¯t just pushing me to learn¡ªit¡¯s driving me to share what I¡¯ve learned with others."


    He closed the profile and shifted his focus back to his teammates, a sharp sense of clarity settling over him. The path ahead was clear now. Teaching wasn¡¯t just about guiding others or offering help¡ªit was the key to something far greater. The system seemed to acknowledge this, rewarding him in ways that hinted at a deeper purpose. Each step brought him closer to an ultimate truth, one that might surpass even the power of Ultimate Synthesis.

 Chapter 45 - Arrival at Vinix City

    After a grueling two-day journey, the Azure Sky Sect''s Immortal Boat finally reached its destination: Vinix City. Surrounded by vast, rolling meadows of vibrant green, the city rose like a fortress from a storybook, its towering walls a testament to both artistry and unyielding strength. Each stone seemed purposefully placed, radiating a silent pride born of centuries of endurance.


    Devor stood at the edge of the deck, his gaze fixed on the breathtaking sight. Beyond the city, a fleet of other Immortal Boats hovered in precise formation, their distinctive designs reflecting the traditions and identities of their respective sects. The scene was nothing short of magnificent, a testament to the power and ambition converging in this single, fateful gathering. To Devor, it felt as though Vinix City had become the heart of the cultivator world, the stage where legends would take their first steps.


    The city itself loomed ahead, regal and defiant, an unshakable stronghold amid the endless grasslands. Its sheer presence was almost palpable, a stark contrast to the tranquil meadows stretching in every direction. For Devor, it seemed more than just a settlement¡ªit was a beacon, a place that demanded greatness from those who dared to enter.


    A sudden trumpet blast broke through the quiet, sharp and ceremonial. Its clarion call echoed across the plains, heralding the arrival of the Azure Sky Sect. The Immortal Boat slowed gracefully, coming to a halt before the city¡¯s monumental gates. Above it, the sect''s azure banner danced proudly in the wind, a shimmering emblem of their might and prestige.


    The Sect Master descended first, leading a solemn procession of Elders and disciples. Clad in flowing dark blue robes, their movements were precise, almost choreographed, exuding a quiet authority that turned heads even among the crowd of elites. Each step was deliberate, each gesture a statement of the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s strength and discipline.


    The city gates swung open, revealing three middle-aged men who walked forward with a quiet authority. Their movements carried the weight of wisdom and strength, their hands clasped behind their backs as they approached the arriving group. They greeted the Sect Master with a respectful salute, which was returned with equal dignity¡ªa silent exchange of power and mutual recognition.


    After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the group was invited into Vinix City.


    Devor followed the procession, his steps slowing as he took in the stunning beauty of the city. The streets were paved with smooth, gleaming bricks that seemed to hum with an undercurrent of spiritual energy. On either side, buildings carved from natural stone rose gracefully, their designs a masterful blend of function and art. Each structure had an ancient grandeur, as though the city itself had been shaped by cultivators who¡¯d spent lifetimes perfecting their craft.


    Up ahead, Devor spotted a group of young cultivators in the deep blue robes of the Azure Sky Sect. They stood in flawless formation, waiting to greet their leaders and peers. Their faces were a mix of pride and discipline, their postures straight and unwavering.


    As the group made its way deeper into the bustling heart of the city, whispers began to stir among the disciples. The competition was drawing near, and the tension in the air was almost palpable, like static before a storm.


    Caught between excitement and nerves, Devor glanced at Yulin, who walked beside him. Her gaze was steady and focused, her expression calm, but there was a hint of something more in her eyes, something deeper.


    ¡°Why are there already Azure Sky Sect disciples here?¡± he asked quietly, his voice tinged with curiosity.


    Yulin paused before answering, her voice steady but thoughtful. ¡°I¡¯m not sure,¡± she said, her brows furrowing slightly. ¡°But I¡¯ve heard rumors. Over the past two decades of peace between the sects, the Azure Sky Sect has been sending some of its most gifted disciples for... special training.¡±


    Devor absorbed her words, his mind racing to piece together the meaning. ¡°So, was this city built with the cooperation of the ten sects?¡± he asked, remembering that the upcoming competition involved all of them.


    Yulin gave a small but knowing nod. ¡°That seems likely. A neutral ground for the sects, a place for both collaboration... and competition.¡±


    As they reached the city gates, the waiting disciples dropped to one knee in perfect unison, their heads bowed in respect to the Sect Master. He gave a subtle nod in return, his presence calm but commanding. After a brief moment, he instructed the disciples to lead the newcomers to their quarters.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    The leaders of the Azure Sky Sect¡ªthe Sect Master, Hall Master, and Elders¡ªveered off to the right, accompanied by the three distinguished men who had greeted them. Meanwhile, the disciples guided the rest of the group to the left, toward their temporary accommodations.


    As they walked through the city¡¯s winding streets, Devor couldn¡¯t help but notice the disciples leading them. Each one seemed to carry a distinct aura, so unique it almost felt like a presence you could touch.


    The disciple at the front burned with the intensity of wildfire, his energy fierce and unpredictable, radiating an almost uncontrollable power. Another moved with the calm precision of a river, serene yet with a quiet strength that reminded Devor of a coiled serpent, poised to strike at any moment.


    "Each one is so different," Devor thought, his mind racing. "These must be the elite¡ªthe best the Azure Sky Sect has to offer."


    They continued on until they reached a grand building that seemed to ooze luxury from every corner. Inside, everything gleamed with opulence, and the air hummed with energy. Disciples from all sects filled the spacious hall, their colorful Taoist robes creating a brilliant tapestry of reds, yellows, purples, whites, greens, and browns¡ªeach color representing the unique philosophy and identity of their sect.


    A senior disciple, stationed in Vinix City, stepped forward. His posture was both firm and welcoming, his voice carrying a weight of authority as he addressed the new arrivals from the Azure Sky Sect.


    "Feel free to interact with disciples from other sects," he said. "This competition isn''t just about rivalry. It''s a rare chance to broaden your horizons. Every sect has its strengths, and learning from each other will make you stronger."


    Devor stood among the crowd, observing the lively interactions. Beside him, Yulin seemed full of excitement, her eyes scanning the different groups, taking in the possibilities. This was her moment¡ªan opportunity to forge alliances and make connections that could shape her future. Devor, on the other hand, wasn¡¯t as thrilled. He had little interest in small talk or competing with strangers.


    The Azure Sky Sect had brought a hundred disciples to Vinix City, just like the other sects. Each participant was allowed to bring a single companion, creating a lively mix of competitors and supporters. The atmosphere was cheerful, but underneath it all, a subtle tension lingered. Friendly smiles often hid calculating eyes, as every disciple sized up the others, quietly evaluating their potential and strength.


    Suddenly, Devor felt a firm tug on his arm.


    ¡°Come on, Devor! We need to mingle,¡± Yulin said, her voice full of determination.


    Before he could even protest, she had already taken the lead, her grip unyielding as she pulled him toward a group of Blazing Fire Sect disciples deep in conversation. Their fiery red robes and intense auras gave off a bold, almost intimidating energy.


    Yulin greeted them with a graceful bow, her tone smooth and polite as she introduced herself. "Greetings. I¡¯m Yulin Yue from the Azure Sky Sect. It¡¯s a pleasure to meet you."


    Devor followed her lead, bowing quickly. "I¡¯m Devor Li, also from the Azure Sky Sect," he said, his voice quieter and more uncertain.


    The Blazing Fire Sect disciples nodded in acknowledgment, their expressions friendly but reserved. Yulin smoothly steered the conversation toward cultivation techniques, expertly guiding the group into a discussion about spiritual energy manipulation. Before long, the topic deepened, shifting into more complex theories on combat applications and energy control.


    Devor listened closely, though his interest quickly shifted to confusion. The conversation had veered into territory far beyond his grasp, filled with complex details about balancing fire-elemental techniques with qi circulation patterns. He nodded along, pretending to understand, but inside, he felt lost.


    Time slipped by unnoticed. An hour into the conversation, Yulin and one of the female Blazing Fire Sect disciples exchanged communication jades¡ªsmall, glowing objects that pulsed with a faint, mystical energy.


    Curious, Devor leaned toward Yulin and whispered, "Sister Yulin, what¡¯s that?"


    Yulin turned to him, her expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. "Are you serious, Devor? It¡¯s a communication jade. Cultivators use them to stay in touch over long distances."


    Devor¡¯s face flushed. How had he missed something so basic? "I... I didn¡¯t know. I¡¯ve just never needed one," he admitted, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.


    Yulin sighed softly but gave him an encouraging smile. "You really should start paying more attention, Devor. A communication jade is essential if you want to make connections in the sect¡ªor anywhere, really."


    One of the Blazing Fire Sect disciples chuckled. "It¡¯s rare to meet someone from the Azure Sky Sect who doesn¡¯t have one," he said with a light laugh, though his tone was friendly, not mocking.


    Devor smiled awkwardly, his embarrassment deepening. "Guess I still have a lot to learn," he said, trying to laugh it off.


    The female disciple who had exchanged communication jades with Yulin stepped forward, offering him a warm smile. "Don¡¯t worry about it," she said kindly. "Cultivation isn¡¯t just about techniques or tools¡ªit¡¯s about growing and adapting. You¡¯ll catch up soon enough."


    Her reassuring words eased some of Devor¡¯s discomfort, and he nodded gratefully.


    As the group began to disperse, Yulin let out a quiet sigh and glanced at Devor. "You¡¯re lucky they were understanding. Not everyone in the cultivation world is so forgiving."


    Devor nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I¡¯ll make sure to do better," he said, his voice carrying a note of resolve.

 Chapter 46 - Gate to the Fragmented World

    A week flew by in the blink of an eye, and the day of the competition finally arrived.


    Devor stood at the edge of a high platform, his hands resting casually on the rail. Below him, the circular arena hummed with quiet energy. Over a hundred disciples from various sects stood in neat rows, their faces a mix of intense focus and barely concealed excitement.


    At the center of the arena stood a massive mirror, its towering frame nearly three meters high and one meter wide. The surface gleamed like liquid silver, catching the morning sun and scattering light into strange, otherworldly patterns. Surrounding the mirror were four powerful cultivators, their stances solid as stone, their expressions cold and unyielding. Their presence alone commanded silence, the air thick with an unspoken pressure.


    Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky, his movements as fluid and graceful as flowing water. Dressed in a black Taoist robe embroidered with glowing gold and white threads, the man landed lightly at the center of the arena. He radiated both elegance and power, his presence impossible to ignore.


    ¡°I am Liuning,¡± he announced, his voice smooth but carrying the weight of someone used to being heard. It echoed across the arena, sharp and clear. ¡°I¡¯ll be your host for this year¡¯s Heavenly Troop Tournament.¡± A faint, almost mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips. ¡°To those watching from afar, remember my name. And when I visit your sects one day, be sure to greet me... warmly.¡±


    A ripple of laughter spread through the audience, but Devor couldn¡¯t help but notice the subtle confidence beneath Liuning¡¯s playful tone. This man wasn¡¯t just a host¡ªhe was someone to be reckoned with.


    Liuning¡¯s gaze briefly flicked to the crimson crystal suspended high above the arena. The artifact pulsed softly, broadcasting every detail of the tournament to countless spectators across the land. Its glow bathed the scene below in an ethereal light, casting long shadows across the arena.


    ¡°The first team to enter the arena will be the Golden Core team,¡± Liuning announced, his voice smooth and steady, like a river flowing without interruption. ¡°Some of you might be wondering¡ªwhy start with the strongest? Why not ease in with the weaker teams?¡±


    Devor tilted his head slightly, the same question drifting through his mind. He could hear the quiet murmur of curiosity rippling through the crowd around him.


    ¡°The answer is simple,¡± Liuning continued, his tone shifting, sharpening. ¡°The strongest teams are the most adaptable. They thrive in chaos and uncertainty. By starting with them, the other teams will learn from their approach¡ªwatch carefully, and you might just pick up a thing or two that will help you survive the challenges ahead.¡±


    Devor rubbed his chin, nodding to himself. There was logic in Liuning¡¯s words, though the Fragmented World itself remained a mystery. What dangers lay in wait? What strategies would prove crucial? The air buzzed with anticipation, thick with the unknown.


    ¡°And now, let¡¯s welcome the first team¡ªthe Blazing Fire Sect!¡± Liuning announced, his voice rising with excitement.


    A wave of cheers erupted from the crowd as ten disciples stepped forward, their crimson robes glowing like embers in the morning sun. They moved with purpose, their steps measured and confident¡ªeach movement a reflection of their sect¡¯s fiery spirit.


    The four mirror guardians stirred at last, their movements synchronized as their hands glided over the surface of the mirror. Intricate symbols flared to life along its edges as the artifact activated, its glow shimmering in a way that was almost hypnotic.


    The mirror rippled like water, and a vivid image began to take shape: a vast wetland, shrouded in a misty gray haze. The land looked desolate, scattered with stagnant pools of murky water, while a translucent white energy wall encircled the entire area, forming an invisible cage. Whatever lay beyond that barrier was hidden, obscured from view.


    Liuning turned sharply to the captain of the Blazing Fire team, his gaze cutting through the air. ¡°Step through the portal. But heed my warning¡ªdon¡¯t make a move until the Secret Barrier fades. Anyone who violates this will be immediately disqualified and forfeit all rewards.¡±


    The Blazing Fire captain gave a slight nod, his voice calm but firm. ¡°Understood.¡±


    With practiced precision, the team moved forward. One by one, they passed through the mirror¡¯s shimmering surface, their figures briefly disappearing before reappearing on the other side. They hovered for a moment in midair before descending smoothly to the ground below.


    The mirror guardians acted swiftly, resetting the artifact with unreadable expressions. The image on the mirror flickered and returned to its neutral state, showing only the blank expanse of the wetland and the gleaming energy wall.


    Next, the names of the remaining teams were called. Each stepped forward and entered the portal, one by one. Every team was assigned to one of the ten scattered locations across the Fragmented World.


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    The atmosphere grew heavier with each passing second, the weight of anticipation pressing down on the spectators like an invisible force. Only the soft rustling of the wind disturbed the silence.


    When the last team vanished into the portal, Liuning¡¯s voice sliced through the stillness. ¡°Prepare yourselves! The countdown starts now!¡±


    High above the arena, a massive holographic screen flickered to life, its translucent surface divided into ten panels¡ªeach showing a live feed from one of the teams. The crowd leaned forward in unison, eyes fixed on the unfolding scenes.


    Devor tightened his grip on the railing, his pulse quickening. Each panel revealed a different, treacherous landscape¡ªdense forests, jagged cliffs, shadowy marshlands. The environments were as varied as they were dangerous, a clear reminder of how unpredictable the Fragmented World could be.


    "Three!" Liuning¡¯s voice rang out, his words charged with energy.


    The tension in the arena thickened, the crowd holding its collective breath.


    "Two!"


    The disciples in the Fragmented World adjusted their stances, weapons in hand, ready for whatever lay ahead.


    "One!"


    The colossal screen above the arena split into ten sections, each showing a different team¡¯s location. In an instant, the shimmering Secret Barriers surrounding the teams dissolved into motes of light, revealing the grim reality of their environments¡ªa dark, foreboding forest, its twisted trees and shadowed paths sending a chill through the spectators.


    Dim sunlight filtered weakly through the dense canopy, casting the landscape in soft, muted hues. Shadows shifted unnaturally, and an oppressive, almost suffocating aura lingered in the air, hinting at unseen dangers.


    Above the forest, the captains of each team hovered effortlessly, their sharp eyes scanning the terrain below. Their commanding voices rang out, guiding their teams into tight, coordinated formations.


    On the ground, the Spiritual Farmers moved with precision. From their Spatial Rings, they pulled out spheres etched with intricate patterns of floating islands. With practiced flicks of their wrists, they sent the spheres soaring into the air, their hand seals flashing faster than the eye could follow.


    The spheres burst in showers of radiant light, each one creating a vast 200-square-meter Spiritual Garden that hovered above the treetops. These glowing platforms shimmered with ethereal energy, starkly contrasting with the dark, menacing forest below.


    Devor''s brow furrowed as he studied the teams on the screen. Something didn¡¯t sit right with him. He could feel it¡ªa strange, crawling sensation in the air. His eyes darted across the panels, searching for an explanation.


    Then, the first tremor struck.


    On the screen, the forest rippled as massive shapes emerged from the shadows. Hulking creatures¡ªfive meters tall, their black scales gleaming like polished obsidian¡ªcharged toward the teams. Their glowing crimson eyes burned with hunger, and despite their beastly appearance, their movements were unnervingly coordinated.


    ¡°The battle begins!¡± Liuning announced, his voice crackling with excitement.


    The monsters wasted no time. With terrifying speed, they leapt toward the newly-formed Floating Islands, their powerful limbs propelling them through the air.


    Panic flickered across the faces of the Spiritual Farmers. They scrambled, their hands trembling as they fought to stabilize the Spiritual Gardens. The creatures landed with bone-shaking force, rocking the islands as they roared and charged.


    Devor¡¯s chest tightened. The farmers had miscalculated. These creatures weren¡¯t just drawn to the Floating Islands¡ªthey were reacting as though something deeper, something primal, had set them off.


    Lightning and sword strikes filled the air as the battle erupted. Arcs of energy cut through the dark forest, lighting up the murky landscape. The deafening clash of weapons and the monsters'' roars created a chaotic symphony that echoed across the Fragmented World.


    Devor¡¯s eyes widened as one of the Blazing Fire Sect members appeared on the screen. A fierce-looking woman hovered into view, her arms raised as she summoned a massive stone sphere. Veins of glowing magma pulsed within it.


    With a sharp cry, she hurled the sphere at the oncoming beasts.


    "Boom!"


    The explosion shook the forest, sending a wave of heat and force that left a smoldering crater in its wake. Flames surged outward, consuming a dozen monsters in an instant.


    Devor swallowed hard, his throat dry. The sheer destructive power of the attack left him stunned. Behind him, Yulin¡¯s eyes were wide with admiration.


    "Amazing," she whispered, her voice full of awe.


    The battles raged on. Some teams chose to shrink their Floating Islands, pulling back to safer ground while postponing their cultivation efforts. Others, more daring, fought fiercely from their islands, defending their Spiritual Farmers as they hurriedly planted seeds in the hastily prepared gardens.


    On one screen, a Spiritual Farmer spread rich, dark soil over a section of their Floating Island, forming a half-meter-thick layer. With practiced precision, they planted the seeds, their hands moving quickly despite the chaos surrounding them. Each action was a mix of hope and desperation.


    Devor bit his lip, his mind racing. The difficulty of this stage was far beyond anything he¡¯d faced in training. This wasn¡¯t just a test of skill¡ªit was a test of willpower.


    Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity as the teams fought to adapt to the relentless onslaught. Hundreds of monsters were slain, their bodies piling up in the wake of the battle.


    But each victory came at a heavy cost. The cultivators were visibly exhausted, their auras dimming as their energy reserves dwindled. They barely managed to carve out enough space to create stable safe zones, their breathing labored as they fought to hold their ground.


    Devor noticed something strange on the screens. The fallen monsters didn¡¯t leave any corpses behind. Within minutes of their deaths, their bodies turned to fine ash. The ash swirled for a moment in the air before sinking into the earth, as if the world itself were absorbing them.


    ¡°What is this place?¡± Devor murmured, a cold shiver running down his spine.


    Yulin¡¯s voice broke through his thoughts. She gave his shoulder a light pat, leaning in with a wide, excited smile.


    ¡°Cheer up! Doesn¡¯t this competition look like so much fun?¡± she exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious.


    Devor glanced at her, his expression somewhere between disbelief and amusement.


    ¡°Fun?¡± he muttered, incredulous. ¡°Are we watching the same thing? Or are we seeing two completely different events?¡±


    Yulin just laughed, her sound light and carefree.


    Devor sighed, shaking his head. He turned his focus back to the screens, where the battles continued to unfold. His grip on the railing tightened. The weight of what was to come felt heavier now, more real.


    And deep down, a nagging thought lingered¡ªwas he truly ready for what lay ahead?

 Chapter 47 - The Battle Begins

    Half an hour passed, and every Golden Core team successfully wrapped up the first phase. Their Spiritual Gardens stood firm, radiating a gentle, inviting glow¡ªa clear sign of their success.


    Next came the Core Formation Teams. Liuning¡¯s calm yet authoritative voice rang out across the arena, calling them forward. With practiced ease, he gave his final instructions, sending each team into the Small World Fragment.


    The Core Formation participants, having watched the Golden Core teams, were much more cautious. Unlike their predecessors, none of them rushed to release their floating islands. Instead, they focused on battling the approaching monsters before attempting to set up their Spiritual Gardens.


    Still, a few teams took a more daring approach. They released their floating islands early¡ªsmaller versions that hovered above the forest floor. These teams adopted tactics they had seen in the Golden Core battles, using the islands as raised platforms to fight from.


    The monsters they faced were similar to those encountered by the Golden Core teams, though smaller¡ªstanding about four meters tall instead of five.


    Devor observed the battles closely, his sharp eyes tracking the monsters¡¯ movements and the teams¡¯ responses. The organizers¡¯ decision to have the strongest teams go first was a smart one. It gave the weaker teams a chance to learn and adjust their strategies, boosting their odds of surviving longer in the competition.


    By the end of the half an hour, the Core Formation teams had successfully completed the first challenge of the day, securing their spots.


    Next, it was the turn of the Foundation Building Teams, which included Devor.


    Taking a deep breath, Devor joined his teammates, led by the ever-composed Versti. His heart raced, but he kept his face calm. Behind him, Yulin flashed a soft, encouraging smile. ¡°Do your best, Devor,¡± she whispered, her voice steady and reassuring.


    The Azure Sky Team lined up in perfect formation, though Devor stood at the very back, his light blue Taoist robe sharply contrasting with the dark blue robes of his teammates. The difference made him stand out clearly.


    From her spot in the stands, Yulin couldn¡¯t help but pull out a small white crystal ball, capturing the moment. If social media existed in this world, she might¡¯ve posted something like: ¡°Unbelievable! The captain is standing at the back! Such humility is truly inspiring!¡±


    But the reality was simpler. Captains always stood at the front, and Devor¡¯s position at the back simply reflected his status as an Outer Disciple. Still, his unique attire made him look almost out of place¡ªlike he was in charge of the team.


    Suddenly, Liuning¡¯s voice rang out, booming across the arena and drawing everyone''s attention. ¡°What a surprise! We¡¯ve got an Outer Disciple in the Azure Sky Team!¡± he exclaimed, his tone a mix of curiosity and excitement.


    The spotlight fell on Devor, much to his discomfort. He let out a quiet, resigned sigh, feeling the weight of the crowd¡¯s gaze. Standing out was the last thing he wanted. Too much attention always led to complications¡ªand complications were something he could do without.


    Meanwhile, Liuning continued managing the teams with practiced efficiency, sending them one by one through the Small World Fragment. The Azure Sky Team was the fourth to be called.


    As Devor stepped through the mirror-like portal, he felt an immediate shift¡ªa strange disorientation. The ground beneath his boots was damp, the air thick and humid, and an oppressive aura hung in the air, making it feel like he¡¯d stepped into a whole new world. It was like an office worker suddenly finding themselves dropped into the chaos of a battlefield.


    The Azure Sky Team¡¯s ten members quickly sensed the oddness of their surroundings. Trapped within a shimmering Secret Barrier, their movements were temporarily restricted, forcing them to adjust to this eerie, unfamiliar world.


    Versti broke the silence, his voice calm but commanding. ¡°We need to change our approach.¡± His sharp eyes scanned the group before locking onto Devor. ¡°How soon can you plant the first seed in the Spiritual Garden?¡±


    Devor furrowed his brow, taking in the strange environment. ¡°It¡¯s hard to say,¡± he replied. ¡°This place is unlike anything I¡¯ve trained in before. The rules here are... different. I¡¯ll need a bit of time to adjust before I can do my best.¡±


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    Nyuru, standing nearby, nodded in agreement. "This world feels off¡ªlike it''s pushing us away," she murmured. The rest of the team exchanged uneasy glances, all silently acknowledging the same unsettling truth: this world was hostile.


    After a brief pause, Devor spoke up, his voice steady despite the uncertainty. "At least half an hour, maybe an hour," he said.


    Nyuru''s expression grew thoughtful. "What if we plant a Fire Lotus Anchor?" she suggested. "We could sacrifice an Earth-Grade Spiritual Plant to deal with the monsters quickly."


    Versti¡¯s gaze sharpened as he considered her idea. After a moment, he nodded. "That could work. Devor, can you speed up the growth of the plant?"


    A spark of confidence flickered in Devor¡¯s eyes. "If we¡¯re willing to sacrifice a meter of Spiritual Soil and use the Blue Star Elixir, I can have it fully grown in ten minutes," he replied without hesitation.


    The team exchanged brief nods, their resolve firming up.


    "Do it," Versti ordered, crouching down to scoop a handful of soil and letting it slip through his fingers. "Other teams might have thought of this too. I have a feeling this world resonates with the Undead element."


    Torni, who had been silent until now, placed his palm against the shimmering barrier surrounding them, his Spiritual Sense probing its structure. "If that¡¯s the case," he said, his voice low, "this Secret Barrier isn¡¯t just blocking our sight. It¡¯s also hiding our Vitality, keeping the Undead Monsters from detecting us."


    Versti nodded, his face set in a grim expression. "Exactly. Once the barrier fades, they¡¯ll come for us, no matter what. They can sense the strength of our Vitality, like moths drawn to a flame."


    His words hung heavily in the air, thickening the tension among the team. There was no denying it now¡ªwhether or not they activated the Floating Island, the monsters would come. Time was slipping away, and the challenge ahead felt even more daunting.


    Straightening, Versti¡¯s sharp gaze swept over his team. His voice cut through the tension, firm and commanding. "Get your weapons ready and form up! Frontline Fighters, don¡¯t hold back. Devor, prep the Spiritual Soil for planting. Everyone else, protect him until the plant¡¯s mature and ready for harvesting!"


    Without hesitation, the team sprang into action. Blades flashed as swords were drawn from Spatial Rings, their polished surfaces gleaming ominously in the dim light. Determination marked the faces of Nyuru, Torni, and the others as they quickly surrounded Devor, giving him plenty of space to work.


    Devor, calm and focused, tapped the Spatial Ring on his finger, steadying his mind as he prepared for the task. The weight of responsibility pressed down on him, but he bore it silently. The air around them seemed to hum with anticipation, charged with the sense that chaos was just moments away.


    Minutes ticked by, broken only by the distant growls of unseen monsters. Then, Liuning¡¯s voice thundered across the battlefield, shattering the silence.


    "Get ready, teams! I¡¯m starting the countdown. Three!"


    Every muscle in Devor¡¯s body tensed. His teammates shifted, grips tightening around their weapons as they braced for what was coming.


    "Two!"


    The pressure mounted, spreading through him like a storm. Devor¡¯s hand instinctively tightened around his Spatial Ring, and he slowed his breathing, trying to steady his nerves.


    "One!"


    With a burst of shimmering light, the Secret Barrier dissolved, leaving the team exposed to the dark, oppressive forest beyond. Dim sunlight filtered through the thick canopy, casting long, foreboding shadows across the landscape.


    Without missing a beat, Devor pulled a gourd from his Spatial Ring. He tilted it, letting golden sand pour steadily onto the ground, forming a neat pile at his feet.


    Raising his left hand, he channeled his energy with practiced precision, shaping the sand into a rectangular box¡ªa makeshift garden plot, one meter wide and half a meter tall. The sand hardened into place, ready to hold the spiritual soil.


    "Captain!" Devor called, his voice steady and unwavering.


    Versti didn¡¯t hesitate. From his Spatial Ring, he pulled out the Fire Lotus Anchor Seed¡ªits brilliant crimson glow pulsing with latent power¡ªand tossed it to Devor with pinpoint accuracy.


    Devor caught it smoothly, his focus unbroken. He dug into the prepared soil with careful precision, planting the seed with deliberate care. Every movement was measured, his hands working with methodical precision to ensure the perfect placement.


    Then it came¡ªthe growl. Low and guttural, it echoed through the forest like a dark warning. The sound crawled under their skin, sending chills down the team¡¯s spines. Each of them instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons, the vibration of the growl reverberating deep within them.


    Hovering above the group, Versti¡¯s voice cut through the tension with commanding authority. "Frontline Fighters, spread out! Ten meters to the east, south, and west! Manty, Torni, hold the northern flank! Everyone else, protect Devor¡ªtake out any monsters that break through!"


    The team moved as one, their unity a clear reflection of Versti¡¯s leadership. The swordsmen fanned out, forming a solid defensive line, while the support members reinforced the perimeter with unwavering focus.


    Meanwhile, Devor lowered himself to the ground, crossing his legs as he turned his attention entirely to the Fire Lotus Anchor Seed. A radiant stream of golden energy flowed from his chest, curling like tendrils of light, and seeped into the soil beneath him.


    In Devor¡¯s mind, the world seemed to narrow to a single point¡ªthe seed resting in the soil. Everything else faded into the background. The growls, the clash of steel, even the tremors of the battle vanished as his focus honed to a razor¡¯s edge.


    Above, the growls grew louder, signaling the arrival of their enemies.

 Chapter 48 - Seed in a Foreign Land

    Before stepping into this new world, Devor had prepared himself as best as he could. Still, the challenges here were unlike anything he¡¯d ever encountered. He drew in the raw energy from the environment around him, letting it flow through his body before transforming it into golden energy. It wasn¡¯t a difficult process, but it drained him more than he expected¡ªenough to use nearly a third of his total capacity.


    The golden energy spun like threads of liquid light, swirling gracefully before sinking into the earth and making contact with the Fire Lotus Anchor Seed.


    Devor¡¯s Spiritual Sense flickered as he tuned in, focusing on the seed¡¯s response. The rules of this world were... different. The usual flow of energy was disrupted, making his golden energy less effective as nourishment. Without wasting a beat, he adjusted the flow, aligning it with the subtle, unfamiliar rhythm of this realm.


    Slowly, the golden energy enveloped the seed, seeping into its tiny pores. A faint golden glow began to pulse from within, signaling the first step of successful cultivation.


    Devor exhaled deeply, a sense of satisfaction settling in as he opened his eyes. Reaching for his Spatial Ring, he twisted it slightly, summoning a small, 200ml bottle filled with the vibrant Blue Star Elixir. Without hesitation, he poured exactly 10ml onto the spiritual soil surrounding the seed.


    The effect was immediate. A delicate root pushed out from the seed, followed by a soft green sprout. The surrounding natural energy seemed to respond in kind, rushing toward the Fire Lotus Anchor and forming a tiny, swirling vortex above the soil¡ªa promising sign of progress.


    But then, Devor froze. His Spiritual Sense picked up something off¡ªan anomaly. The energy flowing through the sprout was unstable, wavering. Something was wrong. The plant didn¡¯t have a solid foundation to support its accelerated growth.


    The Blue Star Elixir was already taking effect. Stopping now would do irreversible damage to the plant.


    Teeth clenched, Devor set the bottle aside and began forming a series of hand seals. More of his golden energy surged into the sprout, a wave of force that wrapped around it, steadying its fragile structure. He focused intently, scanning the plant for weaknesses and reinforcing them with precision.


    The sprout pushed further through the soil, growing steadily. In seconds, it shot up to one centimeters tall. But just as quickly as it had grown, it stalled. The Elixir¡¯s effects had reached their limit.


    Devor hesitated, considering pouring more Elixir to help the plant reach full maturity. But in that moment of doubt, his focus faltered. The golden energy surrounding the plant began to destabilize, cracks spreading through the delicate flow.


    ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Devor muttered, his pulse quickening. He reached out with his Spiritual Sense and realized the unsettling truth. The golden energy wasn¡¯t just stabilizing the plant¡ªit had become a part of its growth. The sprout was now relying on his energy, like a crutch. If he withdrew it now, everything would collapse.


    "Ridiculous!" Devor thought, frustration bubbling up as he scrambled for a solution. He suspected the strange rules of this world were to blame, but there was no time to fully figure them out.


    Then it hit him¡ªthis wasn¡¯t just a test of cultivation. It was a trial of his adaptability. The bizarre laws of this fragmented world demanded precision and creativity, pushing him to think on his feet under pressure.


    Devor cursed under his breath as his energy reserves drained quickly. If he had better control over energy manipulation, he could¡¯ve created an external energy hand to pour the Elixir without disturbing the flow. But now, he was stuck. There was no way to back out, and pushing forward alone would only lead to failure.


    His chest tightened, sweat dripping down his temples. The golden energy inside him burned bright, but he knew it wouldn¡¯t last much longer. The plant was halfway to maturity, but his strength was fading fast.


    He clenched his fists, a spark of determination lighting within him. "I can¡¯t do this alone, but that doesn¡¯t mean no one can help."


    Swallowing his pride, Devor shouted over the chaos of the battlefield, ¡°Senior Nyuru!¡± His voice cut through the clash of weapons and the growls of nearby monsters.


    Nyuru, who had been expertly helping Sugu fend off a pack of scaled beasts, froze mid-swing. Her sharp eyes snapped to Devor, lips tightening into a thin line.


    "Please! I need your help right now!" Devor''s voice wavered, desperation seeping through as he fought to maintain the energy flow. His golden aura flickered like a candle in the wind¡ªa clear sign that his reserves were almost gone.


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    Nyuru hesitated, caught between helping Devor and staying with Sugu, who was barely keeping up against the relentless beasts.


    Sugu caught her hesitation and growled, ¡°Don¡¯t even think about it!¡± He swung his sword down with a heavy blow, taking out one of the monsters. ¡°If you leave, we¡¯re done for!¡±


    Nyuru bit her lip, her gaze flickering between Devor and Sugu. Sugu was on the edge¡ªhis sword swinging wildly as he fought off four monsters at once. His breath was shallow, his movements slowing. He needed help. But Devor¡¯s desperate call pulled her focus, a magnetic pull she couldn¡¯t ignore.


    With no time to second-guess, Nyuru made her decision. She sprang toward Devor, landing next to him in one smooth motion.


    Sugu saw her retreat, and his fury flared. His sword cleaved through a monster¡¯s scaled neck, but his frustration bubbled over. To him, Devor was just dead weight¡ªa burden holding the team back.


    ¡°I knew this would happen,¡± Sugu thought bitterly. ¡°He talks a big game but falls apart when it counts.¡± He wanted to shout his anger, but the unspoken support Devor had from the others kept him silent.


    ¡°Devor, what¡¯s going on with the plant?¡± Nyuru asked, slightly breathless, her sword still warm from the fight.


    Devor didn¡¯t even look up. His hands shook as golden energy pulsed from his fingertips. ¡°Pour the rest of the Elixir¡ªnow! I¡¯m running on empty!¡± he barked, gritting his teeth in frustration.


    Though confusion flickered across Nyuru¡¯s face, she didn¡¯t hesitate. She grabbed the Blue Star Elixir bottle next to Devor and poured it onto the soil without a second thought.


    Whoosh!


    The response was instant. A powerful vortex of energy spiraled above the Fire Lotus Archon, greedily pulling in the surrounding natural energy. The plant shot upward, its stalk stretching quickly.


    Five centimeters. Ten centimeters. Fifteen.


    Devor gritted his teeth, his focus razor-sharp as he maintained the flow of golden energy. The plant¡¯s roots were delicate, and even the smallest misstep could destabilize everything.


    Fifty centimeters.


    The Fire Lotus Archon kept growing, but Devor¡¯s body was reaching its breaking point. His golden energy was nearly gone. A sharp, metallic taste flooded his mouth. His throat tightened, and he coughed violently, spitting blood onto the soil.


    Nyuru¡¯s eyes widened at the sight of him faltering. Without thinking, she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to steady him. ¡°Devor, you¡ª¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve got this!¡± Devor rasped, cutting her off with a hoarse but determined voice. His eyes never left the Fire Lotus Archon.


    Failure wasn¡¯t an option. If he failed, it wouldn¡¯t just be about letting his team down¡ªit would mean proving every doubter right. Sugu¡¯s scornful gaze flashed in his mind, only strengthening his resolve. This was his moment. He had to succeed.


    As Devor''s energy reserves hit empty, something miraculous happened. Without thinking, his Spiritual Energy began to shift into golden energy. It made no sense. Golden energy was a complex blend, requiring the fusion of five different types of Qi from spiritual plants. Yet here he was, doing it instinctively, without even trying.


    The Fire Lotus Archon responded in kind. Vibrant flowers bloomed along its stem, their crimson petals glowing softly as they released a brilliant red powder into the air. One by one, the flowers opened, each more breathtaking than the last. Nine blossoms in total-an extraordinary number, marking the Fire Lotus Archon as a peak-quality plant.


    Devor''s vision blurred as exhaustion crashed down on him, heavy as a mountain. He blinked rapidly, forcing himself to stay focused. The plant still needed a few more centimeters to reach full maturity.


    "Come on... just a little more," he whispered, his voice barely audible.


    Finally, the plant reached its full height of one meter. Without hesitation, Devor summoned every last ounce of strength and used a precise hand technique to slice through the base of the Fire Lotus Archon, his palm sharp as a blade.


    Cough! Cough!


    Blood spilled from his mouth as he doubled over, his body shaking violently. His vision darkened, the edges of his sight blurring, but he refused to collapse-not yet.


    With his remaining strength, Devor hurled the harvested Fire Lotus Archon toward Nyuru. "Take it to Reeva-now!" he croaked, his voice barely a whisper.


    Nyuru caught the plant mid-air, her movements swift and precise. "Got it!" she called out, then sprinted toward Reeva without a second thought. The crimson glow of the Fire Lotus Archon illuminated her determined face as she weaved through the chaos of the battlefield.


    As Nyuru disappeared into the fray, Devor¡¯s body finally gave in. He collapsed onto the ground, his breath shallow and ragged. His entire body burned with pain, his organs protesting every movement. He hadn¡¯t even realized how much damage he¡¯d taken while stabilizing the plant.


    Was it worth it?


    A faint smile tugged at the corners of his bloodstained lips. Yes, it was.


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    Back in the main world, the leaders of the ten great sects watched the competition through the massive holographic display, their expressions unreadable. Devor¡¯s performance hadn''t gone unnoticed, especially by the more experienced cultivators who understood the toll such feats took.


    The Azure Sky Sect Master leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes locked on Devor¡¯s pale, motionless form. "That boy..." he murmured, curiosity lacing his voice.


    "He managed to cultivate a peak-quality Earth-Grade Spiritual Plant under these conditions. And yet..." His gaze lingered on the blood staining Devor¡¯s robes. "There¡¯s no way his Spiritual Essence alone could have lasted that long unless..."


    He trailed off, lost in thought. A faint smile tugged at his lips, a mix of intrigue and admiration. "Interesting. Very interesting. Let''s see how far this young farmer can really go."


    The other sect leaders exchanged glances, but said nothing. Each of them silently recognized the rarity of what Devor had just accomplished.


    For now, the competition pressed on. But for Devor¡ª a cultivator whose true strength lay not in the sword, but in the soil¡ªthis was only the beginning.

 Chapter 49 - The Fire Lotus Archon’s Reckoning

    Nyuru sprinted toward Reeva, her breath ragged and her face taut with urgency. In one swift motion, she shoved the Fire Lotus Archon¡ªcarefully nurtured by Devor¡ªinto Reeva¡¯s trembling hands.


    "Quick! I¡¯ve got your back!" Nyuru barked, already turning to face the front lines. Without a second thought, she took Reeva¡¯s place at the defensive line, her sword cutting through a scaled beast in one clean stroke.


    Reeva¡¯s chest rose and fell in sharp gasps, her hands shaking as she held the Fire Lotus Archon, its faint glow pulsing with energy. "What happened to Devor?" she asked, her voice barely steady.


    Nyuru didn¡¯t look back, her eyes locked on the chaos ahead as she brought her blade down on another monster. "We¡¯ll deal with him later. For now, just focus!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the noise. With a single powerful swing, she sent a massive creature stumbling back, its black-scaled hide cracking and smoldering.


    Reeva swallowed her worry, forcing her mind to settle. She dropped to the cold, uneven ground, crossing her legs and cradling the Fire Lotus Archon in both hands. A soft sphere of energy enveloped the plant, its glow warm and rhythmic, pulsing with her heartbeat.


    As Reeva concentrated, the Fire Lotus Archon began to fold in on itself. Its once-vibrant petals shriveled, its glowing leaves curling and disintegrating as if crushed by an invisible force. The plant¡¯s energy spiraled inward, swirling violently into the vortex she had created at the center of the sphere, consuming every last trace of the plant.


    The noise of the battlefield faded to a distant hum as Reeva focused, her movements steady and precise. Bit by bit, the Fire Lotus Archon crumbled into fine red powder, which she carefully divided into smaller portions. Her hands moved with practiced ease, shaping the powder into small, dense spheres of dark red energy. The faint glow within each sphere flickered, catching the dim light that filtered through the forest canopy.


    Reeva opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and scanned the battlefield. "Nyuru! Dnitz! Fall back and take these!" she commanded, her voice sharp and clear.


    Nyuru and Dnitz, locked in fierce combat, exchanged a brief, understanding glance before pulling back in sync. With a few decisive strikes, they pushed their enemies just far enough to regroup.


    Reeva tossed two spheres with perfect aim, one to each fighter. Both caught the glowing orbs mid-air, their grips firm but controlled.


    "I¡¯ll go first," Nyuru said, her voice steady and confident. She locked eyes with Dnitz for a split second¡ªan unspoken bond between them¡ªbefore turning back to face the oncoming horde.


    Nyuru focused her energy into the sphere in her hand. The warmth spread through her palm, building into a blazing heat that rushed up her arm. The sphere¡¯s red glow deepened, becoming almost unbearable to look at.


    With a sharp shout, Nyuru hurled the sphere forward, releasing its stored energy. A beam of blinding red light shot out, cutting through the advancing monsters like a raging dragon''s breath.


    BOOM!


    The explosion rocked the ground beneath them, and for a split second, the forest was bathed in a fierce crimson glow. The monsters caught in the blast were vaporized in an instant, their charred remains scattered across the battlefield.


    "Boom!" Another deafening roar followed as Dnitz unleashed his attack, a fiery wave that ripped through the next wave of beasts.


    The coordinated strikes left the battlefield in ruins¡ªsmoldering debris, scorched earth, and a thick blanket of ash where the monsters had once surged forward. Only a few stragglers remained, staggering with broken limbs and empty, glazed eyes.


    Nyuru lowered her hand, her sharp gaze scanning the battlefield. Her palm was blackened and raw from the heat, pain shooting up her arm with every movement, but she pushed it aside, her focus razor-sharp.


    "Reeva, more spheres!" Sugu called, his voice tight with effort as he plunged his blade into a monster''s neck.


    Reeva nodded, swiftly tossing two more spheres to Sugu. Her movements were efficient, her mind racing as she calculated where each sphere would do the most damage. The team was holding their ground¡ªbut just barely.


    Sugu caught the spheres with ease, channeling his energy into one right away. The familiar warmth spread through him, igniting the sphere in his hand. With a swift motion, he hurled it into the densest cluster of monsters.


    BOOM!


    The explosion sent shockwaves through the forest, the blast tearing through trees and obliterating the last of the monsters in its path.


    Meanwhile, the rest of the team swiftly took the powder balls from Reeva. One by one, they fired powerful energy lasers, the red beams streaking through the air with destructive force.


    One coordinated strike after another shifted the battle in their favor. What had started as a chaotic free-for-all now felt like a well-planned strategy, leaving the battlefield unnervingly quiet, save for the crackling of scorched earth.


    As the dust began to settle, Reeva sprinted toward Devor, her heart hammering in her chest. She found him collapsed on the ground, his body pale and unmoving. Blood stained his robes, trickling from the corner of his mouth and pooling beneath him.


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    "Devor..." Reeva whispered, her voice tight with anxiety. Kneeling beside him, she gently adjusted his position, supporting his head as she checked for a pulse. His breathing was shallow, his face twisted in pain.


    Without hesitation, Reeva reached into her Spatial Ring and pulled out a small green pill. Crushing it into a fine powder, she leaned in close, her voice soft but urgent. "Come on, Devor. You have to take this."


    She pressed the powder to his lips, urging him to swallow. For a moment, there was no response, and panic crept into her chest. But then, his throat twitched. Slowly, painfully, Devor swallowed the medicinal powder.


    A wave of relief washed over Reeva, though she didn''t let herself fully relax. She placed her palm on his chest, channeling a steady flow of energy to stabilize him. "Rest now," she whispered. "You''ve done enough."


    Devor closed his eyes, letting the warmth flowing through him seep into every corner of his battered body. The soothing sensation spread, easing the tightness in his muscles, steadying his breath, and mending the cracks in his exhausted spirit. The relentless coughs that had racked his chest were gone, replaced by a steady rhythm of inhales and exhales. Slowly, the searing pain that had held him captive faded, leaving behind a deep sense of calm.


    Reeva knelt beside him, her face set in fierce concentration. Her hands glowed faintly as they rested on his chest, channeling healing energy into his battered body. The soft hum of her power vibrated through him, sinking deep into his wounds and knitting them together with careful precision. A slight furrow appeared on her brow from the effort, but her focus never faltered.


    Around them, the battlefield still echoed with the chaos that had once reigned. The relentless tide of monsters had finally ebbed, but the air still carried the heavy scent of blood and the sharp tang of scorched earth. Broken bodies of monstrous beasts lay scattered, a grim reminder of the brutal fight they¡¯d just endured.


    One by one, the team began to regroup, their movements slow and heavy with exhaustion. A flicker of relief passed across their faces as they took in the stillness of the battlefield, but it was short-lived. Their eyes quickly turned to Devor¡¯s unmoving form, concern replacing any sense of victory. His pale face and weakened state were a stark contrast to the strength they had always relied on.


    Torni was the first to step forward, his face drawn and streaked with grime and sweat, but his concern was clear. "What happened to him?" he asked hoarsely, his voice rough from hours of shouting orders in the heat of battle. His eyes locked onto Reeva, silently demanding an explanation.


    The rest of the team moved closer, their tension almost tangible. Nyuru, still holding her blood-slicked blade, was the one to break the silence. "It¡¯s the Fire Lotus Archon," she said, her voice steady but laced with guilt. "Something went wrong while he was cultivating it." Her gaze lingered on Devor, a flicker of regret in her eyes¡ªas if she blamed herself for not stepping in sooner.


    High above, Versti, who had been observing the battle from the air, began his descent with deliberate speed. Though he had stayed out of the direct fighting, bound by his role as the team¡¯s captain, he now moved with urgency. He landed lightly beside them, his sharp eyes quickly scanning Devor¡¯s condition with practiced precision.


    "Devor overexerted his Spiritual Essence," Versti explained, his calm voice cutting through the tension. "That¡¯s what caused this. Don¡¯t worry¡ªhe¡¯ll recover. Reeva¡¯s already taking care of it."


    A collective sigh of relief rippled through the team, their postures loosening slightly. Losing Devor¡ªtheir Spiritual Farmer¡ªwould have been disastrous. While others like Nyuru could step in temporarily, the team¡¯s cohesion and strength would have been seriously compromised without him.


    Under Reeva''s care, and with the help of the medicinal pill she''d given him earlier, Devor¡¯s condition slowly improved. His limbs, heavy as stone, began to warm. His eyelids fluttered open, and he blinked groggily, his gaze taking in the concerned faces around him like he was emerging from a fog.


    "Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse but sincere. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he tried to sit up, but his body immediately protested.


    "Don¡¯t move!" Reeva snapped, her voice sharp but laced with concern. She pressed a firm hand on his shoulder to keep him down. "You¡¯re not ready to get up yet. Stay still until your energy stabilizes."


    Devor nodded weakly, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "Alright," he whispered.


    Versti stepped closer, his gaze focused and analytical. "What happened out there, Devor?" he asked, his tone calm but with an edge of curiosity.


    All eyes turned to Devor, the weight of their collective gaze pressing on him. For a moment, he hesitated, struggling to put his thoughts into words. Before he could speak, Sugu¡¯s voice cut through the silence, sharp as a knife.


    "Isn¡¯t it obvious?" Sugu scoffed, his tone harsh. "He doesn¡¯t have the experience for this. He made a rookie mistake, and it nearly cost us everything."


    The words hit hard, hanging in the air with a cold sting. Devor lowered his gaze, his shoulders slumping under the weight of the accusation. "You¡¯re right," he murmured quietly. "I didn¡¯t handle things as well as I should have. If I¡¯d had more experience, maybe I could¡¯ve managed it better."


    Sugu crossed his arms, his expression icy. "You shouldn¡¯t be learning something this basic in the middle of a fight."


    "Sugu, that¡¯s enough," Reeva snapped, her voice firm as she shot him a sharp look. Her tone was controlled, but there was a clear warning in her words, telling him not to push any further.


    Devor spoke up, his brow furrowed, despite the tension hanging in the air. "Something doesn¡¯t feel right about this place," he said, his voice low but firm. "I tried to stabilize the Fire Lotus Archon using my golden energy¡ªfilling in the gaps where it was weak. But when the plant grew... it didn¡¯t react how I thought. Instead of healing itself, it just absorbed my energy. Like it became part of the plant."


    Dnitz frowned, clearly puzzled. "Wait... is that a problem?" His voice held a note of uncertainty.


    Nyuru¡¯s eyes sharpened as she processed what he said, her mind working quickly. "Actually, yeah, that makes sense," she replied, her tone thoughtful. "Especially with the Blue Star Elixir. It accelerates growth too much. But if the plant¡¯s foundation is unstable, it¡¯s like trying to build a tower on sand. It might rise fast, but it won¡¯t last. It¡¯ll collapse before it has a chance to stabilize."


    Devor exhaled slowly, nodding as her words sank in. "Exactly. The more it grew, the more it drained me. It wasn¡¯t growing on its own¡ªit was feeding off my energy just to stay alive."


    He paused, his gaze softening as he looked at Nyuru. "That¡¯s why I couldn¡¯t keep up. My energy control wasn¡¯t strong enough to balance both the plant and myself. The Archon¡¯s growth was too unpredictable. I... I needed someone to handle the Blue Star Elixir without throwing off the fragile balance I was barely holding together."


    Sugu snorted, still clearly frustrated. "Maybe instead of chasing theories, you should focus on mastering the basics," he muttered, his irritation evident.


    "That¡¯s enough, Sugu," Versti said, his voice cold and sharp. His piercing gaze fixed on Sugu, silencing him instantly. "This isn¡¯t the time for blame. We all knew from the start that this world doesn¡¯t follow our rules. The only way forward is to adapt."


    His words settled into the air, demanding silence. Slowly, the tension in the group began to ease, replaced by a quiet sense of unity. The uncertainty still lingered, but Versti¡¯s calm authority brought them back together, grounding them in their shared purpose. They had survived the battle, and together, they would face whatever came next.

 Chapter 50 - Cultivating the Skyborne Garden

    High above the sky, a fifty-square-meter island floated in peaceful solitude. Devor crouched at the edge, carefully inspecting a small patch of plants. Among them, a dozen Yellow-Grade Plants stood alongside a single Earth-Grade Plant, their delicate leaves swaying gently beneath the island¡¯s protective aura.


    Devor expanded his Spiritual Sense, scanning each plant with sharp precision, his concentration absolute. When he finished, he exhaled softly, a quiet sense of relief washing over him.


    ¡°How¡¯s it looking? Everything under control?¡± Nyuru¡¯s voice broke the silence as she approached, her steps steady. She glanced at the plants, her tone laced with concern.


    ¡°For now, yes,¡± Devor replied, nodding slowly, his expression pensive. ¡°Just as I thought. The plants here have a basic flaw. The faster they grow, the more likely they are to break down¡ªand eventually die off.¡±


    Nyuru¡¯s brow furrowed slightly, though she managed a small smile. ¡°At least you got the Fire Lotus Archon right. That one¡¯s notoriously tricky. Its needs are way more demanding than anything else we¡¯ve dealt with.¡±


    Devor gave her a tired but determined smile in return. His exhaustion was clear, but the resolve in his eyes remained strong.


    In the distance, another team worked tirelessly, spreading spiritual soil across the island¡¯s surface. Torni stood at the edge, focused as he painted formation arrays that shimmered faintly with activation, ensuring the garden¡¯s energy remained balanced and secure.


    Devor and Nyuru soon joined the others, working together to spread the spiritual soil with careful precision. The steady breeze swept across the island, helping the soil settle evenly. In no time, the barren ground transformed into a lush garden, stretching ten meters by five.


    Though Nyuru was still feeling the weight of her fatigue, she moved in sync with Devor, helping to create eight small formation plots within the garden. Their actions were seamless, a quiet testament to their expertise as they worked in perfect harmony.


    By the time the last seed was planted, tiny sprouts had already begun to push through the soil, reaching toward the soft light above¡ªa hopeful sign of growth and renewal.


    A gust of wind swept through, signaling Versti¡¯s arrival. He descended smoothly, his dark robe trailing behind him as he landed in the heart of the garden. ¡°Alright, take five,¡± he said, his voice calm but commanding. ¡°We¡¯ll regroup once Manty finishes checking the area.¡±


    The team gathered in the center of the garden, forming a loose circle as they sat down to rest. The tension in the air relaxed just a bit, their faces showing a mix of exhaustion and cautious optimism.


    After a moment, Versti turned to Devor, his gaze sharp yet tinged with genuine concern. ¡°How¡¯s the planting going?¡±


    ¡°So far, everything¡¯s on track,¡± Devor replied, his voice steady, though a small note of pride crept in. ¡°We¡¯ve set up eight formation plots, each with about fifteen to seventeen plants. In total, we¡¯ve planted around one hundred and thirty Spiritual Plants.¡±


    Versti nodded, his expression thoughtful, but his next question carried a serious weight. ¡°What about the Blue Star Elixir? Have you found a way to counter its side effects yet?¡±


    Nyuru spoke up, her voice calm and confident. ¡°Not yet. What we¡¯ve seen so far is concerning. The accelerated growth caused by the elixir pushes the plants toward premature decay. For example, Yellow-Grade Plants can only grow up to five centimeters before their roots start to deteriorate.¡±


    Reeva, who had been listening quietly, frowned in confusion. ¡°But why don¡¯t the Golden Core and Core Formation teams have the same issue?¡± she asked, tilting her head.


    Devor¡¯s face darkened as he explained. ¡°They¡¯re using a highly advanced Spiritual Farming technique to stabilize growth. It works for now, but I¡¯m worried they¡¯ll run into bigger problems down the line.¡±


    Sugu, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, his frustration evident. ¡°Why? Haven¡¯t they already gotten past the early challenges and set a solid foundation?¡±


    Nyuru cut in, her tone firm yet calm. ¡°The problem is in the dependency these techniques create. I¡¯ve tested it myself. When plants are forced to grow too quickly, they become reliant on external energy. If they don¡¯t mature naturally, their roots remain weak and unstable.¡±


    To illustrate her point, Nyuru reached into her Spatial Ring and pulled out two plants. The first was a twenty-centimeter-tall Yellow-Grade Plant, its leaves vibrant and full of life. ¡°This one looks healthy on the surface, but its roots are inherently fragile¡ªa flaw that''s almost impossible to fix.¡±


    Next, she brought out another plant, a fully mature specimen standing at fifty centimeters tall. Its leaves shimmered faintly with spiritual energy. ¡°This one, however, was grown naturally. It¡¯s much more resilient and doesn¡¯t need external support to thrive.¡±


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    She placed both plants on the ground and motioned for the team to take a closer look. ¡°Pay attention to the details. The difference is obvious. Look at the roots¡ªthe first plant has shallow, brittle roots, while the second has thick, strong ones.¡±


    The team, including Versti, extended their Spiritual Senses toward the plants. Even without Devor and Nyuru¡¯s level of expertise, they could immediately sense the stark contrast.


    The smaller plant¡¯s roots were riddled with hollow spots, as if it had been rushed into growth. In contrast, the mature plant¡¯s roots were robust and healthy, deeply anchored in the soil. The difference was clear¡ªwhat looked vibrant on the surface hid a weak, unsustainable foundation underneath.


    Had Nyuru not asked them to inspect the roots carefully, they might have missed the issue entirely.


    If she had known what they were thinking, Nyuru might have bitterly laughed to herself. Truth be told, even she would have overlooked it if Devor hadn¡¯t pointed out the plants'' strange absorption patterns¡ªso subtle they were almost nonexistent.


    ¡°So, in the end, will the plant die if we leave it alone?¡± Dnitz asked, his brow furrowed, his eyes sharp with curiosity.


    ¡°Yes and no,¡± Devor replied, his tone calm but serious. ¡°These plants lose their ability to grow on their own. If we keep using the Spiritual Farmer Technique, they¡¯ll survive until maturity. But without constant intervention, they¡¯ll wither within a day.¡±


    Sugu¡¯s frown deepened, and he pressed further. ¡°Are you sure? If the technique keeps them alive, doesn¡¯t that solve the problem?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s exactly the problem,¡± Devor said, his expression grim. ¡°Our garden covers fifty square meters, and it can hold about 200 Spiritual Plants. The Spiritual Farmer Technique could work, but only for a few dozen plants at a time. Think about the workload¡ªSpiritual Farmers would have to work around the clock, day and night.¡±


    The team exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of the challenge settling in.


    ¡°At the start of the competition,¡± Devor continued, his voice steady and firm, ¡°we saw the Golden Core and Core Formation teams planting only what they needed¡ªabout a hundred plants¡ªeven though their gardens are much larger. They¡¯re probably facing the same bottleneck. Relying on the technique or the Blue Star Elixir for accelerated growth isn¡¯t sustainable. If they don¡¯t find a better solution, every team will run into the same problem.¡±


    A low hum vibrated through the air, followed by a surge of energy. A massive barrier shimmered into existence, stretching across the sky and enveloping the floating island in a protective dome.


    Versti turned sharply at the sound, spotting Torni at the edge of the island. With his hands raised in triumph, Torni¡¯s formation activated with a satisfying hum. He flashed a wide grin, clearly pleased with himself, before dusting off his hands and giving the team a thumbs-up.


    ¡°Nice work, Torni,¡± Versti called out, spotting Torni at the edge of the floating island. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he surveyed the completed energy formation. His excitement was clear, though he seemed oblivious to the fact that he was still working solo.


    "Captain," Devor said, picking up where they¡¯d left off, the energy formation having briefly interrupted their conversation. "When you mentioned the competition could last up to a year, was that something the organizers told you, or do you know something more?"


    Versti met Devor¡¯s gaze, pausing for a moment before answering. "That¡¯s what the organizers said. But the way this competition is set up... I get the sense there¡¯s more going on than they''re letting on."


    The team fell quiet, all of them frowning, clearly unsettled.


    "Aside from the monster threats," Devor added, his voice measured, "the slow growth of resources could explain the long timeline. With limited energy and resources, we¡¯re just not equipped to move fast. This is going to take patience... and flexibility."


    His reasoning was solid, though the team, apart from Devor, Nyuru and Versti, remained skeptical¡ªthere was no concrete evidence to back it up.


    The next day, Devor¡¯s words proved to be on point. By the end of the first full day of the competition, it was clear that the plants couldn¡¯t grow on their own without constant attention from cultivators. The grim faces of the Spiritual Farmers across all teams said it all: their workloads were quickly becoming unbearable.


    Without direct intervention to stabilize the plants¡¯ energy flow, the crops began to wilt within hours, causing significant losses for many teams.


    Devor worked through the evening, tirelessly monitoring the garden. Every seed he planted was carefully positioned, and he watched the energy flow of each Spiritual Plant, adjusting their placement and the formations to keep everything in balance. His exhaustion was clear, but he kept going, determined to find the perfect setup to sustain their fragile garden.


    As dusk fell, Liuning¡¯s voice suddenly rang out, amplified by some unseen array. His words were sharp and unmistakable.


    ¡°Congratulations to Team Azure Sky for completing the hidden achievement of being the first to repel a monster attack! The reward will be added at the end of the competition. Keep in mind, many hidden tasks remain undiscovered. Keep pushing, and you might uncover more!¡±


    Devor froze mid-motion, his hands trembling slightly in surprise. ¡°Hidden achievement?¡± he murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.


    Below the floating island, his teammates were just as stunned. Their fatigue seemed to melt away, replaced by a mix of shock and excitement over the unexpected announcement.


    Everyone turned toward Versti, who stood at the center of the group. His expression was a mix of confusion and hesitation. ¡°Hidden achievements?¡± he muttered under his breath, his gaze distant as if replaying every word they had been told before the competition began. Even he hadn¡¯t known such rewards existed.


    Nyuru broke the silence, a faint smirk playing at the corner of her lips. ¡°Looks like we made a bigger impression than we thought.¡±


    Sugu crossed his arms, his skepticism still clear. ¡°A hidden achievement is nice, but what exactly did we do differently?¡±


    ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter,¡± Versti cut in, his voice steady and firm. ¡°What matters is we¡¯ve gained an advantage. Now we focus on holding onto that lead and adapting to whatever comes next.¡±


    The team nodded, rallying behind Versti¡¯s calm leadership. While the road ahead was still unclear, the unexpected reward sparked a glimmer of hope. As the stars glittered above the floating island, their resolve burned stronger than ever.

 Chapter 51 - Hidden Milestone

    After finishing his tasks, Forly made his way to the Arena, excitement buzzing in the air around him. The place was packed with students, all eager to watch the live broadcast of the competition. Still, not everyone had gathered; some were busy with their own work, lost in their duties.


    The Arena was split into two main sections: one showing the live broadcast, and the other playing highlight reels of the teams¡¯ performances. The highlights offered a glimpse of how far the teams had come in the competition. Drawn by the energy of the footage, Forly made his way over to the highlight section.


    On the giant screen, Liuning''s voice rang out with enthusiasm, narrating as the highlights zoomed in on the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s Foundation Building Division team.


    "Big news for the Azure Sky Sect!" Liuning exclaimed, his excitement infectious. "Their Foundation Building team has hit an incredible milestone¡ªthey¡¯re now the fastest team to complete the Monster Strike!"


    Forly leaned in, captivated as the footage rolled. He saw Devor, struggling to cultivate the Fire Lotus Archon. His face was a mask of concentration, his every move weighed down by the pressure. Despite the intense difficulty, and with key help from his teammate Nyuru, Devor managed to bring the plant to full bloom.


    The screen shifted, showing Devor coughing up blood¡ªan image that hit Forly hard, his concern rising.


    Once the Fire Lotus Archon was fully matured, the Azure Sky team turned it into a powerful weapon. With incredible teamwork, they unleashed a devastating laser strike, taking out the monsters in a matter of minutes. The crisis was over in the blink of an eye.


    ¡°The organizers have hidden a bunch of milestones throughout this competition,¡± Liuning continued, his voice practically buzzing with excitement. ¡°Things like being the first team to successfully establish a Spiritual Garden, the first to make it ten kilometers toward the central zone, or the first to slay 10,000 monsters.¡±


    Forly¡¯s heart raced at the thought. These hidden milestones added a whole new layer of intrigue to the competition, making it so much more than just a race to the finish. Every secret achievement kept the excitement alive, holding the audience¡¯s attention far beyond the main results.


    ¡°No team knows about these hidden milestones,¡± Liuning teased, his voice drawing everyone in. ¡°It¡¯ll be fun to see who uncovers the next one!¡±


    As the screen shifted to highlights from other teams, Forly found himself still glued to Devor¡¯s team. Their struggles, their victories¡ªhe couldn¡¯t look away. Driven by the desire to see more, he left the highlight section and headed toward the live broadcast area.


    Once he found a seat, Forly picked up some snacks from a student selling food nearby. With his meal in hand, he settled in, eyes fixed on the massive screen, where the Azure Sky team¡¯s latest trials were being broadcast live.


    ¡°Monsters aren¡¯t the biggest challenge in this competition,¡± Liuning¡¯s voice rang out dramatically, setting the stage for something even bigger. ¡°Now, every team faces the crucial test of cultivating Spiritual Plants in their gardens!¡±


    The screen shifted to scenes of various teams struggling in their gardens. Faces tight with focus, brows knitted, and sweat pouring down¡ªevery participant was fighting the same battle. ¡°The rules in this Fragment world are nothing like the main world,¡± Liuning¡¯s voice echoed. ¡°Techniques that worked outside? They don¡¯t apply here. Each team has to adapt, get creative, and survive.¡±


    The screen was filled with images of struggling Spiritual Gardens. Many of the plants had withered, and Spiritual Farmers were shown frantically pouring their energy into saving what they could, hoping against hope to bring their gardens to maturity.


    ¡°More than twenty teams are stuck at square one, unable to make progress because their Spiritual Gardens are failing,¡± Liuning continued, his voice tense. The audience was glued to the screen, captivated by the scenes of frustration and desperation unfolding before them.


    Even Golden Core-level Spiritual Farmers were showing signs of being overwhelmed. It was clear this Fragment world wasn¡¯t playing favorites. Techniques that worked with ease in the main world weren¡¯t cutting it here, leaving the cultivators scrambling for new solutions.


    Then the focus shifted back to the Azure Sky team. The screen zoomed in on Devor, who was inspecting his garden with intense care. ¡°While many teams have faced catastrophic losses, the Azure Sky Foundation Building Team is standing out,¡± Liuning¡¯s voice brightened. ¡°They have the lowest failure rate so far, losing only 23 plants.¡±


    Forly¡¯s jaw dropped in awe. ¡°Devor is amazing,¡± he muttered, then couldn¡¯t help but cheer, drawing curious looks from those around him.


    The camera zoomed in on Devor, his Outer Disciple robes setting him apart from his teammates. ¡°Pay attention here,¡± Liuning said, his voice filled with admiration. ¡°Devor Li is the only participant still at Stage-8 Qi Refining. And yet, he¡¯s outperformed many of the more experienced Spiritual Farmers.¡±


    Liuning continued, ¡°The Azure Sky team took a bold risk. Instead of sticking with the easier Yellow-Grade Plants, they chose to gamble on Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants from the start. It was a risky move, but it¡¯s paid off, giving them a solid foundation for the rounds ahead.¡±


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    Forly stayed glued to the screen, his attention unwavering as the camera showed Devor carefully inspecting and adjusting each plant. However, as the broadcast went on, progress slowed. Devor¡¯s steady pace¡ªplanting one seed every hour¡ªbegan to dull the initial excitement for the audience.


    After three hours, many spectators began to lose interest. With little visible progress, they grew restless and drifted off to tend to their own activities. Forly eventually followed suit, reluctantly tearing himself away from the broadcast.


    It was clear the competition was shaping up to be an extraordinary test of endurance, intelligence, and adaptability. Many Spiritual Farmers watching from the sidelines secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful they hadn¡¯t been chosen to participate in such grueling challenges.


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    A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Forly eagerly returned to the Arena, his excitement reigniting. As soon as he arrived, the live broadcast zoomed in on Devor¡¯s Spiritual Garden.


    ¡°To everyone¡¯s surprise,¡± Liuning¡¯s voice boomed across the arena, ¡°Devor Li of the Azure Sky Foundation Building Division has taken the lead. His garden is nearly complete, and most of his plants are thriving beautifully.¡±


    Forly¡¯s chest swelled with pride as he watched Devor on the screen, moving with precise focus. It was clear to everyone: Devor wasn¡¯t just keeping up with the competition¡ªhe was mastering the very world around him.


    Cheers erupted throughout the arena. The students from the Azure Sky Sect roared with excitement, while those from other sects stood frozen, stunned into silence. Who could have predicted that the participant once thought to be the weakest would now display such remarkable skill?


    The screen shifted, showing the full scope of the Azure Sky Team¡¯s floating island. Their Spiritual Garden stood in stark contrast to the others, an oasis of life amidst the struggles surrounding it.


    ¡°Pay attention here,¡± Liuning said, his tone turning serious. ¡°Look at the flow of energy above their garden. It¡¯s vibrant, almost alive. That energy is trapped inside a unique barrier formation, creating the perfect environment for Spiritual Qi to converge and nourish the plants.¡±


    Even Liuning, who had seen countless competitions, seemed genuinely impressed. Despite their lower cultivation levels, the Azure Sky Team was making unprecedented progress. While more powerful teams in the Core Formation and Golden Core Divisions were still struggling with the basics, Devor was on the brink of completing his Spiritual Garden.


    The camera zoomed in on the heart of the garden, where Devor stood. His posture was steady, exuding quiet authority. Beside him, Nyuru listened attentively, nodding as Devor spoke in a calm, yet commanding tone.


    Devor sat cross-legged at the center of the garden, facing a formation that held a Yellow-Grade Plant. His breathing was even, his focus unshakable. Nyuru crouched across from him, her sharp eyes fixed on his every move, ready to follow his instructions without hesitation.


    Devor began channeling five strands of elemental Qi¡ªeach one a different color¡ªinto the formation. The energy swirled through the air like silk threads, growing stronger as it surrounded him. Sweat beaded on his brow, but his concentration never wavered.


    ¡°Nyuru,¡± he said, his voice steady. He opened his eyes, their golden glow reflecting the power inside him. ¡°Now.¡±


    Without a second¡¯s delay, Nyuru reached into the soil and carefully uprooted the Yellow-Grade Plant. Her movements were swift but precise, each action deliberate and flawless. In its place, she planted six Earth-Grade Seeds, each one prepared with meticulous care.


    Golden spiritual essence radiated from Devor, enveloping the newly planted seeds in a warm, powerful glow. Nyuru pulled a small vial from her Spatial Ring¡ªa rare Blue Star Elixir, an invaluable treasure they had been saving for just this moment.


    ¡°One drop per seed,¡± Devor instructed, his voice calm but commanding.


    Nyuru followed his lead, letting a single drop of the Blue Star Elixir fall onto each seed. As it touched the soil, the elixir shimmered, igniting life in the dormant seeds. Almost immediately, tiny roots began to sprout, burrowing into the earth as if drawn by some unseen force.


    Devor focused, directing the five elemental Qi into the formation to bolster the seeds¡¯ growth. ¡°Add more,¡± he said, his tone steady and clear. Nyuru, quick and precise, gave each seed another drop of the elixir¡ªno more than a milliliter each.


    The process unfolded with perfect synchronization. Slowly but surely, the seeds began to sprout. Shoots pushed through the soil at an astonishing rate¡ªfirst one centimeter, then five, then ten. Within minutes, the plants had reached twenty-five centimeters, their vibrant leaves faintly glowing with the stored energy.


    As the six plants reached their full height, the Qi they emitted merged seamlessly with the energy circulating through the garden. It felt like the last piece of a puzzle snapping into place. A subtle vibration rippled through the garden, signaling a profound transformation had taken place.


    Above the garden, golden mist began to gather, forming a glowing cloud that hovered protectively overhead. Streams of Qi flowed in perfect harmony, stabilizing the environment into a self-sustaining system. The Spiritual Garden had become an independent entity, no longer dependent on external energy sources.


    After more than ten days of relentless effort, Devor had accomplished what no other team had: the first fully stable Spiritual Garden in the competition.


    On the broadcast, Liuning paused, his eyes widening as he received updates from the competition organizers. His voice shook with excitement. ¡°Breaking news¡ªAzure Sky¡¯s Foundation Building Division has achieved one of the hidden milestones! They¡¯ll receive additional rewards at the end of the event! With this, the Azure Sky Team has now secured two hidden milestones!¡±


    The arena erupted into deafening cheers. The students of the Azure Sky Sect jumped to their feet, their voices raised in jubilant celebration. Forly, who had been leaning forward in anticipation, shot up from his seat, shouting Devor¡¯s name with pure, unfiltered excitement. His voice echoed across the arena, blending with the roar of his peers.


    The overwhelming commotion drew the attention of students outside the arena. Curious about the sudden uproar, they rushed in, eager to find out what had happened. What was once a quiet space quickly became packed, buzzing with energy as everyone gathered to watch the broadcast.


    On the screen, Liuning¡¯s excitement was palpable. ¡°Devor Li, a Stage-8 Qi Refining participant, has defied all expectations! Not only has his team overcome tremendous challenges, but they¡¯ve also set a new standard for what¡¯s possible in this competition!¡±


    The camera lingered on Devor, who remained calm despite the monumental achievement. He exchanged a brief, silent nod of gratitude with Nyuru before turning his attention back to the garden.


    Forly, still standing, clenched his fists in excitement. ¡°Devor¡­ you¡¯re amazing!¡± he shouted, his voice thick with pride.


    The arena buzzed with energy, a sea of Azure Sky Sect banners and chants filling the air. Though the competition was far from over, one thing was clear: Devor and the Azure Sky Foundation Building Team weren¡¯t just participants¡ªthey were serious contenders, poised to leave a lasting mark on the tournament.

 Chapter 52 - Devor’s Silent Triumph

    Devor stood in the heart of the dense forest, surrounded by his team in a tight semicircle. Their eyes were locked on him, the silence thick with anticipation. Floating just in front of him was a small island, no bigger than a meter across, drifting gently in the air. His eyes were closed, every ounce of his concentration focused on the delicate flow of Spiritual Sense he directed toward the island.


    A heavy stillness hung over the group, the only sound the occasional rustling of leaves stirred by the wind. They waited, the weight of their hopes resting on Devor¡¯s success.


    After what felt like an eternity, he exhaled deeply and opened his eyes. "It¡¯s going well," he said, his voice calm, yet carrying an unmistakable authority. "The balance is perfect. We¡¯ll be able to harvest the crops in five days."


    Nyuru stepped forward, a wide grin spreading across her face as she gave Devor an enthusiastic pat on the shoulder. "Nice job, Devor!"


    Devor managed a faint smile in return, though the exhaustion was clear on his face. Still, there was a quiet sense of satisfaction in his eyes. What he didn¡¯t realize was that he had pushed himself to the brink. The shimmering golden energy flowing over the garden was proof of the remarkable harmony he¡¯d achieved¡ªmuch more than anyone had expected.


    The team collectively let out a breath they hadn¡¯t realized they were holding, the tension of the last ten grueling days easing at last. Relief spread across their faces as they saw the end in sight. But underneath it all, there was still the weight of fatigue, and a subtle unease lingered. No one spoke of their lingering doubts, each of them unwilling to disrupt the fragile balance they¡¯d worked so hard to create.


    At the front, Versti stood tall, his gaze sharp and commanding. ¡°Remember,¡± he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade, ¡°no matter what happens, we trust each other. Even if doubt starts creeping in, we stand together.¡±


    He turned to Manty, the team¡¯s scout, who had positioned himself a little ahead. ¡°What¡¯s the situation up ahead?¡±


    Manty didn¡¯t hesitate. His voice was calm but alert. ¡°There¡¯s movement about a hundred meters out. At least a few dozen monsters gathering.¡±


    Versti nodded, then turned to Torni. ¡°How¡¯s the trap coming along?¡±


    Torni, known for his precision with traps, grinned confidently. ¡°It¡¯s ready. Once we draw them in, we¡¯ll take out at least thirty with the first blast.¡±


    Versti paused for a moment, then gave his orders. ¡°Sugu, Dnitz, Qiun¡ªyou¡¯re with Manty. Draw them into the trap.¡±


    The team members nodded, but Sugu couldn¡¯t help himself. ¡°Too bad we didn¡¯t beat the Purple Moon team to that hidden achievement for slaying 2,500 monsters,¡± he said with a smirk.


    The mention of the achievement hung heavily in the air, a reminder of how fierce the competition had become.


    Without another word, Manty led the group forward, slipping into the shadows as they moved toward the cluster of monsters. Their task was clear: draw the creatures¡¯ attention and lead them straight into the trap.


    Devor walked behind the group, each step weighed down by guilt. He sighed softly, muttering to himself, ¡°I¡¯m sorry for holding everyone back.¡±


    Nyuru, walking beside him, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. ¡°You¡¯ve done your best,¡± she said, her voice gentle but firm. She knew how much the role of a Spiritual Farmer demanded, especially in the early stages. Without his efforts, the garden¡ªand all their progress¡ªwould have been impossible.


    The rest of the team remained quiet but nodded in silent agreement. They understood this was a team effort, and no one carried the burden alone.


    A few minutes later, Sugu, Dnitz, and Qiun emerged from the shadows, leading a flood of monsters. The creatures surged forward like a dark wave, their glowing eyes burning with primal fury.


    At the front, Torni stood ready, his hands moving in a blur as he quickly wove complex seals. Above them, Versti hovered, his sharp eyes fixed on the oncoming horde.


    ¡°Now!¡± Versti¡¯s voice rang out, commanding and urgent.


    Torni gritted his teeth, pouring everything he had into the formation. Sweat dripped down his face, but his focus remained unshaken.


    A low hum filled the air¡ª


    The formation activated, a brilliant burst of light tearing through the battlefield. Energy surged from the ground in a blinding explosion.


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    Boom!


    The explosion tore through the cluster of monsters, the shockwave rippling through the air. The deafening blast sent debris flying and waves of heat rushing across the forest floor.


    As the light faded, the remaining monsters staggered, stunned and vulnerable. Sugu and the others didn¡¯t waste a moment, charging forward to finish them off with ruthless precision.


    Behind them, Nyuru, Reeva, Torni, and Guyin¡ªa master forger of weapons¡ªmoved through the battlefield, dispatching the stragglers with deadly efficiency. Devor stayed at the rear, gripping his sword tightly. Though his combat skills didn¡¯t match the others, he remained alert, ready to defend himself if needed.


    Under Versti¡¯s sharp command, the battle was over in under ten minutes. Without a word of celebration, the team quickly regrouped and pushed forward another hundred meters, their spirits unwavering and their resolve stronger than ever.


    In the distance, a beam of black light shot up into the sky, piercing the darkness like it was breaking through the clouds. A glowing purple formation circled the beam, marking their destination.


    Versti took the lead, guiding the team forward another hundred meters before signaling for a short rest. They seized the opportunity to catch their breath, easing the tension that had been building with every step.


    One by one, the monsters they encountered fell, quickly taken down with speed and precision. Although the path ahead was growing safer, each step drained their energy further.


    Four hours had passed, and the team had pushed forward nearly five hundred meters. Fatigue was written on their faces, but no one dared suggest stopping. Their goal was in sight, and they refused to give in to exhaustion.


    Finally, Versti ordered a brief pause to recover and sent Manty ahead to scout the road. Manty had barely taken ten steps when the ground beneath them suddenly trembled. Before anyone could react, monsters erupted from the earth, as though they''d been waiting for the right moment to strike.


    A moment of shock rippled through the team, but it quickly turned into grim determination. Without a word, they sprang into action. Weapons gleamed in the fading light as they met the oncoming wave of monsters.


    The battle was intense, each swing of a blade and burst of energy draining the last of their strength. Despite their exhaustion, they fought relentlessly, cutting down monsters one by one. When the final creature fell, they stood amidst the chaos, gasping for breath, nearly spent.


    Versti surveyed the group, his eyes sharp as he took in their condition. ¡°Has anyone seen anything like this before?¡± he asked, his voice calm but probing.


    The team shook their heads. None of them had ever faced monsters rising from the ground like this.


    Versti''s expression darkened. ¡°So¡­ this means each team can only safely progress about five hundred meters? Pushing further triggers even deadlier challenges?¡± His tone was heavy, filled with a seriousness that weighed on everyone.


    Qiun, a seasoned champion from the sect¡¯s annual competition, sank to the ground, frustration clear on his face. ¡°First, the Spiritual Garden, and now this? It¡¯s like we¡¯re being tested at every turn,¡± he muttered, his voice tinged with bitterness.


    The mood grew heavier. After the delays caused by the Spiritual Garden, this new challenge only made their progress more grueling. Every step forward felt like it came at a price.


    ¡°We¡¯ll take a short break,¡± Versti said, his voice calm but thoughtful. ¡°Nyuru, get the pills ready. Guyin, check everyone¡¯s weapons. Reeva, tend to the injured¡ªManty first. I¡¯ve got a plan, but I¡¯ll need Manty¡¯s help to make it work.¡±


    The team quickly fell into their usual routine, moving with practiced precision. Devor sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes locked on the small floating island hovering before him. The energy within it flowed sluggishly, but with remarkable calm, he focused on the delicate vibrations pulsing through the tiny plants.


    In its current state, the island couldn¡¯t support planting or harvesting. Devor knew he¡¯d need to restore it to its full size eventually, but for now, his priority was maintaining its fragile balance.


    Time passed slowly, the forest bathed in the soft, orange glow of dusk as evening settled in. The calm was shattered by Liuning¡¯s voice cutting through the air, his words stopping the team mid-task.


    "Congratulations to Team Azure Sky for unlocking a hidden achievement! You¡¯re the first team to fully stabilize your Spiritual Garden and secure a reliable source of basic resources! To the other teams, there are still hidden achievements to be claimed¡ªkeep pushing, don¡¯t give up!" Liuning''s excited voice echoed across the sky.


    A stunned silence fell over the group. All eyes shifted to Devor, who sat cross-legged, his expression calm. But there was a flicker of something beneath the surface¡ªa mix of pride and apprehension. They had done something remarkable, yet Devor knew the toughest challenges still lay ahead.


    Nyuru, ever composed, had expected this outcome, while Versti had always trusted Devor¡¯s abilities. But for the rest of the team, the announcement sparked a new wave of admiration. Their gazes softened, filled with respect they hadn¡¯t shown before.


    ¡°Wait... is that really true?¡± Dnitz asked, disbelief clear on his face.


    Qiun, his sharp gaze fixed on Devor, quickly pieced things together. ¡°So... all the other teams are facing the same challenges, but we¡¯re not only keeping up¡ªwe¡¯ve pulled ahead. Our preparations have put us in the lead.¡±


    Even Sugu, who had openly doubted Devor in the past, now studied him with a more thoughtful expression. Though a hint of hesitation remained, it was clear: their team had claimed first place in the Spiritual Farmer category. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Devor had exceeded even the expectations of the most seasoned Spiritual Farmers.


    The announcement didn¡¯t just bring joy¡ªit strengthened the bond between the team. For the first time, they truly believed in each other. Their trust in Devor¡¯s skills, paired with Versti¡¯s leadership, made them feel like an unstoppable force. Together, they had overcome every challenge so far, and together, they would face whatever came next.


    As they took a moment to reflect on the two major achievements they¡¯d secured, it became clear just how crucial Devor¡¯s role had been. Without his tireless effort and ingenuity, none of this would have been possible. Their confidence in him soared, solidifying his place as the heart of their team.

 Chapter 53 - Beyond the Limit

    The success of the Azure Sky Team left the other teams in stunned silence. It wasn¡¯t just Devor¡¯s exceptional skill that had drawn their attention; it was the fact that he was an Outer Disciple. To see a cultivator of such a low rank stand out so clearly among the elite participants was unheard of. Devor¡¯s name was now burned into the minds of every Spiritual Farmer in the competition. They knew that, once the event ended, avoiding the ripple of his influence would be impossible.


    Meanwhile, Versti stayed sharp, his eyes never missing a single detail. He was always in control, issuing orders to Manty with the calm precision of a leader.


    ¡°Keep checking the area every hour,¡± Versti instructed, his tone steady but firm. ¡°The key is figuring out the reset time. Once we have that, we can push even further.¡±


    The team had spent hours conducting experiments, each test bringing them closer to understanding the pattern. Manty could only move about ten meters ahead of the team before monsters began clawing their way out of the ground. But their behavior was becoming easier to predict. Whenever Manty retreated, only a couple of monsters would follow, while the rest would sink back into the earth, waiting for the next trigger.


    Time passed, but the team stayed patient, observing every detail. Finally, clarity struck. By 3 a.m., the monsters stopped emerging altogether. They¡¯d found the reset time: exactly 3 o¡¯clock in the morning.


    This discovery was a game-changer for the Azure Sky Team. With this new information, Versti wasted no time in formulating a plan to take full advantage of the opening.


    They had briefly considered using their swords to fly, soaring through the skies to cut the distance to the competition''s central zone. But the organizers had made it clear that how they chose to move would directly affect the kinds of monsters they encountered.


    ¡°If we fly, we¡¯ll face winged monsters that can attack from the air,¡± Versti reminded the team, his voice low and serious. ¡°And aerial enemies are much more dangerous than what we¡¯re up against now.¡±


    Traveling on foot, however, meant they¡¯d encounter grounded monsters¡ªfar easier to handle, especially at this stage in the competition. The decision was clear: they would keep their feet on the ground.


    Following Versti¡¯s lead, the team moved cautiously. Every step was calculated, every break carefully timed. Every hundred meters, they stopped to rest, saving their strength for whatever lay ahead. There was no need to rush; this wasn¡¯t a race, after all.


    After six hours of steady travel, they reached the five-hundred-meter mark¡ªtheir daily limit. Fatigue weighed on their bodies, but they were in better shape than they¡¯d expected.


    Versti stopped the group and turned to face them. "We¡¯ll rest here," he said, his voice steady. "But if you''re up for it, we can push another hundred meters."


    He paused, exhaling slowly, then spoke again, his calm voice now tinged with determination. "Here¡¯s the plan¡ªonce those poisonous plants mature, we¡¯ll use Torni¡¯s trap formation to push further after we hit our daily quota. But for now, the choice is yours."


    The team huddled together, their voices hushed as they debated their options. The gentle rustling of leaves filled the air as the wind swept through the trees. Meanwhile, Devor stood apart from the group, his focus completely on the miniature floating island before him. His hands moved with careful precision, guiding spectral energy around the delicate plants as he nurtured the fragile greenery.


    "Devor," Qiun called out, his voice sharper than usual, drawing the group''s attention. "Aren''t you going to join the discussion? We need everyone¡¯s input before we decide."


    The team turned their gazes toward him. Their trust in Devor had grown steadily, and they hoped he might offer a fresh perspective or a new strategy they hadn''t thought of.


    Devor didn¡¯t respond right away. He finished adjusting the flow of energy through the floating island, then slowly looked up. His eyes swept over the group before he spoke.


    "To be honest, combat is my weakest area," Devor said, his tone calm but direct. "If it doesn''t involve Spiritual Plants, I don''t have much to offer. I''m just listening¡ªI don¡¯t really follow most of what you¡¯re discussing."


    His blunt admission hung in the air, catching the team off guard. They had assumed his skills extended to every aspect of the competition, but this moment made it clear: Devor only spoke up when his expertise as a Spiritual Farmer could make a real difference.


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    Nyuru, standing nearby, gave a small nod, a gentle smile curling at the corners of her lips. "That¡¯s fair," she said, her voice warm. "But if you come up with an idea or notice something we¡¯ve missed, don¡¯t hesitate to speak up."


    Devor nodded in return, his expression calm but sincere. "I will," he replied simply, before lowering his head again to continue his careful work on the floating island.


    The team exchanged quiet glances, a newfound respect settling over them. Devor''s honesty and humility only strengthened their trust in him. Even though he focused on his specialized role, they knew his contributions had already proven invaluable¡ªand would likely be just as crucial in the challenges ahead.


    Everyone has their own strengths and talents. Devor, despite earning the respect of his teammates, saw no reason to step beyond his expertise. He preferred to remain calm and focused on what he excelled at, steering clear of jumping into areas he didn¡¯t fully understand. To him, meddling in unfamiliar territory wasn¡¯t just reckless¡ªit was dangerous. A single misstep could risk the team''s success and cost them the competition.


    After hours of deep discussion that stretched into the night, the team reached a significant decision: they would push past their usual five-hundred-meter daily limit. It wasn¡¯t a choice made lightly, and every member agreed to approach it with careful precision. Their plan was to move closer to the daily reset time, conserving their resources as efficiently as possible along the way.


    As the strategy was finalized, a tense silence settled over the group, blending with a shared, quiet resolve. The night was unnervingly calm, broken only by the rhythmic sound of Guyin polishing weapons. One by one, he returned them to each team member, now sharpened and reinforced.


    ¡°Since this is your decision, I¡¯ll follow your lead,¡± Versti said, his voice steady but filled with quiet authority. ¡°But I agree¡ªwe shouldn¡¯t waste resources yet. Let¡¯s push past the five-hundred-meter mark and see how far we can go before fully committing.¡±


    The team nodded in solemn agreement. Each member understood the gravity of their plan.


    ¡°Move out!¡± Versti¡¯s command cut through the stillness of the night, sharp and decisive.


    Sugu, Dnitz, and Qiun took the lead, while Devor stayed at the rear, his glowing sword casting a faint light over the shadows around him. Hovering just behind him was his small floating island, a constant reminder of his crucial role in their success.


    Barely ten meters into their advance, the ground beneath them trembled. With a deafening roar, monsters erupted from the earth¡ªmore than a dozen at once. Sugu and the others were quick to react, their blades slicing through the air with deadly accuracy, cutting down the creatures before they could fully emerge.


    But with every step they took, the ground seemed to stir even more, summoning even greater numbers of monsters from the depths. From his position at the rear, Devor observed the chaos unfold, unease creeping down his spine. Amid the battle, he saw Dnitz fighting three monsters at once, his movements quick but strained. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Devor noticed a new threat¡ªa fourth monster charging toward Dnitz¡¯s blind spot.


    Without a moment¡¯s hesitation, Devor focused his energy into his blade. Flames surged along the sword, casting an amber glow that reflected on his determined face. With a powerful lunge, he thrust the fiery weapon into the monster.


    Boom!


    The impact sent the creature staggering back, but it didn¡¯t fall.


    ¡°Fall back!¡± Sugu¡¯s voice rang out as he charged forward to finish the job. Devor quickly pulled back, glancing at his system readout:


    [Spiritual Energy: 1324/1544]


    He let out a breath, relieved to see he still had enough energy for a few more strikes.


    Step by step, the team moved forward, cutting down monsters with ruthless efficiency. Above them, Versti hovered, his gaze sharp as he monitored their progress. His focus never wavered, keeping track of the monsters¡¯ numbers and movements, mentally preparing for the battles ahead.


    Though Devor¡¯s combat skills didn¡¯t match those of his teammates, his role was still crucial. By drawing the monsters¡¯ attention at key moments, he bought his allies precious seconds to recover and avoid injuries that could have shifted the fight in the monsters'' favor.


    After thirty minutes of nonstop fighting, the team had pushed another hundred meters beyond their original limit. Their bodies screamed for rest, but Versti¡¯s commanding voice cut through their exhaustion.


    "That''s enough! Torni, activate the protective formation!"


    Torni, drenched in sweat but still focused, reached into his Spatial Ring and pulled out a scroll. With practiced precision, he unrolled it and channeled his energy. The intricate symbols on the scroll glowed brightly, and in an instant, they shot into the air, forming a protective barrier around the team.


    Outside the barrier, the monsters roared in frustration, slamming against the glowing shield with relentless force. The barrier trembled under their attacks, but for now, it held. Inside, the team took the chance to recover. They sat on the ground, breathing heavily as they swallowed restorative pills and focused on steadying their breaths to regain their strength.


    When the barrier finally shattered, the sound of its collapse was like glass breaking into a thousand shards. The team sprang into action, moving as one. With renewed determination, they struck down the remaining monsters with coordinated precision, their blades flashing through the air in perfect rhythm.


    The last monster fell with a guttural scream, leaving the night eerily still. The team collapsed onto the cold, unforgiving ground, too exhausted to care about anything else. In the silence that followed, they lay there, savoring the hard-won peace they had fought so fiercely to earn.

 Chapter 54 - The Golden Mist Garden

    Devor stood on a floating island, hovering peacefully above a dense forest. The mist below blanketed the land in a quiet, ethereal stillness. A bead of sweat traced down his temple, a quiet reminder of the long hours and effort he''d put into the day¡¯s work. Nearby, Nyuru moved with practiced ease, carefully organizing the freshly harvested Spiritual Plants, sorting them with swift, sure hands.


    "Everything''s accounted for, right? The team has what they need?" Devor''s voice was steady, but there was an edge of concern beneath his calm exterior.


    "Not a single thing left behind," Nyuru replied, holding up a strand of Holy Sun Grass to the light. Its golden leaves shimmered softly as she inspected it. "This is the Holy Sun Grass Guyin needs to enhance the team¡¯s weapons. It''s all here. And honestly? The quality of these plants is better than anything you''d find in the Main World."


    Devor let out a quiet sigh of relief and tilted his head toward the sky. Above, a golden mist hung like a living canopy, casting a soft, nurturing glow over the garden.


    "This golden mist... it could be the key," he murmured, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I wonder if the plants would be as good if we tried growing them in the Main World."


    Nyuru laughed, her eyes twinkling with both amusement and seriousness. "If you could recreate a garden like this in the Main World, you''d have cultivators lining up for miles. This isn¡¯t just any field of plants¡ªit¡¯s a treasure trove for anyone looking to cultivate top-tier Spiritual Plants."


    ¡°Selling a garden like this?¡± Devor blinked, momentarily thrown by the idea.


    Nyuru nodded, her expression thoughtful. ¡°It¡¯s not out of the question. But there¡¯d be some conditions. They¡¯d need a floating island to start with, and you¡¯d have to make sure the energy flows stay balanced before you hand it over. Without that, the results wouldn¡¯t come close to what you''ve got here.¡±


    Devor rubbed his chin, considering the idea. ¡°Huh, interesting. Maybe I¡¯ll think about it sometime.¡±


    Nyuru smirked, her tone turning playful. ¡°If you do, make sure I get the first slot. I want to be your first customer.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re interested too?¡± Devor raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by her bluntness.


    ¡°Of course,¡± Nyuru replied with a light laugh. ¡°Even most Inner Disciples would kill for a garden like this. Sure, they¡¯ve got their own little cultivation plots, but nothing on this scale or with this quality. This place is something else, Devor.¡±


    Devor nodded, the weight of her words settling in. In the sect, Inner Disciples had small plots for personal cultivation, but the bigger, higher-quality gardens were reserved for the sect''s use. For most cultivators, farming was a side skill to support their main path.


    Nyuru¡¯s voice broke his thoughts. ¡°Done!¡± she said, sliding the last batch of plants into her Spatial Ring. She brushed off her hands and turned to him with a satisfied smile. ¡°I¡¯ll take these to the team. What about you?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll stay here a bit longer,¡± Devor said softly. ¡°I need to cultivate after all the work today.¡±


    ¡°Got it,¡± Nyuru replied with a warm smile. ¡°I¡¯ll let you know if there are any changes to the schedule.¡±


    She reached out to touch the shimmering energy barrier surrounding the floating island, and it parted effortlessly at her touch. With a graceful leap, she descended and landed lightly on the forest floor below. The stillness was broken as she moved purposefully, distributing the harvest to the rest of the team.


    Devor remained on the island, now alone in the peaceful garden. Sitting cross-legged in the center, he closed his eyes and began circulating the Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique. Almost immediately, the energy in the garden responded, flowing toward him like a gentle tide.


    The floating island seemed alive, its golden mist wrapping around him as if it recognized him as its caretaker. The warm energy surged through his body, seamlessly merging with his internal flow. Devor took a slow, deep breath, guiding the golden energy into his Spiritual Root, expanding its capacity to hold more power.


    After several minutes of refining the energy, Devor reached into the pouch at his waist, pulled out a small Cultivation Pill, and swallowed it. A cool, soothing sensation spread through his body, enhancing the effects of his cultivation.


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    The golden mist seemed to heighten his absorption rate, making each breath sharper, more focused. With every cycle of the Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique, his Spiritual Root grew more pliable, stretching to accommodate the growing power within him.


    For the next hour, Devor repeated the process, taking another pill and carefully refining the energy with focused precision. By the time he opened his eyes again, his Spiritual Root pulsed softly, a subtle reminder of its expanding limits.


    ¡°At this rate, I could hit Stage-9 Qi Refining in a few months,¡± Devor murmured, his voice a mix of excitement and caution.


    But he knew better. Every step closer to advancing realms brought greater challenges. The deeper his cultivation went, the harder it would be to strengthen his Spiritual Pool.


    Still, as he looked at the glowing mist swirling around the garden, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. This garden was more than just a collection of plants¡ªit was his sanctuary, a place where progress was real and within reach.


    For now, though, he would take things one step at a time.


    Straightening his robes, Devor stood and leapt down from the floating island. He landed lightly on the forest floor, just as Nyuru was finishing her work with the alchemy furnace. With a swift, practiced hand seal, she shrank the island, storing it away for later.


    The island rapidly shrank, shrinking down to a small orb that hovered behind Devor like a loyal companion. But Devor knew better than to think it was his cultivation that commanded the island. That kind of control was beyond him for now. At this stage, it was Nyuru and the other senior members who had full responsibility for managing its size and movement.


    ¡°Devor, catch this!¡±


    Guyin¡¯s voice cut through the quiet hum of the forest. Devor instinctively raised his hands just in time to catch two objects flying toward him. In his grip, he found a sleek black bow, its surface gleaming like polished glass, and a quiver of finely crafted arrows made of smooth, polished wood.


    ¡°A bow and arrows?¡± Devor¡¯s brow furrowed as he looked up at Guyin, the team¡¯s Forging Master. Confusion laced his voice.


    ¡°Using your sword up close is too risky in certain situations,¡± Guyin explained, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. ¡°This bow gives you range and flexibility. You can attack without putting yourself in direct danger. Trust me, it''s the best option for someone at your level.¡±


    Devor glanced at the bow in his hands, his expression a mix of uncertainty and awkwardness. ¡°But¡­ I¡¯ve never used a bow before.¡±


    Guyin shrugged, his grin widening. ¡°All the more reason to start now. Don¡¯t worry, the captain will teach you. Right, captain?¡± He gestured over to Versti, the team¡¯s captain, who stood a few meters away, his expression as calm as ever.


    Versti sighed quietly, his gaze steady. ¡°Fine,¡± he said, his tone flat. ¡°Devor, shoot at me with everything you¡¯ve got.¡±


    Devor froze, eyes wide. ¡°Wait¡­ are you serious? How is that even allowed?¡±


    Versti¡¯s lips twitched into the faintest smirk. ¡°I¡¯m not allowed to take part in this world¡¯s challenges directly, but training a team member is an exception. So yes, this is totally within the rules. Now stop hesitating.¡±


    Devor paused for a beat longer, then nodded and gripped the bow more firmly. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll give it a shot.¡±


    Guyin¡¯s point made sense. If Devor could master the bow, he¡¯d be able to fight from a distance, reducing the risk of getting hurt in close combat. He tested the bow¡¯s weight, then carefully pulled an arrow from the quiver. His hands shook slightly as he nocked the arrow onto the string.


    But the bow wasn¡¯t as simple as it seemed. As Devor drew the string back, he realized how much strength it required. Despite putting most of his effort into it, the string barely budged. This was clearly a weapon made for someone much stronger than him.


    ¡°Aim for my head,¡± Versti¡¯s voice rang out, calm and steady. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, you won¡¯t hurt me.¡±


    Devor swallowed hard, his nerves getting the better of him. But he didn¡¯t want to let Versti¡ªor Guyin, who¡¯d trusted him with this weapon¡ªdown. Taking a deep breath, he steadied his trembling hands and aimed carefully at Versti¡¯s head.


    For a moment, it felt like time stood still. Then, with a sharp exhale, Devor released the arrow.


    Twang!


    The string snapped forward, launching the arrow at incredible speed. It whistled sharply through the air, slicing toward its target¡ªor so Devor thought. But instead of striking Versti, the arrow veered violently to the left, disappearing into the forest with a distant, muffled thud echoing from somewhere deep in the trees.


    Devor stood frozen, eyes wide in disbelief. He quickly checked the distance between himself and Versti¡ªjust ten meters. How had he missed by so much?


    From the sidelines, Guyin burst into laughter, unable to hold it back.


    ¡°That bow isn¡¯t ordinary, Devor,¡± he said, arms crossed as he casually leaned against a tree. ¡°The string¡¯s elasticity gives the arrow insane speed, but you¡¯ve got to have total control when you release it. Otherwise¡­ well, you saw what happened.¡±


    Devor scratched the back of his head, clearly embarrassed. ¡°So¡­ what now? Do I have to go fetch that arrow?¡± he mumbled, half-joking.


    ¡°Of course you do,¡± Versti replied without missing a beat. His tone was dry, but his sharp gaze left no room for debate.


    Devor sighed and slung the bow over his shoulder, heading toward the forest.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± Guyin called after him, still grinning. ¡°We¡¯ll wait right here.¡±


    As Devor disappeared into the trees, Versti shook his head slightly. ¡°He¡¯s got potential, but he¡¯s got a long way to go.¡±


    Guyin smirked, leaning back with a relaxed posture. ¡°Everyone starts somewhere, Captain. At least he hit the forest and not his own foot.¡±

 Chapter 55 - The Heavenly Lotus Gambit

    After Devor wrapped up the issues in the Spiritual Garden, the Golden Core team followed suit three days later to tackle their own set of challenges. Five days after that, the Core Formation team arrived, and a week later, the Foundation Building team finished their work in the garden.


    Under Versti¡¯s leadership, the Azure Sky team moved forward with steady determination. Versti carefully calculated the number of monsters they needed to face each day, making sure every step was precise and every battle executed with efficiency.


    Their progress was dictated by a monster quota tied to each distance: for every 50 meters they advanced, 20 monsters would appear. To cover a daily distance of 500 meters, they had to defeat 200 monsters. But if they pushed an extra 50 meters, the monster count surged¡ª50 more would emerge. And if they dared to push 100 meters beyond their quota, they¡¯d face an additional 100 monsters, stretching their resources thin.


    To deal with these challenges, the team came up with intricate strategies using trap formations. They¡¯d lure monsters into a ten-meter radius, and once at least 50 had gathered, they¡¯d trigger the traps to wipe them out. The area ahead would temporarily clear, allowing the team to advance.


    Reeva, using Devor¡¯s cultivated poisonous plants, bred venomous insects that became essential to the team¡¯s combat strength. Guyin, the Forging Master, took powders from the rare plants and infused them into their weapons, giving them devastating properties that were especially effective against undead-type monsters.


    Nyuru took charge of crafting pills that kept the team at their best, ensuring they stayed in peak condition despite the relentless challenges. Meanwhile, Manty used his sharp tactical instincts to scout the best spots for traps and lures. Working alongside Torni, whose expertise in formations was unmatched, they set up traps that wiped out thousands of monsters.


    On the front lines, Dnitz, Sugu, and Qiun formed an unbreakable vanguard. Their coordination and resilience grew sharper with every battle. Devor, while mostly focused on cultivating resources, didn¡¯t shy away from the fight, occasionally joining in with his bow and arrows.


    Each battle forged stronger bonds among the team. Even Sugu, who had once looked down on Devor, began to see him as an essential part of the group.


    Days blurred into weeks, and weeks stretched into months. Each day was a cycle of combat and preparation that never seemed to end. The food pills they ate, once bearable, now felt like a dull necessity, leaving them yearning for a proper meal. But in this isolated, harsh world, such luxuries were out of reach.


    One day, Devor returned to the group, cradling six freshly harvested black plants in his arms. The rare find sent a ripple of excitement through the team.


    Manty and Qiun captured a few monsters alive, while Reeva used the black plants to refine a specialized poison. After countless trials, she succeeded in creating a toxin that cut the team¡¯s effort in killing monsters by at least 15%. Reeva was optimistic, noting that as Devor continued to cultivate more diverse plants, the potency of their poisons would only improve.


    Six grueling months passed in what felt like a blur. Their bodies were battered by exhaustion, but their spirits never wavered. This competition demanded more than just skill¡ªit demanded everything they had, day in and day out.


    ??????


    On the floating island, Devor sat cross-legged in the heart of the Spiritual Garden. His body hummed with energy as he absorbed the golden mist that swirled around him.


    Whooooshhh!


    A powerful gust of wind shot outward from him, rattling the delicate balance of the garden. Nyuru, who had been tending to the nearby plants, quickly raised an energy shield to protect the fragile vegetation from the blast.


    The golden mist surged toward Devor, as if drawn to him by some unseen force. His aura flared, intense and magnetic, pulling the garden¡¯s essence into his very being.


    Thirty minutes passed before the storm of energy finally began to settle. Slowly, Devor opened his eyes, a faint golden glow flickering within them before fading.


    "Stage-9 Qi Refining..." he whispered, his voice low but steady. His fists clenched, trembling¡ªnot from weakness, but from an ironclad determination.


    After months of relentless effort, he had finally reached the peak of the Qi Refining Realm.


    After descending from the floating island, the remaining members of the Azure Sky team greeted Devor with heartfelt congratulations for reaching the peak of the Qi Refining Realm. Devor bowed modestly, grateful for their praise, but his joy was short-lived. While his breakthrough was a significant achievement, it felt small compared to the monumental task that still lay ahead.


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    Thanks to their steady supply of resources, the Azure Sky team had maintained a consistent pace. But as they neared the central area, the monsters they faced grew more terrifying with each encounter. It was hard to tell if the creatures were truly stronger, or if their bodies¡ªworn down by months of relentless combat¡ªwere starting to falter.


    The battles had drained them, not just physically, but mentally. The ultimate prize of the competition seemed almost irrelevant now. What mattered more was the brutal realization that this experience was not just a test of skill, but a harsh training ground that was shaping their cultivation foundations and forging them into something much stronger.


    Every now and then, Liuning¡¯s voice echoed across the small world, announcing the hidden achievements of various teams. Despite their strong start, Azure Sky had only secured two hidden achievements early in the competition. But now, they had just added three more to their total!


    ??????


    Three months passed in what felt like a blur. The final stage of the competition loomed ahead, the central area now visible in the distance like a beacon of both hope and danger. The victory flag was within reach, but the monsters guarding this final stretch had become overwhelmingly powerful. Advancing their daily quota of 500 meters now felt like an impossible task.


    Other teams began to crumble under the relentless pressure. One by one, participants fell, overwhelmed by the monstrous hordes. Azure Sky wasn¡¯t immune to tragedy¡ªManty and Sugu, trapped and surrounded during an ambush, had been unable to escape.


    Versti gritted his teeth in frustration and unleashed a mysterious seal. Protective runes enveloped Manty and Sugu, saving their lives, but at a steep cost¡ªthey were ejected from the small world, disqualified from the competition.


    Now, only seven members remained. The team stood in a quiet, solemn circle, their faces heavy with sorrow and confusion.


    In the distance, flashes of battle lit up the horizon like fleeting stars. Other teams were locked in desperate struggles, some already pushing through the final stretch.


    As dawn broke over the small world, its golden light cast long shadows across the team. The usual camaraderie was replaced with a grim seriousness, the air thick with tension.


    ¡°We have to fly,¡± Qiun said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence. His expression was unwavering, his determination clear. ¡°We¡¯re running out of time. If we don¡¯t take the risk now, we¡¯ll lose any chance of winning.¡±


    Torni frowned, skepticism written all over his face. ¡°Fly? And what about the hundreds of winged monsters that will swarm us? Flying doesn¡¯t guarantee survival, let alone victory.¡±


    Before anyone could respond, a thunderous explosion echoed from the distance, shaking the ground beneath them. The team turned, their eyes locking on a battle unfolding in the skies above.


    Several teams shot toward the central area, moving at incredible speed, but their path was anything but clear. Winged monsters materialized from the empty sky, attacking with relentless fury.


    The Azure Sky team stood in stunned silence as they watched members of the other teams hurl themselves into the fray, sacrificing their lives to clear a path for their comrades.


    The sight was horrifying, but it also reignited their resolve. If victory required risk, they would face it without hesitation.


    Devor lowered his head, his brows drawn in deep thought. After a long pause, he spoke. "What if we use the Heavenly White Lotus? Could it give us the edge we need to reach the central area?"


    Nyuru turned to him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "The Heavenly White Lotus?" she repeated, her voice thick with shock. "Devor, that¡¯s a Sky-Grade Spiritual Plant. We planted it only two months ago¡ªit¡¯s nowhere near mature!"


    Devor¡¯s gaze was unwavering, his voice calm but firm. "I can try to accelerate its growth," he said. "But it won¡¯t be easy. To force the Lotus to mature, we¡¯ll have to sacrifice other plants to gather enough energy to nourish it."


    The team fell silent, the weight of his words settling over them.


    Versti stepped forward, his piercing gaze fixed on Devor. "How confident are you that this will work?"


    Devor hesitated, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. ¡°Honestly? I¡¯m not sure. This is my first time working with a Sky-Grade plant, let alone trying to accelerate its growth. It¡¯s a gamble, no doubt about it.¡±


    The team exchanged uneasy glances. Doubt and anxiety hung in the air, but no one dismissed Devor¡¯s idea outright.


    Finally, Nyuru spoke, her voice quiet but firm. ¡°If we go through with this, the cost will be huge. Not just for the plants, but for you, Devor. Speeding up a Sky-Grade plant¡¯s growth could drain your Spiritual Essence entirely. Are you prepared for that?¡±


    Devor didn¡¯t flinch. ¡°I am,¡± he said firmly. ¡°It¡¯s risky for me, but it also helps my cultivation. So in the end, it¡¯s worth it.¡±


    A heavy silence fell over them, the weight of the decision pressing on each member. The tension was palpable as they each wrestled with their fears and doubts.


    At last, Versti¡¯s voice broke through, decisive and commanding. ¡°We¡¯ll do it.¡± His gaze swept over the team, his tone final. ¡°This is our best shot. Devor, prepare the garden. Nyuru, help him. The rest of you, step in if he needs anything.¡±


    The team moved with newfound purpose, their earlier hesitation replaced by determination. The road ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: they would see this gamble through.


    As Devor made his way to the floating island to prepare the Heavenly White Lotus, a wave of pressure settled over him. The weight of the plan rested entirely on his shoulders, but he refused to let that stop him.


    For nearly a year, they had fought side by side, overcoming every challenge the competition had thrown at them. Now, with victory finally within reach, Devor was more determined than ever not to let his team down.


    The golden mist of the floating garden swirled around him as he knelt before the Lotus. With focused hands, he began the delicate process of channeling energy into the plant, fully aware that their future depended on its bloom.

 Chapter 56 - A Trial Against the Heavens

    Amidst the lush expanse of the spiritual garden, Devor stood before the Heavenly White Lotus, now nearly half a meter tall. Its pristine petals shimmered with an ethereal glow, exuding a sacred aura that pulsed with pure spiritual energy. A soft, soothing fragrance drifted through the air, as if the essence of the heavens itself had condensed into this one extraordinary bloom.


    Nearby, Nyuru watched him, arms crossed. ¡°This feels just like when you cultivated the Fire Lotus Archon,¡± she mused, her voice calm yet laced with meaning. ¡°But even though they¡¯re only one grade apart, the gap between Earth-Grade and Sky-Grade is like the distance between heaven and earth.¡±


    Devor nodded, his gaze steady. ¡°I know,¡± he said. ¡°But this time, I¡¯m ready. I won¡¯t make the same mistakes.¡±


    Above them, Versti hovered in midair, his piercing gaze locked on Devor. ¡°Remember, death is not an option in this competition,¡± he warned. ¡°If your body can¡¯t handle the strain, I will step in.¡±


    Devor met his stare with a faint smile. ¡°I have no plans to die, Captain.¡±


    Taking a slow breath, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. At once, the Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique stirred to life, drawing in energy from the surroundings in a steady, rhythmic flow.


    "This world¡­ it¡¯s strange," Devor thought as he sank deeper into meditation. "The golden energy above this garden isn¡¯t just the result of spiritual harmony. It¡¯s more than that¡­ It¡¯s a manifestation of my power in this world."


    Devor had spent enough time here to recognize the pattern. The golden mist hovering over the garden wasn¡¯t just a random phenomenon¡ªit bore an uncanny resemblance to his own Spiritual Essence. But one question lingered.


    Why did this happen here and not in the Main World?


    The answer was becoming clearer. This realm didn¡¯t just suppress a cultivator¡¯s strength¡ªit unlocked a potential they could never reach elsewhere.


    No one, aside from Nyuru, knew what he was attempting.


    Suddenly, the golden mist above the garden stirred, swirling into a slow-moving vortex. Thin streaks of energy stretched downward, converging at the top of his head. Devor guided the energy inward, letting it flow through him, refining it with his cultivation technique before channeling it into his heart.


    From deep within his core, another stream of golden energy emerged, extending toward a nearby plant. It wrapped gently around its stem before branching out, linking to the next one. One by one, the plants became connected, an intricate web of energy weaving through the entire garden¡ªan unbroken current of life flowing between them.


    This was a technique from Essence of Nature, usually meant to sacrifice Spiritual Plants, siphoning their power for cultivation. But Devor wasn¡¯t using it to take¡ªhe was using it to give.


    The Heavenly White Lotus wasn¡¯t just any plant. Every stage of its growth had to be meticulously controlled. A fully matured Sky-Grade Spiritual Plant was rare for a reason.


    And Devor intended to see it bloom.


    High above, Qiun hovered with the others, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. ¡°What if he fails?¡± he asked. ¡°Does that mean we¡¯re done for too?¡±


    Reeva frowned. ¡°Nyuru has enough supplies to last at least a month. Even if he fails, we keep going at our current pace.¡±


    Meanwhile, the golden energy pulsed through the garden¡¯s network, growing stronger as it siphoned the vitality from the surrounding plants. Lush green leaves dulled, their vibrant hues fading to lifeless gray. Petals withered, stems shriveled, and the energy sustaining them flowed toward a single focal point¡ªthe Heavenly White Lotus.


    At the garden¡¯s center, Devor trembled under the crushing pressure. This technique wasn¡¯t meant to be used on such a scale.


    "Absorbing the life force of so many plants at once¡­ it¡¯s too much!"


    A sharp pain shot through his chest.


    ¡°Guh¡ª!¡±


    The energy raged through his meridians, a violent surge threatening to tear him apart. His Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique fought to stabilize the flow, but the force was overwhelming, like a storm battering against a dam about to break.


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    Up in the sky, Versti¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°He¡¯s pushing too hard. If his meridians rupture¡ª¡±


    ¡°He knows the risk,¡± Nyuru cut in, though her voice lacked its usual certainty.


    Despite the overwhelming strain, the Heavenly White Lotus began to respond. Its petals pulsed with light, its stem trembling before stretching upward, inch by inch. It was working.


    But something was wrong.


    The energy within Devor started to resist. Some of the plants, not yet fully drained, instinctively clung to their essence, disrupting the flow. The golden energy coursing through his body twisted chaotically, spiraling out of control.


    A sharp taste of iron filled his mouth as blood trickled from his lips.


    "No¡­ I can¡¯t stop here!"


    His body trembled, his vision blurred¡ªbut he refused to yield.


    Gritting his teeth, he forced the Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique to spin faster, desperately filtering the rampant energy threatening to tear him apart. His meridians screamed in protest, stretched to their limit. Yet slowly¡ªbit by bit¡ªhe adapted.


    And then, something changed.


    The wild energy raging inside him, once on the brink of destruction, suddenly shifted. The crushing pressure melted into a radiant warmth, seeping into every pore. It was as if a long-sealed door had finally opened, breaking the barriers that had held his cultivation back.


    "A breakthrough¡­?"


    Above, Versti and Qiun immediately took notice.


    ¡°He¡¯s not just cultivating the Heavenly White Lotus,¡± Qiun murmured, eyes widening. ¡°He¡¯s using this process to temper himself¡ªto force his own ascension. He¡¯s not just sacrificing his strength¡­ this is his chance.¡±


    A surge of refined energy burst from Devor¡¯s body. Though his skin was still streaked with blood, his aura had changed¡ªdeeper, sharper, brimming with newfound power.


    But before he could take it in, the Heavenly White Lotus trembled violently. A burst of sacred light flared from its petals, sending shockwaves rippling through the earth.


    Devor¡¯s gaze snapped to the flower, now shining with a brilliance beyond anything he¡¯d ever seen.


    "It¡¯s not over yet¡­" he whispered, focus sharpening.


    The lotus pulsed, its glow intensifying as if reaching for something beyond the mortal plane.


    Its stem stretched taller, petals unfurling in radiant splendor¡ªclear signs of nearing full maturity. But as it grew, a crushing pressure descended upon the garden, an invisible force pressing down like an unseen hand.


    The world itself was resisting its growth.


    The flower¡¯s roots trembled beneath the weight of the unknown force. The air crackled with tension, and the energy surging through the soil turned wild and erratic¡ªlike a caged beast struggling against its bonds.


    Seated at the garden''s center, Devor''s breath came in ragged gasps. His body trembled, sweat dripping down his temples as the crushing force around him grew stronger.


    "Guh-"


    Blood seeped from his pores, tracing thin crimson lines down his skin-the toll of unbearable internal pressure. Every breath burned like fire in his lungs, and every attempt to steady the raging energy inside him only worsened the pain.


    "I won''t stop here...!"


    Gritting his teeth, he poured even more of his life essence into the Heavenly White Lotus, ignoring the searing agony tearing through his body. If he faltered now-if he hesitated for even a second-everything he''d sacrificed would be for nothing.


    But the world itself resisted.


    The spiritual pressure spiked.


    The surrounding plants cracked and withered, their roots lifting from the soil. Some shattered instantly, crumbling to dust as their spiritual essence was ripped away.


    Blood trickled from Devor''s nose... then his ears... then his eyes.


    His chest heaved, his breath ragged and uneven. His vision blurred at the edges, darkness creeping in. But still, he held on.


    And then-


    BOOM!


    A deafening roar split the sky.


    Above, dark clouds churned into a spiraling vortex, lightning crackling within¡ªwild, erratic¡ªbefore converging on a single point.


    The Heavenly White Lotus.


    Now towering over a meter and a half, its presence was undeniable.


    Bolts of golden-blue lightning gathered above it, pulsing with divine judgment.


    Devor¡¯s breath caught. He could feel it.


    This wasn¡¯t just a natural phenomenon.


    This was a trial from the heavens themselves.


    Then¡ª


    CRACK!


    A blinding arc of divine lightning struck the heart of the lotus, engulfing it in waves of radiant electricity. The earth trembled beneath its might, shockwaves rippling through the garden.


    And then¡ªslowly¡ª


    The petals unfurled.


    From deep within the flower¡¯s heart, a sacred light emerged. This was no ordinary Spiritual Energy. It was something greater¡ªpure, undiluted Dao essence, a power few in this world had ever witnessed.


    The Heavenly White Lotus had fully bloomed.


    But Devor¡ª


    His body had reached its absolute limit.


    Blood poured from Devor''s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth all at once. His breath was barely a whisper, his consciousness slipping, teetering on the edge of oblivion. It felt as though every organ had been torn apart, his meridians shredded beyond recognition.


    Above, Versti moved in an instant.


    With a sharp motion, he formed a series of intricate hand seals, sending streaks of glowing runes toward Devor''s failing body. The symbols merged, forming a protective barrier-


    And then-


    Devor vanished.


    He had been forcefully removed from this world.


    He had lost the competition.


    But his team had gained something far more valuable than they had ever imagined.


    Despite the weight of Devor''s sacrifice, there was no time to hesitate.


    Nyuru stepped forward, her movements swift yet deliberate, and approached the fully matured Heavenly White Lotus.


    Around her, the garden lay in ruins. Hundreds of plants had been reduced to ash, their essence drained. The golden energy that had once blanketed the sky had faded into a thin, barely visible mist.


    She reached out, her fingers grazing the petals of the legendary flower-


    And in that moment, realization struck.


    "This..."


    This was no longer the Heavenly White Lotus they had planted.


    What lay in her hands was something far greater.


    Something impossible.

 Chapter 57 - Awakening Beyond the Veil

    The instant Devor''s battered body emerged from the small world where the competition had taken place, he crumpled onto the circular platform, utterly spent. His limbs, drained of strength, refused to move. Exhaustion crushed down on him, yet beneath the weight of fatigue, a flicker of triumph still burned¡ªhis gamble had paid off.


    The medical team, already on standby, sprang into action. Dressed in white robes inscribed with shimmering runes, they rushed to his side, hands glowing with healing energy as they assessed his injuries. Threads of golden light wove through torn flesh and battered meridians, sealing wounds and soothing the damage.


    From the stands, Yulin¡¯s breath caught in her throat. Her chest tightened as she watched Devor slump, unmoving, against the platform. Every instinct screamed at her to run to him, to shove past the healers and feel for herself that he was still breathing. But the shimmering barrier separating spectators from competitors held firm, leaving her helpless. Her nails bit into her palms as she fought the urge to cry out.


    Devor hovered on the edge of unconsciousness, but even through the haze of pain, a sharp thrill shot through him. That world¡ªso deceptively small¡ªwas no ordinary trial ground. The officials had downplayed its significance, but he knew the truth now. He hadn''t just survived it.


    His Spiritual Root had undergone a profound transformation, refined beyond anything he had imagined. Power pulsed through him, raw and unrestricted, his cultivation flowing with an ease he''d never known. The Foundation Building Realm was no longer a distant dream¡ªit was within reach.


    By the time the medical team had stabilized him, Devor¡¯s body had already been transferred to the Rejuvenation Chamber¡ªa vast, crystalline sanctuary designed to accelerate recovery. At its center, a pristine, blue-hued pool shimmered, its surface pulsing with waves of restorative energy.


    Other injured competitors were already submerged in its depths, their wounds visibly mending. Among them, Sugu and Manty floated in meditative silence, their eyes shut as they absorbed the pool¡¯s healing essence.


    A medic carefully guided Devor into the water, allowing his body to drift weightlessly. With practiced efficiency, they activated a specialized Qi-guiding formation, stimulating his body¡¯s natural absorption process.


    A surge of vitality rippled through him. Torn muscles wove themselves back together. Overstrained meridians pulsed, regaining their former strength. But the pool wasn¡¯t just healing him¡ªit was refining him.


    ??????


    Meanwhile¡­


    Deep within the Fragment World, in the competition grounds, Team Azure Sky was making their final move.


    Before them stood a fully matured Heavenly White Lotus¡ªa towering Sky-Grade plant whose petals shimmered with ethereal light. Revered by cultivators, it held near-limitless energy, enough to power an entire formation¡ªif one knew how to harness it.


    This was their gamble. Their last chance. And they had no intention of walking away empty-handed.


    Nyuru, Reeva, and Torni had spent the past hour in careful preparation. Torni¡¯s fingers moved with practiced precision, carving intricate runes into the ground as he completed the formation¡¯s framework. Meanwhile, Nyuru and Reeva worked in sync, mixing rare herbal essences to amplify its effects.


    Finally, everything was ready. The team gathered at the formation¡¯s core.


    Torni took a steady breath and raised his hands. ¡°Activating now.¡±


    With a single command, the formation blazed to life.


    The lotus trembled. A pulse of energy erupted from its core, cascading into the engraved patterns below. The sacrificial plants placed at the edges withered instantly, their essence devoured by the spell. Moments later, delicate blue crystalline powder formed in the air, shimmering as it drifted down over them.


    The effect was immediate.


    A surge of raw energy roared through their bodies, igniting every fiber of their being. Fatigue vanished. Qi flooded their meridians, swelling beyond their natural limits.


    This was the power of the Heavenly White Lotus¡ªa temporary, overwhelming wellspring of energy. But the price was steep. When the hour ended, their bodies would pay the toll, collapsing under the weight of the borrowed power.


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    Nyuru exhaled sharply, already bracing for what was to come. ¡°Make every second count.¡±


    Then¡ªsomething unexpected happened.


    Sparks of lightning crackled across their bodies.


    Nyuru¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°This¡­ this wasn¡¯t supposed to happen.¡±


    Somehow, the lotus had absorbed lightning essence, amplifying its effects far beyond what they had planned. Instead of merely restoring their stamina, it had awakened something more¡ªraw, untamed lightning energy now surging through their veins.


    And then, all at once, the realization hit them.


    The creatures in this world¡ªtheir enemies¡ªwere undead.


    And what was the natural bane of the undead?


    Lightning.


    Torni flexed his fingers, a wicked grin spreading across his face as arcs of electricity danced between his knuckles. ¡°Well, this just got interesting.¡±


    Reeva nodded, a fierce glint in her eyes. ¡°We didn¡¯t just get an energy boost¡ªwe got a divine advantage.¡±


    With renewed confidence, Team Azure Sky turned toward the battlefield.


    For the next hour, they were unstoppable.


    Their path to the top three was no longer just within reach¡ªit was inevitable.


    ??????


    Devor body lay unconscious, suspended in healing, but his mind was far from still. It drifted deep into the sea of his consciousness, where fragmented memories and emotions swirled like an endless tide.


    Here, in this liminal space, he faced the past.


    Devor relived every grueling battle he had fought in the competition¡ªsix months of relentless combat. A cycle of blood, exhaustion, and survival that had honed him into something sharper, something more aware. The echoes of battle still clung to his nerves, his muscles tensing instinctively, anticipating the next strike. Even now, in forced stillness, the weight of those months pressed down on him.


    It wasn¡¯t just fatigue. It was conditioning.


    His body had adapted to war. His mind had been forged in fire.


    But beneath it all, something else stirred. A pull. A whisper, insidious and relentless, urging him deeper into a mindset where only battle mattered.


    "There¡¯s no way the sect or the captains would send ordinary disciples into this competition," Devor murmured within his consciousness. "Fighting every single day would break someone too easily."


    Then, the scene shifted.


    Beastbound Hollow.


    The memory struck like a hammer, raw and unrelenting. The punishment. The isolation. The suffocating weight of injustice.


    Even now, after everything, it still felt unfair.


    But¡­ was it truly a punishment?


    Or had the sect chosen his path long before he ever realized it?


    "So Beastbound Hollow¡­ was meant to temper the mind and heart of a cultivator?" Devor murmured, the anger he once held unraveling into something else. "And the garden inside my cave¡­ was that part of the plan too? Did the sect orchestrate all of this to prepare me for the competition?"


    The more he thought about it, the clearer the picture became.


    Unfair? Absolutely.


    Brutal? Without question.


    But fairness had never existed in any world.


    Even back on Earth, justice was nothing more than a comforting illusion.


    And this? This was the cultivation world¡ªa place where a single sword swing could split mountains, where men slaughtered each other over the treasures inside a spatial ring. If a cultivator couldn¡¯t accept the world¡¯s cruelty, they had no place in it.


    A memory surfaced¡ªhis grandfather¡¯s warning.


    "Maybe my grandfather¡­" Devor¡¯s thoughts drifted, reaching for memories long buried. "Maybe he wasn¡¯t just afraid that I¡¯d kill if I became a cultivator. Maybe he feared the life I¡¯d be forced to live just to survive in this ruthless world."


    His grandfather had always been a quiet man, never speaking more than necessary. He had never outright forbidden Devor from pursuing cultivation¡ªbut the way he had looked at him, the sadness in his eyes whenever the topic arose¡­


    Maybe that sadness hadn¡¯t been about Devor¡¯s potential for violence.


    Maybe it had been about what he would have to become.


    The Azure Sky Sect wore its prestige like a polished mask, but beneath the surface, its philosophy was brutally clear¡ªharden its disciples for the realities of cultivation or let them perish.


    Devor exhaled.


    ¡°No, it¡¯s not just cultivation,¡± he realized. ¡°Even back on Earth, every man eventually learns¡ªthe world is unfair and merciless.¡±


    A strange sensation rippled through his consciousness. A pull.


    Something deep inside him was shifting.


    For too long, he had clung to an illusion¡ªthat if he stayed within the safe confines of his knowledge, of his love for Spiritual Plants, he could avoid the greater battle. That his world could remain small, contained.


    But now he saw the truth.


    Cultivation wasn¡¯t just about plants. It wasn¡¯t just about Qi or power.


    It was about survival. It was about control.


    He had seen it in Sugu¡ªthe one who had changed the most over these past months. Arrogance stripped away, pride tempered, replaced by something steadier. A man who had once scoffed at teamwork now placed his trust in others.


    And Devor?


    His transformation wasn¡¯t as obvious to outsiders.


    But within himself, it was undeniable.


    He was still quiet, still observant. But it wasn¡¯t detachment anymore¡ªit was awareness.


    It reminded him of his time on Earth.


    Back then, he had been the quiet one among his friends, speaking only when he understood the topic. If he didn¡¯t, he would listen. Watch. Learn who people were¡ªnot through their words, but through their actions.


    That habit had given him an edge, a way to see beyond facades and understand people¡¯s strengths, weaknesses, and true selves.


    And without realizing it, that same instinct had returned in this world.


    For too long, he had buried himself in cultivation plants, believing that was all that mattered.


    But now, he knew better.


    He needed to start seeing the bigger picture.


    And to do that¡­


    He had to stop running from the past.


    His sealed memories of Earth¡ªhe had locked them away, convinced they would only bring pain. That they would make him weaker.


    But now, he had made his decision.


    ¡°It¡¯s time to unlock them.¡±


    Not to dwell on the past.


    But to use it¡ªto sharpen his mind, to strengthen his resolve, to survive and thrive in this unforgiving world of cultivation.

 Chapter 58 - The Awakening and the Unseen Path

    During his time in the Rejuvenation Pool, Devor¡¯s Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique activated instinctively, drawing in the dense spiritual energy that surrounded him. His body, still frail, barely registered the process, but his meridians drank in the energy greedily, strengthening his weakened foundation.


    Meanwhile, the competition pressed on toward its final stages.


    After two more days of relentless battles, the Foundation Building Division had determined its top four teams.


    First place went to the Purple Moon team, their flawless strategy and overwhelming individual strength setting them apart.


    Second place was claimed by Heavenly Dawn, who had come within a hair¡¯s breadth of victory in a breathtaking final clash.


    Third place belonged to Azure Sky, a hard-fought triumph that cemented their sect¡¯s name in the minds of all who had witnessed their tenacity.


    Some teams had hoped for a higher ranking, but no one could deny Azure Sky¡¯s remarkable performance. They had shattered expectations, proving themselves against some of the strongest cultivators of their generation.


    As the final standings were announced, the battlefield fell into silence. The tension of battle had faded, replaced by exhaustion and quiet relief. Healers rushed to tend to the injured¡ªsome with only minor wounds, others barely clinging to consciousness after brutal encounters.


    Even with the sect¡¯s protective formations, accidents were unavoidable. But victory wasn¡¯t the competition¡¯s only purpose. This was a trial by fire, a crucible meant to push young cultivators beyond their limits¡ªforcing them to grow, or break, under the weight of true battle.


    Still, tragedy had struck.


    A member of the Blazing Fire team had paid the ultimate price, sacrificing his own life by unleashing a forbidden technique¡ªone that burned away his vital energy in exchange for fleeting power. Despite the medical team¡¯s frantic efforts, they couldn¡¯t save him.


    His name was carved into the Wall of the Fallen, a solemn reminder that cultivation was never just a pursuit of strength¡ªit was a path where every step carried the weight of life and death.


    In the crowd, Yulin stood in silence, her chest tight with grief.


    The Blazing Fire Sect had always shared a deep bond with the Azure Sky Sect, making the loss feel all the more personal. She exhaled slowly, pressing her lips together.


    That could have been Devor.


    He had been just as reckless, pushing himself to the brink inside the Fragmented World. If he had gone just a step further... would she be mourning him instead?


    A flicker of unease settled in her chest.


    ??????


    Two weeks passed.


    Devor drifted in the depths of his consciousness, suspended in a state that felt both endless and fleeting. His body remained locked in recovery, submerged in the rejuvenating waters.


    Then, something shifted.


    A sudden jolt of awareness surged through him. The soothing chill of water pressed against his skin. His senses stirred¡ªfirst sluggishly, then all at once.


    With a sharp inhale, Devor¡¯s eyes fluttered open.


    The Rejuvenation Pool stretched around him, its crystalline surface shimmering with a faint, otherworldly glow. Nearby, a medic stood watch, her sharp gaze locking onto him the moment he stirred.


    ¡°You¡¯re awake.¡± She stepped forward, kneeling beside the pool to assess him. ¡°Don¡¯t move yet. You¡¯ve been unconscious for a while.¡±


    Devor blinked, trying to shake off the lingering haze. His body felt sluggish, weighed down by exhaustion¡ªbut beneath that, something was different. His Qi. His cultivation. Stronger. More refined.


    The medic placed a hand on his wrist, sending a gentle pulse of energy through him, stabilizing his condition. ¡°Your recovery is going well, but you need to stay in the pool a little longer. Pushing yourself too soon could set you back.¡±


    Devor let out a slow breath, closing his eyes for a moment before nodding. ¡°Understood.¡±


    Satisfied, she rose to her feet, giving him space.


    Thirty minutes passed.


    When the final examination was done, he was finally cleared to leave the water¡ªbut not to resume training just yet.


    That didn¡¯t bother him. There was something far more important on his mind.


    His cultivation.


    Sitting cross-legged at the pool¡¯s edge, Devor turned his focus inward, examining the changes in his body. His energy pulsed with newfound strength. He had reached the absolute peak of Stage-9 Qi Refining¡ªjust one step away from breaking into the Foundation Building Realm.


    That final step, however, was anything but simple.


    Devor recalled something Master Nie had once told him:


    "The Qi Refining Cultivation Technique can carry a cultivator into the Foundation Building Realm, but only if they have the skill to harness it."


    Even so, breaking through wasn¡¯t just a matter of effort. It required immense energy, precise control, and a deep understanding of one¡¯s cultivation technique.


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    As he sank deeper into thought, his ears twitched.


    Hurried footsteps.


    Before he could react, a soft hand pressed against his forehead.


    A wave of Qi swept through him¡ªgentle, yet firm. Probing. Searching.


    His eyes snapped open.


    Standing before him, worry etched across her face, was Yulin.


    ¡°Sister Yulin?¡± he asked, startled.


    ¡°Stay still. Don¡¯t resist,¡± she ordered, her voice sharp with concentration.


    Devor hesitated but ultimately complied, allowing her Qi to flow through his meridians.


    Behind her, Versti approached, his calm gaze flicking between them. He made no move to interfere.


    A full minute passed before Yulin finally withdrew her hand, exhaling deeply.


    Relief flickered across her face¡ªbut it didn¡¯t last.


    Her expression darkened as she turned a sharp gaze on him.


    ¡°You were reckless,¡± Yulin snapped. ¡°Forcing the Sky-Grade Plant to mature in that world¡ªwhat were you thinking?¡±


    Devor blinked, caught off guard by the sharpness in her tone. ¡°I¡ª¡±


    ¡°You knew how dangerous that world was from the start,¡± she pressed, voice tightening. Her hands curled into fists at her sides. ¡°And yet, you still pushed even further in the final stage? Do you have any idea how close you were to dying?¡±


    The anger in her words was undeniable¡ªbut so was the concern beneath them.


    Devor hesitated before answering. ¡°I know it was risky¡­ but I had my reasons.¡±


    Yulin¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°And what reason could possibly justify that?¡±


    He took a slow breath. ¡°Because something was wrong with that world.¡±


    Silence stretched between them, tense and heavy.


    Finally, Yulin spoke, her voice measured. ¡°Explain.¡±


    Devor met her gaze, then gave a small nod. ¡°I didn¡¯t just use the garden¡¯s energy to accelerate the Sky-Grade Plant¡¯s growth¡ªI used it to aid my own cultivation. And when I did¡­ I felt something. A presence.¡±


    Yulin¡¯s frustration flickered, giving way to curiosity. ¡°¡­A presence?¡±


    His expression sharpened. ¡°Something was shaping the flow of spiritual energy in that world. Not disturbing it, but¡­ guiding it. It wasn¡¯t natural¡ªat least, not in any way we understand. And if I hadn¡¯t extended my senses with the garden¡¯s energy, I never would have noticed.¡±


    She studied him carefully. ¡°And you¡¯re sure it wasn¡¯t hostile?¡±


    Devor let out a slow exhale. ¡°If it was, I wouldn¡¯t be standing here. But when I reached out, it responded. It didn¡¯t resist me¡ªit was waiting for me. And when I drew on the energy, it didn¡¯t pull away. It pushed me forward.¡±


    Yulin¡¯s expression darkened¡ªnot with anger, but with thought. A force beyond their understanding, not just watching but guiding? That wasn¡¯t just an anomaly.


    That was something far greater.


    A quiet tension hung between them.


    Then Yulin sighed, her voice softer this time. ¡°Even so, Devor¡­ if you ever pull a reckless stunt like that again¡ª¡±


    She cut herself off, her voice unsteady.


    Devor blinked. The realization hit him¡ªshe had truly been afraid for him.


    A small, wry smile tugged at his lips. ¡°I¡¯ll be more careful next time.¡±


    Yulin huffed, crossing her arms. ¡°¡­Good.¡±


    But the worry in her eyes lingered.


    From an outsider¡¯s perspective, his actions might have seemed reckless. But the truth was, this had never been a blind gamble. He had already discussed the risks with Nyuru, and with the medical team¡¯s expertise back in the main world, they had calculated that his body could be stabilized in time to prevent permanent damage.


    ¡°The process was brutal and dangerous,¡± Versti said, his voice steady, ¡°but in the end, the results were worth it, Junior Sister Yulin.¡± A small, knowing smile played on his lips.


    At the familiar voice, Devor turned.


    Standing at the edge of the Rejuvenation Pool, his posture as composed as ever, was Captain Versti.


    ¡°Captain,¡± Devor greeted with a nod.


    Versti¡¯s expression softened. ¡°Thank you, Devor. Because of you, we secured third place in this tournament.¡±


    ¡°Third place?¡±


    Devor¡¯s eyes widened in disbelief.


    That was an incredible result.


    From the very start, no one had dared to hope for a top-three finish¡ªespecially with the tournament stretching across an entire week, pushing every team to their absolute limits.


    ¡°It¡¯s an outstanding achievement,¡± Yulin said, letting out a heavy breath. ¡°And you¡­ you¡¯re about to be rich. On top of that, you might just become famous among the disciples of the Ten Sects.¡±


    Devor blinked. ¡°Eh? Why?¡±


    Yulin studied him for a moment before answering.


    ¡°Out of all the competitors in the early stages, you were the first Spiritual Farmer to adapt to that world¡¯s unique laws.¡±


    Devor nodded slightly. ¡°I already knew that. Liuning announced our team¡¯s achievement back then.¡±


    Yulin crossed her arms, her expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement.


    ¡°That¡¯s not all.¡±


    She paused, letting the moment sink in before continuing.


    ¡°You didn¡¯t just surpass other Foundation Building cultivators. You outpaced Core Formation and Golden Core teams in adaptation.¡±


    A stunned silence fell over Devor.


    ¡°Do you even realize what that means?¡± Yulin pressed, leaning in slightly. ¡°A mere Qi Refining cultivator¡ªthe weakest among all the competitors¡ªmanaged to surpass powerhouses three entire realms above him. Everyone is talking about it.¡±


    She let out a short laugh, shaking her head. ¡°They¡¯ve even started calling you the ¡®Sage Farmer.¡¯¡±


    Devor¡¯s jaw nearly dropped.


    Sage Farmer? Him?


    His mind raced. It was one thing to have outperformed Foundation Building cultivators, but¡­ Core Formation? Golden Core? Those were leagues beyond him. True powerhouses.


    Across from him, Versti let out a quiet sigh, emotion flickering across his face. Hearing this after the competition had ended, he was surprised¡ªeven impressed¡ªby just how fierce Devor had been.


    "I knew outpacing the Foundation Building teams in adaptation was impressive," he admitted. "But against Core Formation and Golden Core cultivators too?"


    He studied Devor for a long moment before speaking again.


    "You''ve set a precedent. Whether you meant to or not, people will remember your name."


    It all made sense now.


    Even if Devor still had weaknesses compared to other Spiritual Farmers, this achievement proved something undeniable¡ª


    He had immense potential.


    If he could achieve this while still in the Qi Refining Realm, what would happen once he reached Foundation Building? Core Formation? Golden Core?


    It wasn¡¯t a question of if anymore¡ªit was when.


    Devor was no longer just another disciple. He was a dark horse in the world of Spiritual Farmers.


    ¡°At the very least,¡± Yulin sighed, ¡°your obsession with Spiritual Plants finally paid off. Looks like none of it was in vain.¡±


    Devor¡¯s lips quirked into a half-smile. ¡°I never thought it was in vain.¡±


    She scoffed. ¡°I would¡¯ve argued otherwise before today.¡±


    Versti, still watching the exchange with amusement, suddenly spoke up. ¡°The Sect Master has requested to see you once you¡¯ve recovered.¡±


    Devor¡¯s smile faded.


    ¡°The Sect Master?¡±


    Versti nodded, his expression unreadable. ¡°Your performance in the tournament was exceptional. After today, you might not be just another ordinary disciple of Azure Sky Sect.¡±


    Then, with a knowing look, he added¡ª


    ¡°Or of any sect.¡±


    Devor¡¯s brows furrowed. That phrasing¡­


    ¡°Any other sect?¡±


    Something about Versti¡¯s tone felt deliberate.


    Devor narrowed his eyes. ¡°Why do I get the feeling you¡¯re saying I could¡­ end up somewhere else?¡±


    Versti¡¯s smile was slight¡ªbut devoid of humor.


    ¡°The sect¡¯s rules aren¡¯t as rigid as they were in ancient times.¡± His voice was calm, measured. ¡°You¡¯ll understand more when you speak with the Sect Master.¡±


    A faint unease settled in Devor¡¯s chest.


    What was that supposed to mean?


    He had always assumed that once someone joined a sect, they were bound to it for life. That was just how things worked.


    Then Yulin spoke, her tone unreadable.


    ¡°When you joined Azure Sky Sect¡­ did they ever ask you to swear absolute loyalty?¡±


    Devor opened his mouth¡ªthen hesitated.


    ¡­Had they?


    Thinking back, the sect had required its disciples to follow its rules. To never betray it.


    But absolute loyalty?


    It had never been explicitly demanded.


    A strange feeling coiled in his gut.


    Did that mean¡­


    ¡­the sect never expected unwavering allegiance to begin with?

 Chapter 59 - The Seeds of Power

    Devor remained in the private recovery chamber provided by the competition organizers. Designed specifically for recuperating participants, the room was quiet, spacious, and infused with a faint trace of spiritual energy, subtly aiding his healing.


    Despite the comfortable setting, he was under strict restrictions¡ªno training, no cultivation, and no exertion of any kind.


    That left him with only one option.


    Reading.


    Sitting cross-legged on a soft meditation mat, Devor slowly turned the pages of a thick, leather-bound book resting in his lap.


    The title: Synthesis Plant.


    It was a gift from Hulan, and from the moment he received it, he¡¯d been captivated by its contents. But before the competition, he had deliberately avoided reading it in full.


    The reason was simple¡ªhe hadn¡¯t wanted to disrupt his current understanding of Spiritual Plants.


    Even now, as he read, it felt like thousands of scattered puzzle pieces were tumbling into place in his mind, demanding to be assembled.


    The very first page alone was dense with intricate theories and elemental breakdowns, detailing various Spiritual Plants, their properties, growth patterns, and synthesis potential.


    But what truly set this book apart was its discussion of fusion¡ª


    Synthesis. The process of merging two or more Spiritual Plants to create an entirely new species.


    Devor''s grip on the book tightened as he read further.


    "Some of the Spiritual Plants I know¡­ are actually products of Synthesis?"


    The realization unsettled him.


    Plants he had studied for years¡ªones he assumed were natural evolutions of their kind¡ªhad, in reality, been engineered.


    His eyes sharpened as he continued reading.


    "The theory relies on a specialized technique that fuses two Essence Seeds into one. The failure rate is extremely high, and even when successful, the outcome isn¡¯t always useful."


    The failure rate was too high.


    Even when the fusion worked, most results were failures¡ªmutated, undeveloped plants with no discernible value.


    "So that¡¯s why no one uses this process to mass-produce rare plants¡­ It¡¯s too unreliable."


    Synthesis sounded brilliant in theory¡ªbut in practice?


    It was a gamble.


    Still, the implications were massive.


    The book revealed that certain powerful sects and factions had developed their own exclusive Spiritual Plants, ones unavailable to the public.


    This was why their alchemy, pill refinement, and even enchanted weapons held unique advantages¡ªthey controlled the resources.


    Devor¡¯s gaze darkened.


    "If I could create a unique Spiritual Plant¡ªone highly effective for Cultivation Pills¡ªI might be able to collaborate with Nyuru¡­ or even other Alchemists."


    The thought took root, and his mind raced with possibilities.


    Nyuru had mentioned something before¡ª


    "If you could cultivate a garden that mimics the competition¡¯s energy environment, countless Cultivators would fight to work with you."


    At the time, it had felt like a distant dream. But now¡­


    "And if I develop a rare Spiritual Plant that benefits Alchemists, Array Masters, and other professions¡­ I could build connections across multiple fields."


    The more he considered it, the more compelling the idea became.


    Spiritual Farmers were among the weakest professions in the Cultivation World.


    But if a Spiritual Farmer controlled rare, exclusive plants, they could dictate the flow of alchemy, formations, and even talisman crafting.


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    They wouldn¡¯t need strength to survive¡ªbecause their worth would make them untouchable.


    "Back on Earth, politics taught me one thing: there are no eternal allies, only eternal interests."


    Devor slowly closed the book, his fingers resting on the faded golden text embossed on the cover.


    As long as he proved his value, he wouldn¡¯t need to ask for protection.


    The powerful would protect him themselves¡ªnot out of kindness, but because they couldn¡¯t afford to lose what he provided.


    It didn¡¯t matter what world he lived in. The rules were always the same.


    On Earth, it was politics.


    Here, it was cultivation.


    But the nature of power never changed.


    Devor¡¯s expression slowly hardened.


    This was the perfect time to lay low, strengthen his foundation, and create something valuable¡ªsomething that would give him leverage.


    But¡ª


    "Someone won¡¯t allow that."


    His grip on the book tightened.


    His thoughts drifted back to his destroyed garden¡ªthe place he had painstakingly cultivated for years, only to have it torn apart overnight.


    The attack hadn¡¯t been random.


    "I was targeted."


    But by who?


    The longer he thought about it, the more certain he became¡ª


    "There had to be multiple accomplices, layers of people shielding the real mastermind."


    No ordinary disciple had that much power.


    No, this was bigger.


    Whoever was behind this had connections, resources, and the ability to cover their tracks.


    Which meant one of two things¡ª


    Either they were part of a powerful faction¡­


    ¡­Or they were someone inside the sect itself.


    "If I create something valuable¡­ I¡¯ll draw even more attention."


    He knew that.


    But at this point, there was no turning back.


    He had already gained fame in the tournament. He had already proven his worth as more than just another Qi Refining disciple.


    The only choice left¡­ was to make sure he controlled his own fate.


    Devor had his suspicions, but one name stood out above the rest.


    Sugu.


    Devor had never had direct conflict with him¡ªbarely even interacted with him¡ªyet from the moment they met, there was an unspoken hostility between them. A tension with no clear cause.


    Strangely, that attitude had faded as the competition progressed.


    At first, he hadn¡¯t thought much of it. But then¡ª


    Monny.


    An old customer.


    Devor¡¯s mind turned over the pieces, connecting the dots. Could Sugu¡¯s dislike of him have been tied to Monny?


    The idea seemed absurd.


    And yet¡ªhe had to remind himself¡ªSugu was still a teenager.


    "Teenagers on Earth do all sorts of things that adults can¡¯t even begin to understand. Sometimes, their actions don¡¯t need a solid reason."


    Cultivators had sharper minds, greater intelligence, and stronger mental resilience¡ªbut none of that guaranteed maturity.


    Devor knew from his past life on Earth that age didn¡¯t always bring wisdom.


    "Their goals are completely different from those of people on Earth."


    On Earth, life had structure¡ªschool, socializing, work. Simple priorities.


    But for Cultivators?


    Power came first. Personal gain ruled everything.


    Comparing their mindset to humans on Earth was like comparing a beast to a scholar¡ªpointless.


    A child raised in war would think differently from one raised in peace. Neither path was inherently good or bad¡ªjust shaped by their reality.


    "Sugu comes from one of the great Cultivator families. If I had to compare him to someone on Earth¡­ he¡¯s like a spoiled rich kid."


    Privileged kids had layers of protection behind them.


    They didn¡¯t need real reasons to take offense. A small slight, an imagined insult¡ªsometimes, that was enough.


    "So why wouldn¡¯t Sugu act against me? If he felt insulted¡ªif he saw me as a threat¡ªthat alone could be enough."


    The more he thought about it, the more his head ached.


    Sometimes, people didn¡¯t need a logical reason for their actions. Sometimes, they did things simply because they wanted to.


    And that made them even more dangerous.


    At that moment, the door to his room swung open.


    Devor¡¯s head snapped up.


    Yulin stepped inside, carrying a large tray piled high with luxurious dishes. The rich aroma of carefully prepared ingredients filled the room, but his attention stayed on her.


    His thoughts shifted.


    A wry smile tugged at his lips.


    ¡°Since when did Sister Yulin decide to cook for me?¡± he asked, raising an eyebrow.


    He had expected sect servants to handle his meals.


    Yet here she was¡ªpersonally bringing his food.


    Yulin set the tray down with precise movements. Then, turning to face him, she spoke¡ªher voice calm but firm.


    "Just a precaution."


    Devor¡¯s brow furrowed.


    ¡°A precaution?¡±


    There were plenty of powerful figures here. Who would dare try anything in a place like this?


    ¡°You haven¡¯t forgotten about your destroyed garden, have you?¡±


    Her tone was serious, stripped of its usual teasing.


    Devor¡¯s expression darkened.


    "The mastermind behind it wasn¡¯t just some nobody."


    Yulin met his gaze.


    ¡°And now that you¡¯ve gained fame and proven your potential, it¡¯s not impossible that they¡¯ll try to kill you¡ªor poison your food.¡±


    Silence stretched between them.


    Devor¡¯s mind raced.


    He had been so focused on the competition, on his recovery, on Sugu¡ªthat he hadn¡¯t fully considered this angle.


    "Poison. Simple. Subtle. Nearly impossible to trace if done right."


    His fingers curled slightly.


    He had assumed his enemies would wait until he had fully recovered before making a move.


    But what if they didn¡¯t?


    Thinking back to his ruined garden, Devor knew¡ª


    That attack hadn¡¯t been random.


    The person behind it wasn¡¯t just some petty rival with a grudge.


    No¡ªthey had resources. Connections. Influence.


    Sugu?


    Doubt crept in.


    Sugu was a privileged prodigy, but was he really the type to orchestrate something this elaborate?


    "No. Not alone."


    If Sugu was involved, he was just one piece of the puzzle.


    But then¡ª


    Could he trust Yulin?


    He had considered the possibility before, but¡­


    From the very beginning, she had never once acted against him.


    She teased him, argued with him¡ªbut never sabotaged him.


    More importantly¡ª


    She had no clear motive.


    If she wanted him dead, she¡¯d had countless chances to make it happen.


    Yet instead of harming him¡ª


    She was warning him. Protecting him.


    Devor exhaled slowly, pushing aside the tangled mess of thoughts.


    For now¡ª


    Yulin was not his enemy.


    "Thank you," he said quietly.


    A small smile tugged at his lips.


    Yulin glanced at him, then let out a soft scoff.


    "Don¡¯t think too much of it."


    She turned away, her tone lacking its usual sharp edge.


    "Just eat. And stay alive."


    Devor chuckled under his breath.


    Even as suspicions lingered in his mind, one thing remained clear¡ª


    In a world filled with uncertainty and hidden threats, Yulin¡¯s presence felt like a shield against the cold.

 Chapter 60 - The Path of a Divine Disciple

    Time passed quickly.


    A week had slipped by since Devor returned to the main world, and in that time, his teammates had visited, eager to share what had happened after he left the competition grounds.


    Nyuru, Torni, and the others filled him in on sect matters, tournament gossip, and the rewards distributed to the top-ranked teams.


    Even Sugu had come.


    Devor watched him closely as he approached¡ªno arrogance, no hostility.


    Sugu¡¯s demeanor had changed. He seemed more composed, more mature than before. In his hands, he carried a black wooden box, which he placed in front of Devor without a word.


    Inside, nestled in soft lining, were high-grade healing pills. A faint golden glow pulsed from them, radiating rich medicinal energy.


    ¡°These will help you recover faster,¡± Sugu said, his voice calm, unreadable.


    The pills were precious, powerful enough to heal deep internal wounds and stabilize meridians even in dire conditions.


    Devor accepted them with a nod.


    "Thank you."


    But inwardly, he remained guarded.


    He still didn¡¯t trust Sugu. Not completely.


    The hostility Sugu had once directed at him was gone¡ªbut the timing of his change felt too convenient.


    And yet¡ªwhen Devor studied his face, he saw something unexpected.


    Regret.


    It was subtle, barely there. But it was there.


    Sugu may have played a role in his ruined garden, but he didn¡¯t seem capable of orchestrating something so intricate.


    Maybe he was just a pawn, not the mastermind.


    For now, Devor kept his thoughts to himself. Without solid proof, confronting Sugu would accomplish nothing.


    During his recovery, he had noticed something else.


    Yulin.


    She was watching everything¡ªpeople, objects, even the smallest shifts in their surroundings.


    She was searching for something. Or someone.


    "She¡¯s investigating."


    That much was obvious.


    But she hadn¡¯t said a word about it.


    All she had told him was to focus on healing.


    Devor understood why.


    If she had found anything important, she probably feared he¡¯d do something reckless¡ªtoo desperate to wait, too angry to be careful.


    And¡­ she wouldn¡¯t have been wrong.


    "I¡¯ll talk to her later."


    Revenge wasn¡¯t his priority right now.


    There were far more pressing matters to deal with.


    Besides, he was still too weak. If he rushed in blindly, he might walk straight into an even bigger trap.


    Once his body had recovered enough for light training, it was finally time¡ª


    To meet the Azure Sky Sect Master.


    With Yulin by his side, they made their way through Vinix City toward a grand structure reserved for the sect¡¯s high-ranking elders and officials.


    As they approached, sect guards stepped forward to block their path.


    ¡°Name and purpose?¡±


    ¡°Devor Li. The Sect Master summoned me.¡±


    The guards exchanged looks before stepping aside.


    ¡°Proceed.¡±


    Devor moved forward, but behind him, Yulin remained still.


    ¡°Wait outside,¡± one of the guards ordered.


    Devor hesitated, glancing back.


    Yulin met his gaze but didn¡¯t protest.


    She simply gave him a small nod.


    He understood exactly what it meant.


    Taking a deep breath, Devor stepped inside.


    The room was elegant yet restrained¡ªwalls lined with shimmering light crystals, casting a soft glow over carefully arranged spiritual flowers. Their fresh fragrance drifted through the air, both calming and subtly intoxicating.


    At the far end of the chamber, behind a polished wooden desk, sat the Azure Sky Sect Master¡ªa man whose presence commanded absolute attention.


    As Devor entered, the Sect Master set aside his work and looked up.


    "Devor Li. Your performance in the competition was impressive."


    His voice was calm, unreadable.


    "Please, have a seat."


    Devor bowed deeply, then settled into the chair across from him, forcing himself to stay composed.


    But his heart pounded.


    What would the Sect Master say next?


    "You may ask me anything, and I will answer. I¡¯m sure there are many doubts weighing on your mind."


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    Devor¡¯s thoughts raced with questions.


    This was a rare opportunity¡ªone he couldn¡¯t afford to waste.


    Yet, when he finally spoke, it wasn¡¯t about his ruined garden or the mastermind behind it.


    Instead¡ª


    ¡°Disciple wishes to know¡­ does the sect have a specialized class for Spiritual Plant Synthesis?¡±


    A flicker of surprise crossed the Sect Master¡¯s face.


    He didn¡¯t expect that.


    He had assumed Devor¡¯s first question would be about revenge or the politics surrounding the tournament¡¯s aftermath.


    Instead, Devor had prioritized knowledge.


    And that, more than anything, pleased him.


    "As for Synthesis classes," the Sect Master said slowly, "there is no official course within the sect."


    "Why not?" Devor¡¯s brows furrowed. "If the sect were to successfully cultivate unique and powerful plants, wouldn¡¯t that be a great advantage?"


    The Sect Master gave a faint smile.


    "Synthesis isn¡¯t as simple as it seems." He tapped his fingers lightly against the desk. "More importantly, the sect has no desire to monopolize rare or exclusive plants."


    Devor¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly. "Because it would cause conflict?"


    The Sect Master nodded.


    "Yes. The cost of research and experimentation is high, but that¡¯s not the real issue."


    Devor leaned in slightly. "Then what is?"


    "Politics."


    The word hung between them, heavy and unshakable.


    "Powerful noble families and ancient organizations control vast fields of rare plants. If we started producing exclusive species, it would threaten their influence¡ªand they wouldn¡¯t stand for that."


    Devor frowned. "So the sect chooses to step aside?"


    The Sect Master met his gaze without hesitation.


    "We choose our battles wisely."


    Silence settled between them.


    Devor leaned back slightly, turning the words over in his mind.


    It made sense. In a world where alliances dictated survival, stepping into the domain of those who controlled rare resources could spark war.


    The Sect Master¡¯s lips curled in an amused smile, as if he had already anticipated Devor¡¯s thoughts.


    "You are free to do as you wish, Devor. But understand this¡ªpower isn¡¯t just about cultivation. It¡¯s about influence."


    Devor¡¯s brows drew together. He wasn¡¯t sure he fully understood.


    The Sect Master noticed his hesitation and leaned back in his chair, his expression calm yet measuring.


    ¡°The Azure Sky Sect¡¯s domain is vast.¡±


    His voice was even, but Devor could sense the weight behind his words.


    ¡°Beyond our own disciples, countless organizations and families operate within our lands. They refine pills, forge weapons, and trade rare materials. Through them, the sect maintains its influence and sustains a delicate economic balance.¡±


    Devor¡¯s thoughts flickered to the Mystic Armament sword Yulin had given him¡ªa weapon so durable and sought after that even higher-ranked cultivators pursued it.


    He had never considered that businesses like Mystic Armament, despite being independent, were part of a larger economic structure under Azure Sky¡¯s influence.


    The Sect Master¡¯s gaze sharpened.


    ¡°There are also independent cultivators who live within our territory. Smaller sects have settled along our borders. If we were to seize control of their businesses, it wouldn¡¯t just disrupt the economy¡ªit would incite conflict.¡±


    Devor frowned, the bigger picture finally coming into focus.


    These outsiders weren¡¯t officially part of the sect, yet they played a crucial role in maintaining regional stability.


    The sect, in turn, taxed their businesses, ensuring profit without unnecessary bloodshed.


    It was a delicate balance of power and diplomacy.


    Devor let out a slow breath.


    ¡°I see¡­ Thank you, Sect Master.¡±


    The Sect Master gave a slight nod.


    ¡°Do you have any other questions?¡±


    Devor hesitated. There was still so much he didn¡¯t understand, but none of it was something he could ask¡ªnot yet.


    Instead, he shook his head.


    ¡°Not at the moment.¡±


    A flicker of curiosity crossed the Sect Master¡¯s face, but he didn¡¯t press further.


    With a wave of his hand, three tokens appeared on the table.


    Each one radiated a distinct aura, their surfaces etched with unfamiliar markings.


    One was deep blue, its glow calm and steady.


    Another was midnight black, exuding a cold, almost oppressive energy. The last was shimmering gold, pulsing faintly with authority.


    Devor¡¯s eyes narrowed.


    One of them is... an Azure Sky token.


    The Sect Master watched him carefully.


    ¡°Two other sects have taken an interest in you.¡±


    Devor¡¯s breath caught.


    ¡°They¡¯re offering you a place as a Core Disciple, along with substantial resources to support your cultivation and experiments.¡±


    The words hit him like a thunderclap.


    He had expected many things from this meeting.


    But an invitation to leave Azure Sky?


    Before he could react, the Sect Master spoke again, his voice steady.


    ¡°It¡¯s not because we don¡¯t want you.¡±


    The firmness in his tone left no room for doubt.


    ¡°Azure Sky values every talented disciple. But the truth is¡ªwhat you need most right now is the right environment to grow.¡±


    Devor remained silent.


    This wasn¡¯t a test of loyalty.


    It was an opportunity.


    A chance to choose the path that would shape his future.


    The Sect Master¡¯s gaze held steady.


    ¡°In the next fifty years, the world¡¯s most gifted cultivators will be tested. They will compete for the right to enter the Immortal Palace.¡±


    Devor¡¯s fingers tightened slightly.


    That name¡ªImmortal Palace.


    ¡°What is that?¡±


    ¡°A world far greater than this one.¡±


    The Sect Master¡¯s voice carried a weight Devor hadn¡¯t heard before.


    ¡°This world is not the only one. Beyond our skies, there exist realms far stronger¡ªmore terrifying¡ªthan anything we know.¡±


    Devor¡¯s face remained impassive.


    But deep inside, he was unfazed.


    The Sect Master noticed immediately.


    Most young cultivators would have been shaken by the revelation of greater worlds beyond their own.


    But Devor?


    He had already suspected it.


    Of course he had.


    He wasn¡¯t originally from this world.


    ¡°This is why ten sects have formed an alliance.¡±


    Devor refocused as the Sect Master continued.


    ¡°Transferring disciples between sects is no longer uncommon. The goal is to place each cultivator where their potential aligns best¡ªso that when the real trials begin, they


    will be strong enough to survive.¡±


    Devor¡¯s heartbeat leveled out.


    The Sect Master¡¯s gaze was steady, his voice calm yet laden with meaning.


    "I am offering you a choice¡ªbecome either a Divine Disciple or a Core Disciple. From this day forward, the Azure Sky Sect will fully support you."


    He let the words settle before continuing.


    "We have been watching you, Devor. The hardships you faced within the sect were never the result of negligence. They were a test. We needed to see how you would endure adversity without intervention."


    A test.


    The word sank into Devor like a weight pressing against his chest. Every struggle, every humiliation¡ªdeliberate. The betrayals, the challenges, the endless nights of sharpening himself against the grindstone of hardship¡­ none of it had been mere misfortune.


    A hidden trial.


    His fists clenched at his sides as he exhaled slowly through his nose. He should have been furious. But instead, all he felt was a cold, quiet understanding. This was the way of the Azure Sky Sect. The strong endured. The worthy rose.


    The Sect Master¡¯s expression remained unreadable as he continued.


    "Joining the Azure Sky Sect is no easy feat. Rising within it? Even harder. Power is never given to the unproven. Every Core Disciple, every elder, every true member of this sect has demonstrated their worth beyond question. And you, Devor¡­ you have exceeded every expectation."


    Devor let out a slow breath, steadying himself.


    "Divine Disciple?" he asked at last. "I¡¯ve never heard of that rank before."


    The Sect Master inclined his head slightly.


    "That¡¯s because it didn¡¯t exist until now. The title of Divine Disciple is one I created¡ªspecifically for you."


    A shiver ran down Devor¡¯s spine. The Sect Master had forged an entirely new path just for him?


    "Its rank is equal to that of a Core Disciple," the Sect Master continued. "However, while Core Disciples are mentored by one of the sect¡¯s top elders, a Divine Disciple walks their own path. They answer to no single master."


    Silence stretched between them. The implications were clear.


    This wasn¡¯t just a position¡ªit was freedom. A Core Disciple would be guided, trained, and molded under the watchful eye of an elder. A Divine Disciple, however, would stand alone, forging their own destiny. Supported, but untethered.


    "The choice is yours," the Sect Master said at last, his voice calm yet certain. "I know the offers from other sects must be tempting¡ªresources, techniques, promises of power¡ªall meant to lure you away."


    He exhaled slowly.


    "But here, in the Azure Sky Sect, I have prepared gifts tailored to your cultivation path. Things only you can truly make use of."


    Devor studied the Sect Master carefully. Was this still a test? A way to measure his loyalty?


    No. The Sect Master did not waste words. He would not extend an offer he wasn¡¯t prepared to see through.


    "If you choose to stay, the decision is yours¡ªCore Disciple or Divine Disciple."


    The Sect Master¡¯s voice softened slightly, but his gaze remained sharp.


    "I have no doubt you would thrive as a Core Disciple. But¡­" He paused, studying Devor with a knowing look. "You are not the kind to follow someone else¡¯s path, are you?"


    Devor¡¯s pulse quickened. He couldn¡¯t deny it.


    He had always fought to carve his own way, defying expectations, pushing past every boundary set before him. To be bound to another¡¯s teachings¡ªno matter how prestigious¡ªwould be a cage, no matter how gilded.


    And yet, beneath the logic, beneath the pride, there was a truth he had never spoken aloud.


    No one in this world was worthy of guiding him.

 Chapter 61 - The Path Unseen

    The Sect Master¡¯s gaze remained steady, his voice firm.


    ¡°In Spiritual Farming, you may prefer to forge your own path,¡± he said. ¡°But cultivation is more than just energy and techniques. You need combat skills, endurance, and a solid foundation. Becoming a Core Disciple would help you strengthen your weaker areas under proper guidance.¡±


    Devor exhaled slowly.


    No one would dictate his path as a Spiritual Farmer¡ªthat was non-negotiable. But cultivation? That was different. Learning from others when necessary wasn¡¯t weakness¡ªit was wisdom.


    A heavy silence settled between them as Devor weighed his options.


    Join another sect? The offers were tempting but uncertain. Azure Sky Sect was flawed, but it was also familiar. And leaving wasn¡¯t just a personal choice¡ªit was a statement.


    Reputation was everything.


    Would leaving make him seem ambitious? Or unreliable?


    No. If he wanted influence, he needed to be seen as stable.


    After what felt like an eternity, Devor finally spoke. ¡°What¡¯s the real reason someone targeted me and my garden?¡±


    He lifted his gaze, meeting the Sect Master¡¯s eyes.


    The Sect Master sighed quietly, as if he had been expecting this question for a long time. ¡°You¡¯re only asking that now?¡±


    Devor remained silent.


    The Sect Master let out a short breath, shaking his head. ¡°Hah. I had a response ready, but I didn¡¯t think you¡¯d wait this long to ask.¡±


    Devor¡¯s expression was unreadable. ¡°Disciples are insignificant in the grand scheme of cultivation,¡± he said evenly. ¡°Even if I knew who was behind it, retaliation wouldn¡¯t be simple. And the sect wouldn¡¯t let me execute the mastermind, would it?¡±


    The Sect Master raised a brow. Sharp.


    Whoever had moved against Devor hadn¡¯t dared to eliminate him outright¡ªthat spoke volumes. And even if Devor uncovered the culprit, would the sect allow him to take revenge? Unlikely. Power within the sect was a delicate balance, and justice was rarely about fairness.


    After a moment, the Sect Master flicked his fingers, summoning a glowing screen into the air.


    Hundreds of names shimmered into existence.


    Devor¡¯s gaze swept over the list until one name stood out¡ªcircled.


    Devor Li.


    His grip tightened.


    ¡°This is a list of the next generation of cultivators,¡± the Sect Master said. ¡°Each one is exceptional in Spiritual Farming.¡±


    Devor¡¯s fingers curled slightly. So this was why he had been targeted?


    Not petty jealousy¡ªsomething far bigger.


    ¡°Spiritual Farming is often looked down upon,¡± Devor murmured. ¡°So why is there a list dedicated to those who excel at it?¡±


    The Sect Master¡¯s faint smile held a deeper meaning. ¡°Because appearances can be deceiving.¡±


    Devor¡¯s pulse quickened.


    ¡°This list contains potential candidates for the Immortal Palace in the East Skyveil Continent.¡±


    He exhaled sharply. The Immortal Palace.


    It was legendary, an untouchable force that loomed over the cultivation world like a celestial throne. To enter it was to step beyond mortality itself.


    ¡°Our world is divided into five major regions,¡± the Sect Master continued, his tone steady. ¡°When the Immortal Palace opens its doors, each region sends its best. The competition is ruthless.¡±


    Devor nodded. He already knew that Vinix City¡¯s ten sects were a collective force, representing the strength of the East Skyveil Continent.


    But he had never truly considered what that meant.


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    ¡°And the Immortal Palace itself?¡± he asked. ¡°What is its true purpose?¡±


    The Sect Master studied him carefully.


    ¡°It is an opportunity beyond measure,¡± he said. ¡°They recruit disciples from smaller worlds like ours. Those chosen become part of the Immortal Palace Sect.¡±


    Devor¡¯s thoughts raced.


    A sect above all others? One that handpicked cultivators from entire continents?


    More importantly¡ª


    Had the attack on his farm been a warning?


    A way to eliminate competition before the real battle even began?


    The weight of the realization hit him.


    This was why sects allowed disciples to transfer so freely.


    Especially those with a high chance of reaching the Immortal Palace.


    Once a disciple crossed that threshold, they could never return.


    A one-way path.


    It wasn¡¯t about loyalty¡ªit was about investment.


    The Sect Master¡¯s gaze flickered with approval. ¡°You¡¯ve grasped it,¡± he said. ¡°Sect transfers are negotiations. Those with the potential to reach the Immortal Palace are investments. Forcing them to stay breeds resentment, and resentment leads to stagnation.¡±


    Devor exhaled slowly.


    Sects weren¡¯t just martial brotherhoods.


    They were political entities¡ªmaneuvering for position long before the Immortal Palace made its selection.


    And the Immortal Palace itself?


    It didn¡¯t rule through force.


    It ruled through cooperation.


    And now, Devor understood¡ª


    He was already a piece on the board.


    The Sect Master clasped his hands behind his back, his expression unreadable.


    ¡°Each continent selects only ten top disciples for further training before the real trials of the Immortal Palace,¡± he said. His voice was calm, but there was weight behind it. ¡°Considering the sheer number of cultivators in each region, ten slots per continent is¡­ nothing.¡±


    Devor frowned. What did that have to do with him being targeted?


    He was just a Qi Refining cultivator. A nobody. Half an hour ago, he hadn¡¯t even known what the Immortal Palace was.


    The Sect Master studied him for a long moment, then flicked his wrist.


    A crystalline sphere materialized out of thin air, drifting toward Devor.


    Instinctively, he caught it. It was cold, impossibly smooth¡ªlike glass infused with liquid light.


    ¡°Channel your energy into it,¡± the Sect Master instructed.


    Devor hesitated. Something about the crystal felt... expectant.


    Taking a steady breath, he complied.


    His blue Qi flowed into the crystal¡ªthen everything changed.


    A radiant green-gold light erupted from within, pulsing like a heartbeat¡ªalive.


    Devor stiffened.


    What¡­ was this?


    The energy felt ancient, yet familiar¡ªlike something buried deep inside him had just awakened.


    A whisper of recognition flickered at the edge of his mind.


    Impossible. He had never seen this energy before.


    And yet, somehow¡­ he knew it.


    The Sect Master exhaled slowly. ¡°There it is,¡± he murmured. ¡°Proof of your nature.¡±


    Devor turned to him, his voice steady despite the storm raging within. ¡°What is this energy?¡±


    The Sect Master studied him for a long moment before speaking.


    ¡°The mark of a Worldroot Cultivator.¡±


    Silence.


    The term meant nothing to Devor.


    And yet¡­ he knew it was his.


    The Sect Master¡¯s voice carried an unmistakable weight.


    ¡°That is a Dao Crystal.¡± He gestured toward the sphere. ¡°If your energy changes color and you feel a connection to it, it means you''ve formed a Dao Embryo¡ªyour true power has begun to awaken.¡±


    Devor¡¯s grip tightened. ¡°A Dao? I¡¯ve¡­ formed a Dao?¡±


    The word alone sent a shiver through him.


    Dao was the foundation of cultivation¡ªthe ultimate pursuit, an intangible truth beyond words. Countless cultivators spent their lives chasing even a glimpse of it.


    And yet¡­


    As he stared into the swirling green-gold energy, he didn¡¯t just see it.


    He recognized it.


    This was his Dao.


    His.


    The Sect Master exhaled, his expression unreadable. ¡°A Qi Refining cultivator forming a Dao Embryo¡­ Even among the top candidates, only a handful have done this¡ªand at far higher levels.¡± His eyes darkened slightly. ¡°But you?¡±


    His voice sharpened.


    ¡°You did it on your own.¡±


    Devor steadied himself. He hadn¡¯t even known this was possible.


    ¡°The Immortal Palace values cultivators who have formed their Dao,¡± the Sect Master continued. ¡°Your chances of advancement are extremely high.¡±


    And just like that, everything clicked.


    The unseen hostility. The forces moving against him.


    Even at his current level, he was already seen as a threat.


    Devor¡¯s fingers tightened around the crystal.


    ¡°The ten selected disciples will receive training beyond anything ordinary cultivators can dream of,¡± the Sect Master said. ¡°Whoever targeted you was eliminating competition before the real battle even began.¡±


    Devor¡¯s jaw clenched.


    Of course.


    The Sect Master¡¯s gaze remained steady.


    ¡°Cultivation isn¡¯t just about talent or dedication,¡± he warned. ¡°It¡¯s about survival. If you focus only on training and ignore the world around you, someone else will seize the opportunities meant for you.¡±


    The words echoed in Devor¡¯s mind.


    Survival.


    That was the true nature of cultivation.


    It wasn¡¯t just about growing stronger.


    It was about making sure no one else got the chance to surpass you.


    Devor clenched his teeth.


    The cultivators in this world weren¡¯t just characters from the novels he once read. Their ambitions weren¡¯t blind greed or arrogance¡ªthey were calculated, ruthless, relentless.


    A moment¡¯s hesitation could mean the difference between ascension and oblivion.


    The Sect Master stepped forward. ¡°This is why the Elders never took you as a disciple or made you a Core Disciple.¡±


    Devor¡¯s eyes narrowed.


    ¡°Because of this.¡± The Sect Master gestured toward the Dao Crystal. ¡°You formed your Dao Embryo on your own. If we had interfered¡ªtried to mold you¡ªwould that have helped? Or would it have limited your true potential?¡±


    The realization hit him like a thunderclap.


    The sect¡¯s silence hadn¡¯t been neglect. It had been deliberate.


    They had been watching. Waiting.


    Because some things couldn¡¯t be taught.


    It was like a child learning to walk¡ªthey had to stumble, fall, struggle. Too much intervention would cripple rather than strengthen.


    This¡­ was the truth behind his hardships.


    They had let him fight his own battles, not out of indifference, but because they knew¡ª


    He had to forge his own path.


    And now, he understood.


    The road ahead was his alone.


    A path unlike any other.


    And he would walk it to the very end.

 Chapter 62 - The Sect’s Unyielding Favor

    The Sect Master¡¯s words hung in the air, heavy with meaning.


    Devor¡¯s grip on the Dao Crystal tightened. The confidence he once had¡ªunyielding, certain¡ªnow wavered.


    He hadn¡¯t intended to ask the Sect Master about his true enemy. Uncovering the culprit was supposed to be his own trial, a test of his abilities.


    But now?


    Now, everything was far more complicated than he had ever imagined.


    Someone had known. Someone had known about his Dao Embryo before he did.


    But how?


    His breakthrough had been completely private.


    The Dao Crystal¡ªan artifact he had never even touched before¡ªhad only just revealed his power to him. How could anyone have known before he did?


    A chill crept down his spine.


    Had he been watched all along?


    He looked up, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his mind. "Sect Master..."


    A pause. Then, carefully, he asked, "The one targeting me¡­ are they from the Azure Sky Sect?"


    The Sect Master was silent for a moment.


    Then, slowly, he shook his head.


    "No."


    Another pause. Then¡ª


    "One of the princesses of the Fu Empire."


    The words landed like a thunderclap.


    "Yiru Fu."


    Devor¡¯s breath caught.


    The Fu Empire.


    His mind reeled. He had read about them in ancient records¡ªtheir influence spanned the entire East Skyveil Continent, their strength rivaled by few.


    There were two ruling empires on the continent. The Fu Empire was one of them.


    And now, a princess of that empire had set her sights on him?


    Not just him. Anyone who stood in her way.


    Devor exhaled sharply. His enemy wasn¡¯t just beyond his reach¡ªshe stood atop an empire.


    Avenging himself? Impossible. For now.


    Even if he uncovered the truth, what could he do? Accuse her? She wouldn¡¯t even need to lift a finger. Others would do it for her.


    The Sect Master studied him before continuing, ¡°The Ten Sect Alliance and the two great empires have an agreement regarding conflicts like these.¡±


    ¡°Killing is forbidden.¡±


    Devor felt a sliver of relief. At least there was that.


    ¡°But interfering with another¡¯s cultivation and development?¡± The Sect Master¡¯s gaze darkened. ¡°That is still allowed.¡±


    Devor¡¯s fists clenched. ¡°What?! That¡¯s completely unfair!¡±


    Anger burned through him, raw and bitter.


    ¡°I barely understand this world! How could the Ten Sect Alliance agree to something like this?!¡±


    Devor¡¯s knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, frustration burning through him.


    The Sect Master¡¯s expression remained unreadable. ¡°Do you truly believe you can rid the world of darkness?¡±


    Devor blinked.


    ¡°What? What does that have to do with anything?¡±


    ¡°Let me put it another way.¡± The Sect Master¡¯s voice was quiet, but it carried weight. ¡°Can you rid yourself of the darkness in your own heart?¡±


    The question hit like a sharp jolt to his mind.


    Darkness¡­ in his own heart?


    He didn¡¯t hesitate. ¡°Of course not.¡± His voice was steady, edged with something deeper. ¡°Unless I die, there will always be darkness inside me.¡±


    The words left his lips before he even had time to think.


    They weren¡¯t just a philosophical answer¡ªthey were a truth.


    A truth he had known long before coming to this world.


    He had lived in a world consumed by greed, cruelty, ambition. He had seen it firsthand. Even the kindest souls carried shadows within them.


    Darkness and madness weren¡¯t just things people fought against¡ªthey were things people lived with.


    Not just humans.


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    Perhaps all beings capable of thought.


    The Sect Master gave a slow nod. ¡°Then you already understand.¡±


    Devor said nothing.


    ¡°Even if you wanted to, you could never make this world completely pure,¡± the Sect Master said.


    His voice was steady. Measured.


    ¡°Imagine your heart was 99% pure.¡±


    Devor narrowed his eyes.


    ¡°But that last 1%¡ªwhat happens when it surfaces?¡±


    Devor shook his head. He had no answer.


    The Sect Master¡¯s gaze sharpened. ¡°That 1% could be far more terrifying than the entire 99% combined.¡±


    Silence stretched between them.


    ¡°The more hidden and unseen the darkness, the more dangerous it becomes.¡±


    Devor opened his mouth. No words came.


    ¡°Even if we wiped out 99% of the corruption in cultivators¡¯ hearts, that last 1% would still remain¡ªbeyond our reach, beyond our control.¡±


    The Sect Master took a slow step forward. ¡°And when it does?¡±


    His voice dropped slightly.


    ¡°It could spread like wildfire, setting off chaos on an unimaginable scale. Like a domino effect.¡±


    A cold sensation crept through Devor¡¯s chest.


    This was their reasoning.


    They allowed conflicts like this to happen¡ªnot because they were blind to them.


    But because it kept them in the open.


    If they banned them, the wars would go underground¡ªhidden, far more deadly.


    The Sect Master¡¯s expression darkened slightly. ¡°Now, imagine if we outlawed all conflicts between cultivators.¡±


    Devor¡¯s mind spun.


    What would happen then?


    A war he wouldn¡¯t see coming.


    And that was far more dangerous.


    The Sect Master watched him closely, waiting for the realization to sink in.


    ¡°If they don¡¯t succeed in eliminating you this way,¡± he continued, ¡°they¡¯ll find another method.¡±


    His tone carried a quiet finality.


    ¡°Perhaps by turning people against each other.¡±


    ¡°Sowing chaos.¡±


    ¡°Dragging multiple factions into the fire.¡±


    ¡°Creating a conflict so tangled, so insidious, that no one will see through it until it¡¯s too late.¡±


    Devor exhaled slowly.


    The truth was clear now.


    This wasn¡¯t about fairness.


    It was about control.


    They didn¡¯t allow these conflicts because they wanted to.


    They allowed them because they had no other choice.


    Devor stayed silent.


    He didn¡¯t agree with the Ten Sect Alliance¡¯s approach¡ªit left cultivators like him exposed, vulnerable to those with power and influence.


    But at the same time¡­


    He had to admit¡ªit was effective.


    Conflict couldn¡¯t be erased. Not from the hearts of cultivators. Not from the world.


    Forcing it into the shadows would only make it more dangerous.


    The Sect Master watched Devor¡¯s expression carefully before speaking. ¡°When you return to the sect, read the history of the Uxion Empire. You¡¯ll learn a great deal from it.¡±


    The words carried weight. A meaning Devor wouldn¡¯t fully grasp until he read those records himself.


    Even with the mastermind revealed, he was powerless to act on the truth.


    Yiru Fu was beyond his reach. The Ten Sect Alliance¡¯s rules kept him locked in a system where justice was subjective¡ªwhere cultivators like him were given just enough freedom to struggle, but not to win.


    And yet¡­


    That same system had kept conflicts under control.


    It was a paradox. A contradiction he couldn¡¯t solve.


    Maybe perfection was just an illusion. Maybe the only way to build a flawless system was to perfect oneself first.


    He took a slow breath. One step at a time.


    ¡°Is Sugu involved in this? And what about others within the sect?¡± Devor asked cautiously.


    The Sect Master¡¯s expression remained unreadable.


    ¡°Sugu is involved, though his reasons are¡­ questionable.¡± There was something in his tone¡ªamusement? Disdain? ¡°I can give you the names of those within the sect who played a part in this. With your future standing, you¡¯ll have the power to seek justice for yourself.¡±


    Devor¡¯s fingers curled slightly.


    Justice? Or retribution?


    The Sect Master was leaving the choice to him.


    Devor took a deep breath. ¡°Are they dangerous? If I investigate this myself, will I be at risk?¡±


    The Sect Master considered his question before answering. ¡°No. As long as you remain within the sect, you¡¯ll be safe. They can¡¯t touch you here.¡±


    Devor nodded, his decision firm. ¡°That¡¯s enough. I¡¯ll uncover the rest of their names on my own.¡±


    The Sect Master raised an eyebrow, intrigued. ¡°Oh? You¡¯re confident you¡¯ll find them?¡±


    ¡°No,¡± Devor admitted, shaking his head. ¡°But I can use this as training¡ªan opportunity to sharpen my observation skills, to pick up on the small details. That way, I can make sure something like this never happens again.¡±


    A brief silence.


    Then¡ª


    Laughter.


    A deep, hearty laugh echoed through the chamber.


    The Sect Master hadn¡¯t expected that. Devor¡¯s mindset was shifting¡ªhe wasn¡¯t reacting with blind vengeance. He was treating this as a lesson.


    That was the kind of thinking that shaped true cultivators.


    The more the Sect Master saw, the more he hesitated to let Devor leave Azure Sky Sect.


    Even if Devor eventually left, keeping him in the sect¡ªeven for a time¡ªwould be an invaluable investment.


    The laughter faded. Devor took that as his cue to speak.


    He had already made his decision.


    ¡°I¡¯ll stay with Azure Sky Sect as a Divine Disciple,¡± he stated firmly.


    The Sect Master¡¯s eyes gleamed. ¡°Oh?¡±


    ¡°But,¡± Devor continued, ¡°I want to teach other disciples who are interested in my gardening methods.¡±


    The Sect Master¡¯s brows lifted. Then, slowly, a smile formed.


    ¡°You want to open your own class?¡± His voice carried genuine interest. ¡°Fascinating. Perhaps I should make this an official privilege of Divine Disciples¡ªgiving them the right to teach within the sect. Very well. I approve.¡±


    Devor hesitated.


    That was too easy.


    It wasn¡¯t that he had expected resistance, but¡­ something about the Sect Master felt fluid, adaptable. As if the sect¡¯s rules weren¡¯t truly fixed¡ªonly guidelines, adjusted depending on the individual.


    Why?


    Most sect leaders he had read about were rigid, unyielding. But this man¡­


    Did he see rules as a means to an end rather than an absolute?


    Whatever the reason, it worked in Devor¡¯s favor.


    And his system had already confirmed that sharing knowledge could earn him Enlightenment Realm Points.


    Logically, he could have transferred to another sect.


    But he already had connections there.


    He was known.


    That meant students would come to him more easily.


    Devor took a slow breath. ¡°I have one more request.¡±


    The Sect Master¡¯s smile didn¡¯t waver. ¡°Go on.¡±


    ¡°Divine Disciples don¡¯t have a primary master,¡± Devor said carefully. ¡°But I still want proper cultivation lessons¡ªto cover my weaknesses.¡±


    The Sect Master nodded without hesitation. ¡°Of course. Even if you hadn¡¯t asked, I would have made sure you learned from multiple Hall Masters and Elders. You¡¯ll have access to specialized training across different fields.¡±


    Relief washed over Devor. The sect wasn¡¯t throwing him into the deep end without support.


    He was confident in Spiritual Plants, but cultivation?


    That was another story.


    Trying to master everything alone would be nearly impossible¡ªjust finding the right paths could take a century.


    And he wasn¡¯t arrogant enough to think he could do it without guidance.


    ¡°And one more thing¡­¡± Devor began, gathering his thoughts.


    Before, he had hesitated.


    But now?


    He understood his own worth.


    He had manifested his Dao Embryo on his own.


    There was no reason to ask for less than he deserved.


    The Sect Master lifted a hand, cutting him off.


    ¡°That¡¯s enough.¡±


    Devor blinked.


    ¡°Don¡¯t underestimate the sect.¡± The Sect Master¡¯s voice carried a quiet strength. ¡°We are not so stingy that we¡¯d offer you only the bare minimum¡ªespecially after everything you¡¯ve endured.¡±


    Devor froze.


    He had expected to negotiate, to push his limits.


    But the Sect Master was telling him¡ªhe was still thinking too small.


    Had he not yet fully grasped the reality of the cultivation world?


    A faint smile played on the Sect Master¡¯s lips. ¡°Let me tell you exactly what you¡¯ll be receiving.¡±


    The air in the room grew heavy, charged with meaning.


    ¡°Every chosen disciple of Azure Sky undergoes trials. Some collapse under the weight. Others survive.¡±


    His gaze sharpened.


    ¡°But those who prove themselves?¡±


    A pause.


    Then¡ª


    ¡°The sect never holds back for them.¡±

 Chapter 63 - The Birth of a Divine Disciple

    The Sect Master''s conversation with Devor had dragged on for hours¡ªlong enough for the afternoon sun to begin its slow descent beyond Vinix City.


    Outside, Yulin paced restlessly.


    Five hours.


    Five long, excruciating hours.


    Her mind spun through possibilities. Had the Sect Master reprimanded Devor? Rejected him outright? Or¡ªhad he offered him something far greater?


    She had seen it countless times before¡ªdisciples stepping into the chamber, their eyes shining with hope, only to emerge with disappointment etched into their faces.


    Would Devor be the same?


    Then¡ª


    The door creaked open.


    Devor stepped out.


    His expression was distant, his gaze unfocused, as if his mind was still entangled in the Sect Master¡¯s words. His movements were slow, deliberate, his posture unreadable.


    Yulin straightened, impatience snapping through her like a drawn bowstring. Without hesitation, she strode toward him.


    Just as she reached him, Devor blinked, shaking off his daze.


    "Well?" Yulin demanded. "What did the Sect Master say?"


    She searched his face, looking for anything¡ªrelief, anger, disappointment.


    Instead, Devor exhaled, rubbing the back of his head. "A lot¡­" he muttered. "He talked about a lot of things."


    Yulin narrowed her eyes. "And?"


    A smirk tugged at Devor¡¯s lips.


    Without another word, Devor slipped a hand into his robe and pulled out a light blue token.


    At first glance, it looked like a standard Outer Disciple token¡ªbut something about it was different. A single golden line traced its surface, the engraving unfamiliar. Ancient. Almost¡­ arcane.


    Yulin¡¯s brows furrowed. Her mind jumped to the most logical conclusion. ¡°You weren¡¯t promoted to an Core Disciple? Not even a Inner Disciple?¡±


    That would be ridiculous. After everything Devor had accomplished, anything less than Core Disciple should have been impossible.


    Devor tilted his head, watching her reaction. ¡°This isn¡¯t a Core Disciple token.¡± His fingers traced the golden line. ¡°It¡¯s a Divine Disciple Token.¡±


    Silence.


    Yulin blinked. Divine Disciple?


    She had never heard of such a title¡ªnot in the Azure Sky Sect, not in any sect.


    Curiosity burned in her, but before she could ask, Devor was already turning away.


    ¡°I¡¯ll explain on the way back.¡±


    She followed without hesitation.


    By the time they returned to their residence, Yulin was brimming with questions.


    Devor, still processing the full weight of his new position, took his time explaining.


    Divine Disciples, he told her, were unlike any rank in the sect.


    They held all the privileges of Core Disciples, yet followed a different path¡ªone unshackled from direct tutelage, free to carve their own cultivation journey.


    "In exchange for that freedom," Devor murmured, "I¡¯m expected to rely on my own instincts and decisions."


    Yulin listened intently, letting the weight of his words sink in.


    A disciple without a master? Free from rigid sect doctrines?


    It was unheard of.


    And yet, the more she thought about it, the more it suited him. Devor had always been¡­ unconventional.


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    Then, just as she was absorbing this revelation, he casually dropped something even more unexpected.


    He was starting a gardening class.


    Yulin stopped mid-step. "Wait. You¡¯re¡­ starting your own class?"


    Her voice lifted slightly in disbelief. "You''re actually going to be a teacher?"


    Devor smirked. "More or less. The sect already approved it."


    She gave him a skeptical look. "Since when do you enjoy teaching?"


    He chuckled, rubbing his chin. "It¡¯s not just about teaching. Explaining concepts to others refines my own understanding. The more I guide others, the deeper my own comprehension becomes."


    What he didn¡¯t say¡ªwhat only his system confirmed¡ªwas that sharing knowledge granted him Enlightenment Realm Points.


    Knowledge strengthened his foundation.


    And a strong foundation meant limitless growth.


    Yulin fell silent, studying him.


    He was serious.


    The boy she had once known¡ªjust another nameless disciple, overlooked and dismissed¡ªwas no longer the same.


    As their conversation continued, Devor laid out the privileges granted to him as a Divine Disciple.


    The more he spoke, the more Yulin¡¯s expression changed.


    By the time he finished, she was stunned.


    Even Devor himself was still grappling with the enormity of it all.


    It was overwhelming.


    Just days ago, he had been nothing more than a farmer, tending crops, unnoticed by the sect¡¯s elite.


    Now?


    He had been given status, resources, authority¡ªthings he had never even dared to dream of.


    It felt as if he had crossed a threshold, stepping into a world he was never meant to reach.


    Yulin let out a slow breath.


    Then, after a long pause, she spoke.


    "You¡¯ve really grown."


    Devor turned to her.


    She wasn¡¯t looking at him as just another disciple anymore.


    There was something else in her gaze¡ªpride? Admiration? Something unreadable.


    "I always knew you were different," she continued. "That you had your own strengths. But now? You¡¯re truly becoming a dragon among cultivators."


    Devor exhaled.


    Her words carried a weight he hadn¡¯t expected.


    A dragon?


    He didn¡¯t feel like one.


    Not yet.


    But maybe¡ªone day, he would.


    After an hour of conversation, Yulin finally bid Devor farewell and returned to her quarters.


    With his new status, there was no longer a need for her to watch over him.


    The sect itself would ensure that no mere thorn could harm him.


    And yet¡ª


    Even as she left, Devor held back the truth.


    He hadn¡¯t told her about Yiru Fu.


    Her identity was anything but simple. Whether it was him, Yulin, or even the Azure Sky Sect itself, none of them could afford to act recklessly against someone like her¡ªnot over something as trivial as a ruined garden.


    Because even with the sect¡¯s backing, there were limits to its protection.


    If delivering justice for Devor meant igniting a conflict with the Fu Empire, the sect would let the matter drop in an instant.


    Strength dictated justice.


    And right now, he was still weak.


    Back in his quarters, Devor sat cross-legged, taking stock of everything he had gained.


    He muttered, "The next few months are going to be insane."


    The Sect Master¡¯s words echoed in his mind.


    Unlimited access to the sect¡¯s knowledge and techniques.


    A monthly quota to request personal training from Hall Masters.


    The ability to seek guidance from specialists in body refinement, martial techniques, array formations, and more.


    This was the foundation of the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s elites.


    Core Disciples already enjoyed many of these privileges, but they had fought, bled, and clawed their way to the top¡ªsurviving every brutal trial the sect threw at them.


    It was an unforgiving process.


    And yet, the rewards were immeasurable.


    If word of these benefits spread, countless disciples would throw themselves into the sect¡¯s trials, desperate for a chance to claim them.


    Some would crumble under the weight.


    Others would endure, shedding their weakness and emerging as dragons.


    But in the end, only those who embraced suffering could reach the peak.


    The world of cultivation was merciless.


    A cultivator could remain weak and be slaughtered by the strong.


    Or they could risk everything to seize even the smallest advantage.


    The Azure Sky Sect¡¯s methods were harsh, even unfair.


    But compared to the brutal reality beyond its walls, their approach was merely a child¡¯s game.


    Devor clenched his fists.


    He would not crumble. He would not fall.


    He would use every advantage given to him¡ªuntil he no longer needed them at all.


    "For now, I need to focus on my cultivation techniques and combat strength."


    Spiritual plants were his expertise, but battle was an entirely different beast.


    He couldn''t rely solely on his knowledge of farming.


    If he wanted to compete at the highest level, he needed more.


    Rune Studies.


    Alchemy.


    Both were essential.


    Rune Studies would sharpen his command over Array Formations.


    Alchemy would deepen his understanding of Spiritual Plants.


    Though both disciplines focused on Spiritual Plants, their approaches were vastly different.


    A Spiritual Farmer nurtured plants, ensuring they thrived in their ideal conditions.


    An Alchemist, on the other hand, saw Spiritual Plants as raw materials¡ªthings to be broken down, refined, and reforged in the heart of a furnace.


    Devor wanted to understand both worlds.


    "In nature, plants with multiple elemental attributes struggle to coexist. But in a furnace, they can be fused into something entirely new."


    He had already seen the fragile balance between growth and destruction.


    Now, he needed to master it.


    He didn¡¯t intend to become an Alchemist.


    But if he could grasp their methods, he could elevate Spiritual Farming to a whole new level.


    Imagine¡ªcreating his own unique Spiritual Plants, designed from the knowledge of both fields.


    A fusion of nature and refinement.


    And with enough mastery¡­


    He wouldn¡¯t need to compete with Alchemists.


    They would come to him.


    Out of all the privileges the Sect Master had granted him, one stood out above the rest.


    The next level beyond Spiritual Plants.


    Devor had always sensed there was a higher tier, a realm of cultivation far beyond mere crops and herbs.


    And now, the answer was right before him.


    Spiritual Trees.


    The Sect Master had already prepared a special place for him¡ªone that held a Spiritual Tree unlike any other.


    There was something about the words that sent a shiver down his spine.


    It wasn¡¯t just a gift.


    It was an expectation.


    A challenge.


    And this was only the beginning. The Sect Master had told him that, with patience and the right technique, he could forge a bond with certain Spiritual Trees¡ªtapping into their power and making it his own.

 Chapter 64 - The Art of Influence and Synthesis

    The next day was strangely quiet¡ªalmost too quiet.


    Though Devor¡¯s promotion to Divine Disciple had yet to be officially announced, the shift in his status was undeniable.


    It was in the way the other disciples looked at him¡ªthe subtle deference in their gazes, the lingering stares filled with curiosity, envy, or caution. The hierarchy within the sect had already begun to rearrange itself around him.


    Yulin noticed it the moment she arrived.


    And the more she observed Devor, the more she felt it: her place as an Inner Disciple no longer held the same weight it once did.


    It wasn¡¯t jealousy¡ªno, it was something deeper.


    A quiet realization.


    He was walking a path she could no longer follow.


    Even so, she pushed those thoughts aside and sat with him. Their conversation soon turned to his latest discovery¡ªthe Synthesis of Spiritual Plants.


    Yulin wasn¡¯t an expert like Nyuru, but she had a sharp mind, unburdened by rigid theories or tradition. As she listened, she asked questions¡ªsimple ones, but ones that made Devor pause and reconsider.


    And just like that, through discussion alone, his understanding of Synthesis deepened.


    By now, Devor had fully committed the Book of Synthesis to memory.


    He frowned, thoughtful.


    "The system¡¯s ability and the Book share the same name¡ªSynthesis. Does that mean¡­?"


    Curiosity burned within him.


    Would Ultimate Synthesis create something beyond what was recorded in the Book? Could it reveal knowledge even the sect had yet to uncover?


    There was only one way to find out.


    "Open Profile."


    [Name: Devor Li ]


    [Gender: Male ]


    [Age: 18/165 ]


    [Cultivation: Stage-9 Qi Refining Realm ]


    [Spiritual Energy: 1946/1946 ]


    [Spiritual Root: Five-Color Root ]


    [Knowledge: 149 Book ]


    [Enlightenment Realm Points: 20]


    [Abilities: Ultimate Synthesis, Attribute Analyzer, Ultimate Comprehension (Lv3)]


    Devor scanned the information carefully.


    His stats hadn¡¯t changed much, despite a full year passing.


    But that didn¡¯t matter.


    Not anymore.


    Strength wasn¡¯t just about numbers¡ªit was about understanding.


    Sitting cross-legged, Devor took a deep breath.


    Then¡ª


    ¡°Activate Ultimate Synthesis.¡±


    In an instant, his mind was pulled inward.


    The world around him faded, replaced by an endless sea of consciousness, where light and knowledge swirled like constellations in a vast night sky.


    His spiritual self took shape, floating in the expanse.


    Focusing on the Synthesis of Spiritual Plants, he willed it to manifest.


    A glowing blue orb appeared before him.


    With another thought, he summoned more knowledge¡ªfive additional orbs, each representing a different aspect of Spiritual Plants.


    At once, threads of golden energy flared to life, linking them together.


    Lines of light formed intricate patterns, weaving a vast web of previously unseen connections.


    Devor¡¯s eyes widened.


    ¡°Every Spiritual Plant is connected to Synthesis¡­¡±


    Insights flooded his mind, cascading in waves¡ªuntil suddenly, something felt off.


    His brows furrowed.


    His focus sharpened.


    Something wasn¡¯t right.


    He dove deeper into his consciousness, scanning the intricate threads of knowledge, searching for the flaw he knew was there.


    Minutes passed.


    Then¡ª


    His eyes snapped open.


    ¡°Blue Star Lily and Flame Draconic¡­ can be fused?¡±


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    A jolt shot through him.


    That was impossible.


    The Book of Synthesis explicitly stated that certain plant pairings had an exceptionally high failure rate¡ªand these two were among the most unstable combinations.


    Yet, Ultimate Synthesis had marked them as compatible.


    His fingers curled unconsciously into his palm.


    Ultimate Synthesis wasn¡¯t giving him the answer.


    It was showing him a possibility¡ªbut not the method to achieve it.


    He sat in silence, letting the implications settle.


    ¡°This ability¡­ it¡¯s not a shortcut.¡±


    He had expected Ultimate Synthesis to solve the problem for him.


    Instead, it only revealed the correct path¡ªwhy it was correct, however, was something he had to figure out himself.


    Just like when he had developed the Five Dragon Cultivation Technique all those years ago.


    Devor exhaled slowly.


    This wasn¡¯t a setback.


    It was an opportunity.


    If Ultimate Synthesis had given him an absolute answer¡ªone that required no further understanding¡ªhe would have become dependent on it.


    Instead, it was merely a guide.


    A tool to sharpen his own insight.


    Still¡­


    His gaze darkened.


    ¡°If I use Ultimate Synthesis without understanding its logic¡­ I might create something I can¡¯t control.¡±


    He exhaled slowly, shaking his head.


    There was no point in rushing into reckless experimentation.


    For now, he needed more information.


    ¡°I need more books on Synthesis. If I can deepen my understanding, I might be able to refine Ultimate Synthesis even further.¡±


    His mind spun with possibilities.


    If he could master this ability properly, it would become an unparalleled advantage.


    Failure was inevitable¡ªhe had long accepted that.


    But if he could eliminate even a hundred failures out of a thousand, that alone could shave years off his research.


    Hours passed as he refined his thoughts, buried in notes and calculations.


    Eventually, exhaustion crept in.


    With a sigh, he pushed his notes aside and lay back on his bed.


    His mind was still racing.


    But sleep came for him anyway.


    And as he drifted off, his thoughts unraveled¡­


    Then¡ª


    The past came rushing back.


    He dreamed of his past life on Earth.


    The memories were fragmented, blurred at the edges¡ªyet one thing remained clear.


    Even in sleep, his expression darkened.


    ??????


    The next day, Devor walked alongside Yulin, making his way to a gathering of sect disciples.


    For days, he had received countless invitations¡ªdisciples eager to meet him, test his insights, and gauge his strength. He had declined them all, citing the need for recovery.


    But now, it was time to step forward.


    Connections were power.


    His arrival did not go unnoticed.


    Conversations hushed as eyes turned toward him. Some disciples raised their cups in acknowledgment, others in genuine celebration. Whispers spread, speculation taking root.


    Then, as if on cue, a disciple stepped forward, offering Devor a cup of wine.


    He hesitated, feeling the cool ceramic against his palm.


    This was his first time drinking alcohol in this world.


    Back on Earth, he had never been fond of it¡ªthe way it dulled his senses, made the mind sluggish. And here, in a world where a single misstep could mean disaster, clarity was everything.


    Still, refusing might draw unnecessary attention.


    So he took a sip.


    A complex mix of spice, fragrance, and sweetness unfolded on his tongue. Far more refined than anything from Earth, but still¡­ not to his taste.


    One by one, disciples approached him.


    Some were from Azure Sky Sect, others from another sect. A few female disciples from different sects took a particular interest¡ªwhether drawn by his rising status or untapped potential.


    Devor had never been considered especially handsome, but in the cultivation world, power outweighed appearance. Still, those with beauty beyond reason often wielded an undeniable advantage.


    One after another, disciples handed him communication tokens, which he accepted with a warm yet composed demeanor.


    Beside him, Yulin watched in quiet disbelief.


    This¡­ wasn¡¯t the Devor she remembered.


    He had never been especially social¡ªalways somewhat distant, keeping to himself or a select few.


    Yet here he was, effortlessly weaving through conversations, making introductions, setting expectations like a seasoned diplomat.


    When the flow of greetings finally slowed, Devor pulled out a small notebook and began writing down names, adding brief notes beside each entry.


    Yulin raised an eyebrow. ¡°You¡¯re writing them down?¡±


    Her eyes flicked over the page. At least sixteen disciples from different sects had given him their communication tokens.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t cultivators supposed to have sharp memories?¡± she asked.


    ¡°This isn¡¯t just about remembering names.¡± Devor flipped to a particular page and tapped his finger against one entry.


    Senior Duyin ¨C Holy Lotus Sect. Handles business negotiations.


    ¡°If I ever want to sell my own unique products, his connections could distribute them across multiple regions,¡± Devor explained.


    Yulin¡¯s eyes flickered with interest.


    Devor continued, flipping through his notes. ¡°I¡¯m not just recording names¡ªI¡¯m categorizing them. From the strongest to the weakest. From the most influential to the least. That way, I know who to prioritize for long-term relationships.¡±


    A slight smirk tugged at his lips. ¡°Cultivation isn¡¯t just about survival. It¡¯s about positioning. I won¡¯t waste time on meaningless connections.¡±


    Yulin chuckled. ¡°That¡¯s¡­ surprisingly methodical of you.¡± Then, after a brief pause, she added, ¡°But are you sure about the Holy Lotus Sect?¡±


    Devor blinked. ¡°What about them?¡±


    ¡°Are they bad people?¡±


    ¡°Not exactly.¡± Yulin crossed her arms. ¡°But every sect has its own philosophy¡ªsome lean toward righteousness, others toward darkness. Some embrace neutrality.¡±


    Devor nodded. That was basic sect knowledge.


    ¡°The Azure Sky Sect, Blazing Fire Sect, and Yellow Spring Sect all operate in a gray area,¡± Yulin continued. ¡°We lean toward righteousness, but we also acknowledge that not everything can be solved through virtue alone. That makes dealing with us more¡­ flexible.¡±


    Devor absorbed her words, thoughtful.


    ¡°And the other sects?¡± he prompted.


    ¡°The Holy Lotus Sect is¡­ different.¡±


    ¡°They¡¯re firmly righteous¡ªto a fault. Their disciples aren¡¯t necessarily bad, but they¡¯re obsessively strict about principles. If they sense even the slightest trace of insincerity in a deal, they¡¯ll reject you outright.¡±


    Devor raised an eyebrow. ¡°That extreme?¡±


    ¡°In their eyes, even slightly overcharging someone makes you unworthy of trust.¡± Yulin exhaled, shaking her head. ¡°That¡¯s why they struggle with certain businesses. They refuse to accept that pragmatism is sometimes necessary.¡±


    Devor glanced at Senior Duyin¡¯s name in his notes, adding a small mark beside it. A note of caution.


    ¡°And the Divine Shadow Sect?¡± he asked.


    A wry smile crossed Yulin¡¯s lips. ¡°Darkness incarnate.¡±


    She leaned in slightly. ¡°Their sect thrives on secrecy and manipulation. Their disciples are expert negotiators¡ªbut not in a way you¡¯d want. They never agree to a deal unless they have absolute control over the terms.¡±


    Devor¡¯s gaze darkened slightly. ¡°So they don¡¯t seek mutual benefit. Only dominance.¡±


    ¡°Exactly.¡± Yulin nodded. ¡°The moment you drop your guard, they¡¯ll twist the deal in their favor without hesitation.¡±


    Devor took his notebook and neatly adjusted his rankings.


    Holy Lotus Sect ¨C High priority, but caution required.


    Divine Shadow Sect ¨C Avoid unless absolutely necessary.


    Yulin watched him, impressed.


    ¡°Most disciples just accept sect relationships as they are,¡± she remarked. ¡°They don¡¯t analyze them like this.¡±


    Devor smiled slightly, but his eyes remained sharp.


    ¡°This world doesn¡¯t reward ignorance,¡± he said simply.


    Devor scanned the gathering, observing how disciples clustered together¡ªmingling, forming alliances, quietly assessing one another¡¯s strength.


    This wasn¡¯t just a social event.


    It was a battlefield of influence.


    Sect rankings, hidden allegiances, unspoken rules¡ªthese dictated who rose and who was left behind.


    He exhaled slowly.


    Power alone wasn¡¯t enough.


    Even the strongest could be isolated, manipulated, or outmaneuvered if they didn¡¯t know how to play the ga


    me.


    Devor closed his notebook.


    This was just the first step.


    Some connections would be fleeting. Others might shape his future.


    And some¡­


    Some would inevitably become enemies.


    For now, he would play along.


    But he would never forget¡ª


    In cultivation, alliances are temporary.


    Strength is the only constant.

 Chapter 65 - Forging Growth

    The Foundation Building division had concluded, but the Core Formation and Golden Core competitions were still in full swing.


    For the next few days, Devor and Yulin immersed themselves in the duels within the Fragment World, closely observing the battles of more advanced cultivators while mingling with disciples from various sects.


    Each sect carried its own philosophies, rivalries, and hidden agendas, but in Vinix City, those distinctions blurred. Beneath its towering pagodas and ancient formations, this gathering wasn¡¯t about sect loyalty¡ªit was about opportunity.


    Powerful figures watched from the shadows. Alliances formed in hushed conversations.


    For Devor, this event wasn¡¯t just a spectacle¡ªit was a marketplace of knowledge.


    One of the greatest privileges of his Divine Disciple status was access to Vinix City¡¯s highly secured library.


    Thanks to his identity token, he had unrestricted entry to the first three floors¡ªa privilege most cultivators would kill for.


    After hours of combing through the vast shelves, he finally found what he was looking for¡ªthree tomes on Spiritual Plant Synthesis.


    As he ran his fingers along their worn spines, a small smile tugged at his lips.


    ¡°In the cultivation world, this kind of knowledge is worth more than gold,¡± he murmured.


    Synthesis wasn¡¯t just an art¡ªit was an industry, tightly regulated and fiercely guarded.


    Even with the knowledge he had now, attempting synthesis experiments would be no small feat. Understanding the theory was one thing¡ªhaving the resources, time, and skill to execute it was another entirely.


    He couldn¡¯t help but compare it to oil drilling back on Earth. The process itself was challenging, but the real struggle lay in controlling the resource.


    In the world of cultivation, information was currency, and Devor had just acquired something invaluable.


    But he wasn¡¯t na?ve. He understood the weight of what he held.


    The Azure Sky Sect couldn¡¯t simply publicly release newly synthesized plant-based products¡ªit would disrupt the balance of power between sects.


    But its disciples?


    They were free to act as they pleased.


    If someone like Devor introduced a groundbreaking product, the sect wouldn¡¯t be officially involved, yet it would still reap the long-term rewards.


    Clever. Ruthless. Efficient.


    Devor exhaled softly. Even something as sacred as cultivation wasn¡¯t free from power struggles.


    Still, he had no intention of letting this knowledge go to waste.


    After gathering over a dozen Communication Tokens from various disciples, he locked himself away in his quarters, determined to master the tomes before him.


    Each book wasn¡¯t just an ordinary copy¡ªevery single one was guarded by a rune mechanism.


    Before he could even open them, Devor had to undergo a verification process.


    Anyone attempting to force open or steal the contents would trigger a self-destruction¡ªthe book turning to ash in an instant.


    Such extreme measures only highlighted how valuable and dangerous this knowledge truly was.


    Once he began, Devor was lost to it completely.


    For two weeks, the days blurred into one long stretch. Hours melted away as he sat cross-legged on the floor, absorbed in complex theories, decoding ancient formulas, and testing his ideas through Ultimate Synthesis.


    Yulin came by occasionally.


    But each time she saw Devor¡¯s unyielding focus, his gaze burning with determination, she quietly left without a word.


    This side of him was rare¡ªshe knew better than to interrupt.


    Inside his room, Devor sat deep in meditation, fully immersed in Ultimate Synthesis.


    His sea of consciousness expanded, glowing orbs of knowledge linking together in an intricate, shimmering web.


    After an extended session, Devor finally opened his eyes and murmured,


    "This is... interesting."


    Even if he managed to synthesize a True Fire Plant, it wouldn¡¯t be identical to the original.


    It would be something new¡ªperhaps stronger, perhaps unstable.


    The knowledge in these books had been distilled from thousands of failures.


    But theory could only take him so far. The books lacked crucial details:


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    How many plant elements were needed to properly fuse a Brew Moon Plant?


    When refining a fire-element plant, how much of its original essence had to be extracted before it became unstable?


    What external factors¡ªtemperature, spiritual pressure, elemental balance¡ªwere necessary for a successful synthesis?


    The books held answers, but not the full truth.


    That was for him to discover.


    A thrill ran through him.


    "Synthesizing a Spiritual Tree... now that would be truly fascinating."


    Devor¡¯s mind raced.


    If he could truly master Synthesis¡­ could he create something entirely new?


    An ordinary tree, transformed¡ªa Phoenix Tree imbued with fire attributes?


    The possibilities were staggering.


    But then¡ª


    A single thought made his pulse slow.


    What if the Sect Master¡¯s reward wasn¡¯t just a gift¡­ but a test?


    They had given him access to a one-of-a-kind Spiritual Tree.


    Maybe they were waiting¡ªwatching to see if he could push Synthesis beyond its limits.


    If that was the case¡­


    Then his path was already set.


    The weight of realization settled over him. Devor exhaled slowly.


    Failure wasn¡¯t an option.


    ??????


    A few days later, Devor finally stepped out of his room.


    For the past two weeks, he had been completely absorbed¡ªstudying the intricacies of Spiritual Plant Synthesis, experimenting with Ultimate Synthesis, and refining his theories.


    Now, it was time to return to the real world.


    Seeking out Yulin, he found her easily, and together, they made their way to the gathering place, where sect disciples clustered in lively discussion circles.


    The air hummed with energy.


    Groups of cultivators debated fiercely, exchanging insights and challenging each other''s knowledge.


    This wasn¡¯t idle chatter¡ªthis was how ideas evolved, how breakthroughs were made.


    As soon as they arrived, Yulin immediately veered off, heading toward a group deep in conversation about Flying Sword techniques.


    Devor raised an eyebrow.


    Flying Swords?


    He had always known Yulin as a Spiritual Farmer with a knack for Alchemy, but she rarely spoke about her combat skills.


    Yet as he watched, he noticed how easily she joined the discussion, sharing techniques with seasoned disciples.


    His thoughts turned inward.


    "Her strongest skill¡­ isn¡¯t Spiritual Farming or Alchemy, is it?"


    Devor pictured her in battle¡ªfive Flying Swords orbiting around her, each one an extension of her will, striking with effortless precision.


    A quiet chuckle escaped him.


    Yulin wasn¡¯t simple.


    She had likely always known where her true strengths lay. But mastering Flying Swords required immense resources. Maybe her work in Spiritual Farming and Alchemy wasn¡¯t just a side interest¡ªit was how she funded her real passion.


    It seemed everyone had their own path to power.


    Shaking the thought aside, Devor turned his attention to the Spiritual Farmer discussion group.


    It didn¡¯t take long to find them.


    Seated around a large, round table, the disciples greeted him warmly, recognizing him from the tournament. Most were experienced cultivators specializing in Spiritual Farming.


    The conversation flowed naturally.


    At first, they focused on practical techniques¡ªoptimizing soil composition, refining Spiritual Plant growth, and incorporating supplementary materials to enhance cultivation.


    Then, the discussion shifted to cost efficiency. Several disciples eagerly exchanged tricks on cutting expenses while maximizing results.


    For the most part, Devor listened, absorbing the discussion with quiet focus.


    But when the conversation turned to Spiritual Plants themselves, he leaned in, fully engaged.


    "The common belief," one disciple said, "is that fire-element and water-element plants should never be grown near each other. They interfere with one another, stunting each other¡¯s growth."


    Devor tilted his head slightly, a faint smile forming.


    "That¡¯s true¡ªif you only think in pairs."


    The disciples turned to him, intrigued.


    "Why stop at two elements?" Devor continued. "Gardens are vast. Instead of avoiding conflict, why not introduce a third element¡ªone that acts as a bridge?"


    A brief silence followed.


    Then¡ªcuriosity flickered in their eyes.


    "Explain."


    Devor traced an invisible layout on the table with his fingers.


    "Fire and water naturally resist each other. But if you introduce a third plant¡ªone with a neutralizing attribute, like earth or wood¡ªit creates a natural resonance. Instead of clashing, the three elements balance each other, forming a stable cycle where each plant reinforces the others rather than competing."


    Excited murmurs rippled through the group.


    One disciple nodded eagerly, acknowledging that Devor¡¯s theory made sense. But then, he raised a counterpoint.


    "That¡¯s an interesting idea. But the risk is enormous. If the balance isn¡¯t perfect, the entire system collapses. Fire could overpower, or water could suppress. You¡¯d lose that entire section of the garden."


    Devor didn¡¯t argue. Instead, he nodded thoughtfully.


    "That¡¯s why I need to refine the approach. There are advanced Spiritual Farming techniques that might help control the instability."


    If he could master those methods, his skills in Spiritual Farmer would reach an entirely new level.


    And if he succeeded¡­


    He wouldn¡¯t just be enhancing traditional techniques¡ªhe¡¯d be forging a new path in Spiritual Plant cultivation.


    Just as the discussion was gaining momentum, another disciple introduced an unexpected idea.


    "There¡¯s another way to strengthen plants," he said. "It¡¯s unconventional, but have you ever considered using water-element Elixirs on fire-element plants?"


    The group paused, turning the idea over in their minds.


    Devor leaned in. "Go on."


    The disciple explained, "A fire-element plant, when exposed to a water-element Elixir, senses the temporary loss of fire energy. To compensate, it instinctively absorbs even more fire-element essence from the environment. In theory, this should make it stronger over time."


    The idea hit Devor like a bolt of insight.


    "You''re saying¡­ instead of protecting the plant from hardship, you push it into a temporary crisis¡ªforcing it to evolve?"


    The disciple nodded.


    "Exactly. By momentarily disrupting its stability, you make it fight back harder. If controlled properly, the plant won¡¯t just recover¡ªit¡¯ll come out far stronger than before."


    Devor¡¯s mind raced.


    This wasn¡¯t just about Spiritual Plants.


    It was cultivation itself.


    In the Fragment World, where resources were scarce and the environment was unforgiving, the plants that endured weren¡¯t just survivors¡ªthey were stronger than anything nurtured in comfort.


    It was a universal law.


    Struggle created strength.


    And that truth didn¡¯t just apply to plants.


    It applied to people too.


    Devor murmured to himself, "Perhaps¡­ this is the secret behind all true growth."


    As the discussion continued, excitement thrummed in his veins.


    He could already see the possibilities unfolding.


    What if he combined this concept with his earlier theory?


    Instead of cultivating an artificially stable garden, he could design an ecosystem of controlled adversity¡ªone that constantly pushed the plants, forcing them to evolve beyond their natural limits.


    A garden that wasn¡¯t just balanced¡ªbut tempered.


    Would it be dangerous?


    Absolutely.


    But was it worth pursuing?


    Without question.


    After the discussion, Devor sat alone, staring at his notes.


    This was just the beginning.


    There were theories to test, techniques to refine, and experiments to conduct.


    But the real challenge?


    Could he control the power he was trying to unlock?


    Because one thing was becoming undeniable¡ª


    If Spiritual Plants could evolve beyond their natural limits¡­


    Then what was stopping cultivators from doing the same?

 Chapter 66 - Forging the Foundation

    A month had passed.


    One by one, the Core Formation and Golden Core divisions had concluded their competitions. Unlike the Foundation Building battles¡ªbrutal, and in some cases, even fatal¡ªthe higher-tier cultivators exercised far greater restraint. Their clashes were still intense, but their control over their power ensured that unnecessary casualties were avoided.


    For Devor, however, the biggest shift wasn¡¯t in the competitions themselves¡ªit was in how these elite cultivators now viewed him.


    At first, the Core Formation and Golden Core disciples had dismissed him as just another Qi Refining novice. But after witnessing his performance in the tournament, their indifference turned to curiosity.


    Their skepticism gave way to respect.


    One after another, disciples from prestigious sects approached him, offering Communication Tokens, eager to forge connections despite the gap in their cultivation levels.


    In the world of cultivation, strength commanded respect¡ªbut potential was even more valuable.


    It wasn¡¯t long before Devor received a summons from the Azure Sky Sect Master.


    Without hesitation, he followed the Sect Master through a hidden entrance deep within Vinix City, descending into an underground passage that stretched beneath the city itself.


    What lay beneath Vinix City was not just a hidden chamber¡ªbut something far more profound.


    The moment they stepped through the towering stone doors, Devor found himself standing in a vast underground expanse. The chamber stretched beyond sight, its walls etched with intricate formations that pulsed with soft golden light, stabilizing the space with an almost rhythmic energy.


    It was massive.


    Countless sects had likely conducted secret experiments and studies here, but that wasn¡¯t why they had come.


    No¡ªthis place held something far more precious.


    At the heart of the chamber lay a Spiritual Pool.


    Devor¡¯s breath caught as he took in the sight.


    The water glowed with an ethereal blue light, its surface rippling with waves of pure energy. The sheer density of spiritual essence radiating from it was staggering¡ªso potent that even from a distance, his body instinctively absorbed it, his cultivation responding on its own.


    It was unlike anything he had ever encountered.


    The pool itself wasn¡¯t large¡ªonly about fifty square meters in diameter, a perfect, seamless circle. Yet its presence was undeniable, exuding an ancient power that hinted at secrets far beyond what the eye could see.


    The Sect Master halted at the edge, turning to Devor. With a measured gesture, he motioned toward the pool.


    ¡°Step in and immerse yourself. I¡¯ll be monitoring your condition from here.¡±


    Devor nodded, offering a slight bow before stepping forward.


    With practiced ease, he shed his outer garments, leaving only a pair of shorts.


    His physique was lean yet well-defined, the result of years of disciplined training. While he lacked the raw power of combat-oriented disciples, his body had been honed through precision and control¡ªbuilt for endurance, not brute force.


    Compared to others, he was still weaker in sheer strength.


    But he had no intention of staying that way.


    As he stepped into the Spiritual Pool, a sharp chill surged across his skin¡ªcold, yet invigorating.


    The moment he sank deeper, his entire being resonated with the energy within the water.


    The spiritual energy didn¡¯t need to be drawn in¡ªit poured into him effortlessly.


    He had never experienced absorption this pure, this natural.


    Devor settled into a cross-legged position near the pool¡¯s edge, allowing the water to surround him. His body relaxed, but his mind remained focused.


    He wasn¡¯t here just to soak in spiritual energy.


    He was here for a breakthrough.


    Taking a deep breath, he snapped his fingers.


    A radiant Golden Pill materialized between them, summoned from his Spatial Ring.


    But this wasn¡¯t just any Golden Pill¡ªit was the result of countless refinements, meticulously crafted to align with Devor¡¯s unique constitution.


    And now, after more than a month of preparation, it was finally complete.


    Without hesitation, he placed the pill on his tongue and swallowed.


    The moment it dissolved, his body reacted instantly.


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    A surge of searing energy flooded his meridians, burning hot and cold at once, like liquid fire and ice coursing through his veins.


    His ability to absorb spiritual energy skyrocketed.


    Before, he had to consciously guide his cultivation technique, drawing in energy at a steady pace.


    But now?


    The Golden Pill worked autonomously, acting as a conduit that refined and converted the incoming energy into five perfectly balanced elemental forces, seamlessly harmonizing with his Five-Color Spiritual Root.


    It was flawless efficiency.


    Wasting no time, Devor entered deep meditation, fully immersing himself in his cultivation technique.


    His consciousness drifted inward¡ªinto the mysterious inner world hidden within his soul.


    Before him stretched an endless grassland, untouched and ethereal, bathed in a quiet, otherworldly glow.


    At its center lay a Spiritual Pool, a reflection of his strength in the Qi Refining Realm.


    Above, a gentle spiritual rain began to fall, each droplet a pure manifestation of the energy he absorbed.


    He focused, guiding the energy with precision, directing it into his inner pool, deepening its foundation.


    Right now, Devor¡¯s pool had reached a depth of ninety-two meters.


    To fully break through to Qi Refining, he needed to reach one hundred meters.


    But this process wasn¡¯t instantaneous. Even with the Spiritual Pool and Golden Pill enhancing his cultivation, the expansion of his inner pool remained a slow, deliberate transformation.


    Every meter gained required time, control, and unwavering focus.


    Even now, it would take him nearly an hour to deepen the pool by just one meter.


    But Devor wasn¡¯t in a hurry.


    Cultivation wasn¡¯t about speed¡ªit was about stability and mastery.


    The stronger his Qi Refining stage, the more unshakable his foundation would be for every realm beyond it.


    From the sidelines, the Sect Master watched in silence.


    His expression remained calm, but his gaze carried a quiet weight.


    Slowly but surely, Devor cultivation pushed forward, gaining momentum.


    For most, advancing too quickly was a reckless risk¡ªan unstable foundation could cripple their future potential.


    But Devor was different.


    His foundation had been forged through relentless effort¡ªthrough toil, hardship, and battles that pushed him to his limits.


    His cultivation wasn¡¯t built on shortcuts.


    It was built on unyielding experience, carved from struggle and perseverance.


    After nearly a year of competition, stability was no longer a concern for Devor.


    He had been tempered like steel in a raging furnace¡ªand now, it was time to seize even greater power.


    The effects of the Golden Pill would only last an hour.


    Without hesitation, he swallowed a second one.


    This was the privilege of the strong.


    With the right resources, even a pig could become a dragon.


    A fresh surge of spiritual energy coursed through his meridians, sharper and more intense than before. And with it came something he had never experienced¡ªabsolute clarity.


    This wasn¡¯t a slow, incremental shift.


    It was a breakthrough¡ªundeniable and absolute.


    With each breath, he could feel his cultivation transforming, evolving.


    From a distance, the Sect Master watched in silence, his hands clasped behind his back.


    By all appearances, everything was progressing smoothly.


    But his gaze held a flicker of concern.


    Devor had refined his own cultivation technique¡ªthe Five-Dragon Cultivation Method¡ªand so far, it had worked flawlessly.


    But was it truly flawless?


    The sect could have offered him a stronger, time-tested cultivation method, yet Devor had refused, choosing instead to forge his own path.


    The Sect Master respected that decision.


    But if there were flaws hidden within Devor¡¯s technique¡ªflaws that could hinder his breakthrough¡ªhe was prepared to intervene without hesitation.


    For now, though¡­ he waited.


    Six hours passed.


    And then, Devor felt it¡ªthe critical threshold.


    Inside his inner world, his soul-bound spiritual pool had finally reached a depth of one hundred meters.


    Then¡ª


    Something extraordinary happened.


    The Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique suddenly erupted, its energy surging through him like a tidal wave.


    His spiritual pool began to tremble.


    And then, as if drawn by an unseen force, it started to rise.


    Devor watched in stunned silence as the land beneath it shifted, reshaping itself into something uncannily familiar.


    A mountain.


    Not just any mountain¡ª


    His mountain.


    The terrain shifted and expanded, the once-small pool atop it transforming into a cascading waterfall. Its waters flowed down the slopes, merging into a river below.


    The mountain continued to rise, its foundation growing stronger, more unshakable, its presence more profound.


    And then¡ª


    It stopped.


    Now standing eighty meters tall, his once-tiny spiritual pool had become a towering peak.


    A symbol of his breakthrough.


    A mountain forged from his will.


    Devor had officially stepped into the Foundation Building Realm!


    Before he could fully process the transformation, a sudden flash of golden light filled his vision.


    Then¡ª


    [ Host has reached the Foundation Building Realm. ]


    Devor¡¯s breath caught.


    This was¡­ different.


    The system, which had always been a passive presence, had suddenly activated on its own.


    [ System has determined an upgrade based on the Host¡¯s chosen cultivation path. ]


    Devor¡¯s pulse quickened.


    The system is¡­ upgrading?


    It had always been a tool, something he could rely on¡ªbut it had never changed before.


    If it could evolve, then¡­


    Did that mean his own cultivation choices were shaping its future functions?


    Then, the next prompt appeared.


    [ Upgrade confirmed. ]


    [ Attribute Analyzer ¡ú Spiritual Analyzer ]


    [ New Function: The Host can now analyze the attributes of Spiritual Plants. ]


    Devor¡¯s eyes widened.


    Spiritual Analyzer?


    He could analyze plants now?


    But the changes weren¡¯t over.


    [ Ultimate Synthesis has gained an additional simulation function. ]


    His mind raced.


    ¡°Simulation function?¡±


    The next message explained everything.


    [ In addition to simulating cultivation techniques, the Host can now simulate Spiritual Plants within Ultimate Synthesis. The Host may test up to three plants in his Sea of Consciousness. ]


    Devor''s eyes widened.


    "I can simulate Spiritual Plants¡­ in my mind?"


    His breath came faster as the realization sank in.


    If this was real¡­ then everything about Spiritual Farming had just changed.


    For most cultivators, synthesizing Spiritual Plants was a painstaking trial-and-error process.


    Even the most skilled Spiritual Farmers and Alchemists needed physical plants to experiment with¡ªleading to wasted resources, failures, and unpredictable results.


    But now?


    He could run experiments entirely within his consciousness.


    No risk. No wasted materials.


    And best of all¡ªinstant results.


    He wouldn¡¯t have to wait for real-world growth cycles. His Sea of Consciousness would allow him to test theories in mere moments.


    Devor clenched his fists, his mind racing with possibilities.


    The system hadn¡¯t just evolved¡ªit had given him an edge no one else possessed.


    How many centuries of research could he bypass?


    How many breakthroughs could he achieve before others even grasped the basics?


    With this ability, he could push Spiritual Plant Synthesis to unprecedented heights.


    But more than that¡­


    If he could simulate Spiritual Plants¡­


    What else could he apply this to?


    What other uncharted aspects of cultivation could be mastered through the power of simulation?


    Devor exhaled slowly, his mind buzzing with possibilities.


    This wasn¡¯t just a breakthrough¡ªit was the beginning of something far greater.


    His path forward had never been clearer.


    And the world of cultivation¡­


    was about to change forever.

 Chapter 67 - The End of a Battle, The Beginning of a Path

    The competition was finally over.


    For the past fourteen months, Vinix City had been a battleground of talent, ambition, and relentless pursuit of strength. Now, all that remained was the closing ceremony¡ªa mere formality, yet one heavy with the echoes of countless struggles.


    On the grand stage, Devor stood alongside his team.


    Despite his newfound status as a Divine Disciple, his attire remained unchanged¡ªa light blue Taoist robe, the same one he had worn as an Outer Disciple.


    A quiet statement.


    He had ascended beyond his former rank, yet he still carried his past with him.


    And the entire gathering took notice.


    Countless eyes lingered on him¡ªsome filled with curiosity, others with quiet respect.


    The ceremony itself was neither lavish nor extravagant. It was formal, subdued¡ªa necessary ritual to mark the conclusion of an event orchestrated by the ten great sects.


    But victory? That wasn¡¯t the real prize.


    Every disciple present, whether they had triumphed or tasted defeat, had walked away with something far more valuable¡ªan unyielding foundation for the path ahead.


    When Devor accepted his reward¡ªa round black medal, its surface engraved with the emblem of the ten sects¡ªits golden glow shimmered beneath the ethereal lights of the ceremony hall.


    A token of recognition. A symbol of the battles fought.


    And a promise of the future to come.


    Stepping down from the podium, Devor immediately looked for Yulin.


    He had made many acquaintances throughout the competition, but when it came to true trust, there was only one person he felt at ease beside.


    Maybe it was familiarity.


    Maybe it was the simple fact that Yulin had never treated him any differently¡ªnot when he was an Outer Disciple, not even now as a Divine Disciple.


    She saw him, not his title.


    As they stood together, the next group of award recipients took the stage¡ªthe Blazing Fire team.


    That was when Devor noticed her.


    A young woman, unfamiliar to him, standing silently among the winners.


    Her cultivation wasn¡¯t particularly strong¡ªQi Refining Realm, unremarkable at a glance. Yet something about the way she carried herself¡ªthe quiet weight in her expression¡ªheld his attention.


    ¡°She¡¯s the Dao companion of a Blazing Fire disciple who died during the competition,¡± murmured Yulin, at his side.


    Devor¡¯s gaze sharpened.


    ¡°Their child is only two years old,¡± Yulin went on. ¡°The ten sects agreed to grant them a special path¡ªwhen the child is old enough to cultivate, they¡¯ll be given training and resources.¡±


    A life traded for a future.


    That was the reality of this world.


    The woman¡¯s face was unreadable.


    Was she proud? Resentful? Grieving?


    Devor frowned. A quiet unease settled over him, an unfamiliar weight in his chest.


    He couldn¡¯t help but wonder¡­


    Was it worth it?


    Cultivators risked everything¡ªfor power, for recognition, for a future¡ªbut was any of it truly worth the price of death?


    The woman¡¯s presence made it impossible to ignore.


    For some, failure didn¡¯t just mean dying¡ªit meant leaving behind the ones who had to carry the weight of that loss.


    Devor clenched his fists.


    To many, wealth and power beyond imagination made the gamble worthwhile.


    But to him?


    It wasn¡¯t.


    Maybe that made him a coward¡ªunwilling to stake his life like so many others.


    But death was absolute.


    No power, no ambition, no victory could change that.


    If he died, what would he leave behind?


    Would he be remembered? Maybe.


    Would it matter? Probably not.


    A name in the records of history, soon to fade like ashes in the wind.


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    Lost in thought, Devor barely noticed when his mind reached out to Yulin.


    ¡°Sister Yulin,¡± he sent his voice into her mind. ¡°Is it really worth it? For cultivators to risk their lives like this?¡±


    Yulin turned slightly, glancing at him before responding in a calm, measured tone.


    ¡°That depends. Would you risk your life for something you¡¯ve dreamed of your entire life?¡±


    Devor frowned.


    After a brief pause, he answered. ¡°No. If I knew my dream was real, I could afford to wait for it. A cultivator¡¯s lifespan isn¡¯t short. Unless I was facing true death danger, I wouldn¡¯t throw my life away.¡±


    Cultivation was a long path.


    He had time.


    If an opportunity arose to take him back to Earth, he wouldn¡¯t recklessly dive into an unknown portal. He would prepare, grow stronger, and ensure his survival first.


    And if the portal disappeared before he was ready?


    Then he would create one himself.


    A soft chuckle echoed through his mind.


    ¡°Then let it be that way,¡± Yulin replied, turning to face him fully.


    There was no judgment in her gaze¡ªonly quiet understanding.


    Then, with a small smile, she added, ¡°Life is about choices. If your path doesn¡¯t demand risking your life, then follow it. Don¡¯t trouble yourself over how others walk theirs.¡±


    Devor felt an unexpected sense of relief.


    He exhaled slowly.


    Maybe a cultivator¡¯s path didn¡¯t have to be endless battles.


    Maybe¡­ there was another way to grow strong¡ªone that didn¡¯t demand sacrificing everything.


    The competition had finally come to an end.


    For over fourteen months, Vinix City had been the heart of a grand trial¡ªone that had tested, refined, and reshaped countless disciples.


    Now, as one by one, each team stepped forward to receive their medals, a quiet sense of closure settled over the vast arena.


    The Core Formation and Golden Core divisions were the last to step forward, accepting their accolades as the ceremony neared its conclusion.


    Then, just as the final medal was handed out, Liuning stepped forward.


    His voice cut through the air, clear and steady.


    And what he said next left everyone stunned.


    ¡°That Fragment World you all entered¡­ it isn¡¯t a complete realm at all.¡±


    ¡°It only follows half the true laws of the Immortal World.¡±


    A shockwave rippled through the crowd.


    Liuning¡¯s voice remained steady, unwavering.


    ¡°That¡¯s why its environment is unstable. Why so many of the phenomena you encountered felt unnatural. And you might be wondering¡ªhow could such a competition even exist?¡±


    A brief pause.


    Then, his next words thundered across the arena.


    ¡°The answer is simple: only in the Immortal World can one reach such heights of power!¡±


    Murmurs spread like wildfire.


    For most disciples, this wasn¡¯t just a revelation¡ªit was a glimpse into something far greater.


    The Immortal World.


    A realm that cultivators from this world could only dream of.


    Devor¡¯s breath caught, his mind racing.


    If what Liuning said was true¡­ then it explained everything.


    The golden energy curtain that had appeared above his garden, the strange resonance he had felt within that world¡ªhe had assumed they were mere byproducts of his Dao embryo.


    But what if they weren¡¯t?


    What if they were simply reactions to the Immortal World¡¯s laws?


    Perhaps in this world, his Dao embryo was merely dormant, suppressed by weaker laws.


    But in the Immortal World?


    It could awaken.


    A flicker of anticipation stirred within him.


    The revelation set the crowd ablaze.


    For generations, people in this realm had heard stories of beings from the Immortal World¡ªcultivators so powerful they seemed almost divine.


    Legends spoke of those who had descended from the higher realm, their strength beyond comprehension.


    It was said that an Immortal World Core Formation cultivator could match a Golden Core expert from this world¡ªand win.


    Many had dismissed it as an exaggeration.


    Now, after witnessing the Fragment World firsthand, they understood.


    It wasn¡¯t that they were weak¡ªit was that the Immortal World operated on an entirely different level.


    Perhaps, if they stepped into that realm and adapted to its rules, they too could stand among those legendary figures.


    Excitement. Fear. Uncertainty.


    Every disciple wrestled with their own emotions.


    But Devor?


    He was unbothered by their concerns.


    It didn¡¯t matter how strong the cultivators of the Immortal World were.


    It didn¡¯t matter whether this realm was inferior or not.


    All that mattered¡­ was that his Dao embryo had potential there.


    And that meant¡­


    His path was far from over.


    ??????


    After the closing ceremony, Vinix City erupted into celebration.


    For two days, the streets were alive with music, lantern light, and the rich aroma of fine wines.


    A city that had once been a battleground of relentless competition had transformed into a place of laughter and camaraderie.


    Yet, amid the revelry, Devor noticed something unusual.


    Not everyone was leaving.


    Some disciples remained¡ªnot because they had abandoned their sects, but because they had been assigned to stay.


    They weren¡¯t renegades¡ªthey were cultivators chosen for a greater purpose.


    Vinix City wasn¡¯t just a battlefield.


    It was a specialized training ground, a gathering place where only the most talented disciples from the ten sects could continue to refine themselves.


    Devor absorbed the revelation carefully.


    The ten sects hadn¡¯t just built this city for competition¡ªit was a long-term investment.


    They weren¡¯t simply raising powerful disciples.


    They were forging an army.


    And one day, that army might be sent into the Immortal World itself.


    ??????


    Two days later, Devor and the other Azure Sky disciples boarded the Immortal Boat docked outside Vinix City.


    As the massive spirit-powered vessel ascended, the city below slowly shrank into the distance.


    Standing near the railing, Devor leaned forward, watching the sprawling landscape fade from view.


    Behind him, Yulin let out a quiet sigh, her voice laced with emotion.


    ¡°When we return to the sect, everything will be different.¡±


    Devor exhaled softly.


    He knew.


    His promotion, his status, the expectations placed upon him¡ªeverything would change.


    Yulin turned to him with a small smile.


    ¡°Are you excited?¡±


    Devor chuckled, a hint of wry amusement in his voice. ¡°With all the new support and resources? How could I not be?¡±


    Then, his expression grew serious.


    ¡°I just can¡¯t shake the feeling that as my status rises, so will the strength of my enemies.¡±


    It was an unspoken truth in cultivation.


    The weak wouldn¡¯t dare challenge him anymore.


    Only the strong would stand in his way.


    Yulin¡¯s smile didn¡¯t fade. ¡°You¡¯ll be fine. The sect has your back now.¡±


    Then, tilting her head slightly, she asked, ¡°So, will you go back to tending your garden, or do you have something new in mind?¡±


    Devor gave a slight nod. ¡°I¡¯ll still tend to my garden, but I also want to broaden my knowledge.¡±


    Yulin studied him for a moment before a small, amused smile crossed her lips.


    ¡°You¡¯re an odd one. Most people cultivate for power, but you¡­ you¡¯re after something else. What exactly are you searching for?¡±


    Devor hesitated.


    That question¡­ he had heard it before.


    Even the Sect Master had once asked him the same thing.


    Was it power? Certainly.


    Wealth? Of course.


    A better life? Absolutely.


    And yet¡­


    None of those were his true reason.


    What drove him forward wasn¡¯t the pursuit of strength for strength¡¯s sake¡ªit was something deeper.


    ¡°I want to understand how things work,¡± Devor murmured, his gaze fixed on the horizon. ¡°How they come to be. And¡­ I want to create something entirely new, using my own abilities.¡±


    He wasn¡¯t chasing a realm.


    He wasn¡¯t trying to surpass others.


    He was trying to conquer the unknown.


    Yulin studied him for a long moment.


    Then, softly, she laughed. ¡°You really are strange, Devor.¡±


    But there was something in her eyes¡ªcuriosity, admiration¡­ perhaps even a touch of awe.


    Because his answer was unlike anything she had ever heard before.


    And deep down, she knew¡ª


    That kind of ambition¡­ could shake the very foundation of the cultivation world.

 Chapter 68 - The Rise of the Divine Disciple

    The Azure Sky Sect''s headquarters loomed like a grand palace at the heart of its vast domain, its towering spires and intricate carvings exuding both prestige and authority.


    This was where decisions that shaped the future of the sect were made¡ªwhere honor was bestowed, and where oaths became binding.


    Before the immense central palace, a sea of disciples had gathered.


    Inner Disciples, Outer Disciples, Nameless Disciples, and even fresh Apprentices¡ªevery rank was present, standing in reverent silence.


    At the forefront, the Elders and Hall Masters stood in orderly rows, their presence exuding an undeniable weight. Behind them, their respective Core Disciples held their positions with silent pride.


    And at the very center of it all¡ªthe Sect Master.


    His gaze was fixed upon Nyuru, a gifted alchemist whose name had long been whispered throughout the sect.


    The crisp morning air carried the scent of burning incense, its smoke spiraling toward the heavens like an unspoken prayer.


    Dressed in deep blue Core Disciple robes embroidered with golden patterns, Nyuru stood before the Sect Master.


    Though her heart pounded, her stance remained steady and resolute.


    To the left of the Sect Master, a woman with a commanding yet serene presence stepped forward¡ªMaster Ruyin, the Hall Master of Alchemy and Nyuru¡¯s new mentor.


    Her long black hair cascaded to her waist, a golden ribbon woven through it¡ªa sign of her status and mastery.


    Though her sharp gaze carried the weight of authority, there was a subtle warmth beneath her exterior, as if she saw potential where others saw only raw talent.


    "Nyuru."


    The Sect Master¡¯s voice rang out, shattering the solemn silence.


    "Today, you do not merely rise to the rank of Core Disciple. You are granted a far rarer honor¡ªan apprenticeship under Master Ruyin, one of the greatest alchemists on this continent."


    He paused, letting his words sink in.


    "Be grateful, for such an opportunity is not given to many."


    Master Ruyin raised a hand.


    A servant swiftly approached, carrying a silver tray.


    Upon it lay two golden-scripted parchments, a ritual jade knife, and a cup of sacred wine.


    With effortless grace, Ruyin picked up the jade knife, drawing a small incision across her palm.


    A single drop of crimson blood fell into the wine, merging with the liquid until it shimmered with an eerie crimson-gold glow.


    She extended the cup toward Nyuru.


    "Drink."


    Her voice was even, but the weight behind it was undeniable.


    "My blood is my oath. If you remain loyal to this path, my knowledge and protection will be yours. But if you betray it¡­"


    She let the words linger, allowing the unspoken threat to settle in the air.


    Nyuru did not hesitate.


    Lifting the cup, she drank to the last drop.


    A surge of spiritual energy flooded her meridians, sending a slight tremor through her body.


    From above, a streak of divine light shot across the sky, sweeping over the courtyard¡ªa celestial acknowledgment of the sacred vow.


    The Sect Master nodded in approval.


    "Now, kneel!"


    Nyuru immediately obeyed.


    Master Ruyin stepped forward, placing her palm gently atop Nyuru¡¯s head.


    In an instant, a blue flame-like seal ignited on Nyuru¡¯s forehead, its glow pulsing for a fleeting moment before vanishing.


    "With this," Ruyin declared, "I acknowledge you as my true disciple."


    A murmur rippled through the crowd, then¡ª


    Thunderous cheers erupted.


    Yet beneath the celebration, hushed whispers carried envy and speculation.


    "Nyuru was already an alchemy genius, but now she''s a Core Disciple too? Just how far will she rise?"


    The answer was clear¡ªfar beyond most.


    Nyuru took a deep breath, bowed to the Sect Master and the assembled Elders, then turned and bowed once more¡ªto her fellow disciples.


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    This wasn¡¯t just a ritual of promotion.


    It was a declaration.


    A Core Disciple¡¯s fate was now inextricably tied to the sect itself.


    Whatever happened to her beyond these walls would reflect upon Azure Sky itself.


    Among the spectators, Yulin exhaled softly, watching Nyuru step into her new role.


    But before the cheers fully faded, the Sect Master spoke again.


    "Next, we shall welcome another disciple."


    His voice resonated through the courtyard, commanding attention.


    "For certain reasons, we have decided to grant him a unique and distinguished identity."


    Confusion flickered across the faces of many.


    Only those who had been in Vinix City knew the rumors surrounding this promotion.


    "Bring him forward."


    The palace doors swung open.


    And then¡ªhe stepped into view.


    A striking young man with long, flowing hair, moving with an unshaken, deliberate ease.


    He was tall, standing at 182 cm, his light blue Taoist robe adorned with intricate golden embroidery, identical to that of a Core Disciple.


    Yet, there was one unmistakable difference.


    On the back of his robe was a golden dragon, biting down on a hexagonal leaf motif¡ªa symbol unlike any other.


    A symbol of the Divine Disciple.


    Devor.


    In an instant, the atmosphere changed.


    Where there had been cheers and admiration for Nyuru¡ªnow, a heavy silence took hold.


    All eyes locked onto the young man in blue, their gazes filled with an array of emotions.


    Shock.


    Jealousy.


    Unease.


    Devor, once nothing more than an Outer Disciple, had risen to a position beyond even Core Disciples.


    He had long been known as a Spiritual Farmer, a caretaker of the sect¡¯s herb gardens¡ªa man whose past was filled with both triumph and controversy.


    But as he stood before them now¡­


    He no longer carried the aura of a mere farmer.


    There was something different about him.


    A calm, effortless presence¡ªa quiet mastery, as if he had long since become one with the very plants he had spent years tending.


    Yet for many watching¡­


    His presence felt unnatural.


    Even dangerous.


    Whispers rose from the crowd.


    Even the Elders exchanged subtle glances, their expressions unreadable.


    The Sect Master, however, remained unmoved.


    He knew what this moment meant.


    And he knew that from this day forward¡ª


    Devor¡¯s mere existence would shake the very balance of the sect.


    A hushed murmur swept through the gathered Elders.


    "Divine Disciple..." one of them whispered in disbelief.


    It was a new title, an honor never before bestowed in the history of the Azure Sky Sect.


    A Divine Disciple was both privileged and burdened¡ªgranted authority equal to a Core Disciple, yet left to walk the path of cultivation alone, without the direct guidance of a master.


    It was an acknowledgment of unparalleled talent, but also a challenge.


    Not everyone believed Devor was worthy of such a distinction.


    The Sect Master raised his hand, and the murmuring ceased.


    His gaze was steady, unreadable, yet there was a weight behind his words as he addressed Devor.


    "You have proven that dedication and perseverance can surpass the constraints of status."


    A moment of silence followed.


    Then, his voice carried across the courtyard, reaching not only Devor but every disciple who had once doubted him.


    "Even without a master, you have forged your own methods of cultivation. You turned barren land in the Fragment World into a thriving, self-sustaining ecosystem. You have cultivated power where none existed before."


    Devor bowed deeply, his expression calm.


    No arrogance.


    No need for unnecessary pride.


    Only an unshakable confidence¡ªthe kind that did not need to be spoken aloud.


    The Sect Master¡¯s gaze remained firm.


    "The title of Divine Disciple is not just an empty name." His words carried a hidden warning. "You will have access to the sect¡¯s resources at the same level as a Core Disciple. You may learn from many masters, gain wisdom from numerous teachings, but in the end, your path must be carved by your own hands. No one can walk it for you. No Elder will intervene in your cultivation. The trials ahead will be yours alone to face. Are you prepared for this responsibility?"


    Devor¡¯s answer was immediate.


    "I am ready."


    His voice was deep and steady, like the roots of an ancient tree anchoring itself into the earth.


    A servant stepped forward, carrying a bronze tray.


    Upon it lay the Divine Disciple¡¯s Token¡ªa hexagonal crystal medal shaped like a leaf, within which a swirling dragon¡¯s shadow could be seen.


    The Sect Master lifted the token, pressing it against Devor¡¯s forehead.


    The moment it made contact¡ª


    A golden light flared, illuminating the courtyard.


    For a brief second, an ethereal leaf-like seal ignited on Devor¡¯s skin before vanishing into his flesh.


    A silent declaration.


    A binding acknowledgment.


    "With this, I name you Divine Disciple of the Azure Sky Sect," the Sect Master intoned. "Carry this honor wisely, and remember¡ªa strong root does not fear the wind."


    A wave of subdued cheers followed.


    Yet unlike Nyuru¡¯s ascension, where excitement had filled the air, Devor¡¯s promotion was met with a lingering tension.


    Among the Outer Disciples, some had tears in their eyes, moved by Devor¡¯s rise¡ªproof that even those from humble origins could defy fate itself.


    But among the Inner Disciples and Core Disciples, expressions were more complicated.


    Some were inspired.


    Others were... uneasy.


    Devor had not followed the conventional path.


    And for those who had spent years climbing the rigid hierarchy, his ascension felt like a disruption to the natural order.


    Even worse¡ªmany who had once mocked Devor behind his back now feared what his rise meant for their future.


    Would he seek revenge? Would he use his newfound authority to make their lives difficult?


    Or would he simply continue forward, leaving them to drown in their own regrets?


    Devor turned toward the gathered disciples, bowing three times¡ªfirst to the Sect Master and the Elders, then to his fellow cultivators.


    In the crowd, Yulin smiled softly, her eyes shimmering.


    For a moment, she saw twelve-year-old Devor standing in that same courtyard¡ªyoung, uncertain, but full of determination.


    Now, he stood before them as a man, strong, composed¡­ and undeniably handsome.


    Who could have predicted that the boy from back then would grow this much, this fast?


    From the stage, Devor¡¯s gaze shifted.


    Not for sentimental reasons.


    Not because he was overwhelmed by his own rise.


    But because something caught his attention.


    Ever since advancing to Foundation Building, his Attribute Analyzer had evolved into a Spiritual Analyzer.


    And now, when he turned his enhanced sight upon Yulin¡­


    A notification flickered before his eyes.


    [ Name: Yulin Fu ]


    [ Gender: Female ]


    [ Age: 26/313 ]


    [ Cultivation: ??? ]


    [ Other Aspects: Cursed Bloodline ]


    Yulin had never revealed her surname¡ªnot once in all the years they had known each other.


    And yet, the system had uncovered it.


    Fu.


    The same surname as Yiru Fu.


    The Fu Empire.


    His mind whirled. Could she be related? It seemed impossible. Yulin had known him since his mortal days, watching from afar even before he embarked on the path of cultivation.


    But then¡ª


    Cursed Bloodline?


    That was new.


    Devor¡¯s eyes lingered on Yulin.


    She had always been graceful, sociable, and easy to befriend. But behind that warmth, there had always been something deeper.


    She wasn¡¯t just talented¡ªshe was strategic.


    She had chosen to take on the roles of Spiritual Farmer and Alchemist, not because she lacked combat ability, but because she needed resources to support another path¡ªFlying Swords.


    She had made calculated sacrifices, hiding her strength while quietly accumulating power.


    And now, this.


    A bloodline curse.


    A connection to one of the most powerful empires in existence.


    For the first time, Devor saw not just a friend, but a mystery standing before him.

 Chapter 69 - 😏 (End of Volume 1)

    On a secluded hilltop, the land granted to Devor by the sect brimmed with natural energy. Gentle breezes carried the faint scent of spirit herbs, and the carefully cultivated garden radiated a quiet harmony.


    Within a modest but well-crafted wooden hut, Devor sat in quiet meditation. His breathing was slow, measured, his senses attuned to the pulse of the land. The soil here was rich, ideal for growing Spiritual Plants, yet even more valuable for cultivation itself.


    The rhythmic crunch of footsteps over gravel stirred him from his trance. Opening his eyes, he saw Yulin approaching, her figure framed against the rising sun.


    "Your first class is about to begin," she said, stopping a few paces away. "Are you worried not many students will show up?"


    Devor offered a calm smile. "The number isn¡¯t my concern. Teaching a large group, however, will be more difficult than a handful of dedicated students."


    His method relied on hands-on demonstrations, guiding disciples through the intricacies of plant nurturing and energy flow. Too many students would dilute the experience.


    Yulin hummed, her expression unreadable. "Well, I hope everything goes according to plan," she said, then added with a knowing look, "You asked me to come¡ªwas there something specific you wanted to talk about?"


    Devor nodded. "There are a few things." His gaze sharpened. "First, I¡¯ve identified the mastermind behind the people who targeted me in the past."


    Yulin raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity flashing across her face. Then, as if piecing together a puzzle, her expression shifted. "The sect told you?"


    Her tone was direct, yet beneath it lay an understanding. If the sect had known, they had allowed it to happen¡ªfor reasons unknown.


    Devor¡¯s eyes darkened slightly. "That¡¯s right. If their reasons were unclear, they would have acted already. The fact that they haven¡¯t means the situation is¡­ complicated."


    Yulin crossed her arms, thoughtful. She hadn¡¯t expected him to analyze it that way, but it made sense. "And the mastermind?"


    "Yiru Fu." Devor¡¯s voice carried a weight. "A princess of the Fu Empire."


    Yulin¡¯s brows furrowed in mild surprise, but she quickly composed herself. "A noble? What reason would she have to target you?"


    "There are many reasons," Devor admitted, exhaling slowly. "And I was just one of her targets."


    Silence settled between them before he continued, "I know you¡¯ve been investigating this matter. That¡¯s why I wanted to tell you directly¡ªYiru Fu isn¡¯t someone we can confront carelessly."


    A slow smile tugged at Yulin¡¯s lips. "You figured that out?" Her voice carried a trace of amusement. "I knew it wouldn¡¯t be just anyone, but still¡­ we can¡¯t let her subordinates roam freely, can we?"


    Devor gave a slight nod. "Agreed. But be careful, Sister Yulin. I don¡¯t want you making unnecessary enemies because of me."


    Yulin¡¯s smile turned sharp. "Don¡¯t underestimate me, Devor. I¡¯m not as fragile as you are."


    He chuckled softly. It was true¡ªshe was far from weak. Compared to her, he was still lacking.


    Then, with a flick of his wrist, he summoned an item from his Spatial Ring.


    Three small black boxes materialized in his left palm, stacked neatly.


    "They just finished these yesterday," Devor said, extending the boxes toward her. "You¡¯ve always stood by my side, and I wanted to express my gratitude."


    Yulin¡¯s eyes glinted with curiosity as she picked up the top box. "You¡¯re wealthy enough to give a Core Formation Cultivator a gift?" she teased, though there was genuine intrigue in her tone. "This looks expensive. What is it?"


    She opened the lid, revealing a smooth, palm-sized orb resting within.


    The moment she extended her Spiritual Sense, her pupils dilated.


    "This¡­" she murmured, caught off guard. A rare reaction from her.


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    "After some thought, I realized you have a certain¡­ obsession with Flying Swords," Devor said with a knowing smile. "I don¡¯t know much about them myself, but the Sect Master recommended this as a suitable gift¡ªan Adaptive Flying Sword Orb."


    Without hesitation, Yulin channeled her energy into the orb. The moment her Qi flowed into it, the object responded.


    With a flick of her wrist, the black sphere unraveled, stretching and reforming into a sleek, floating sword.


    Her eyes gleamed as she tested its balance, adjusting its length with practiced ease. Despite being her first time wielding this particular weapon, she handled it as though she had trained with it for years.


    Within moments, she cycled through three distinct configurations¡ªone prioritizing speed, another durability, and the last sheer cutting power.


    Devor watched in silent admiration. Even among elite cultivators, few could adapt to a new weapon so seamlessly.


    After a few more experimental movements, Yulin returned the blade to its spherical form, cradling it in her palm with a satisfied expression.


    "This thing¡­" Yulin furrowed her brows as she ran her fingers across the smooth surface of the orb. A faint pulse of energy radiated from within, refined and potent. "It feels¡­ expensive."


    "Do you like it, Sister Yulin?" Devor asked, his voice carrying a rare note of anticipation.


    Yulin glanced at him, amused by his eagerness. "Of course." Her lips curled into a beautiful smile. "Thank you, Devor."


    His expression brightened. "I ordered three of them. You can take all of them."


    "T¡ªThree?" Yulin¡¯s eyes widened slightly in disbelief. She had assumed the other two boxes contained something different. Who would have thought they all held the same high-grade artifact?


    She hesitated for only a moment before accepting them. She wouldn¡¯t pretend to refuse something she genuinely needed.


    "Because of you, I wasted two years of effort," she said with a wry smile. "I had already gathered materials to craft an Flying Sword Orb and was just about to commission a Forging Master."


    Devor blinked. "You¡­ were going to forge one yourself?"


    She nodded. "I¡¯d collected about eighty percent of the materials¡ªenough to make a single orb. Yet today, I receive three all at once." She exhaled, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "I should¡¯ve just waited."


    Devor chuckled. "You can always buy enhancement materials for them. I heard these orbs are easier to upgrade than most weapons."


    Yulin examined the artifacts again, her fingers tightening slightly over the boxes. She could tell at a glance¡ªthese were no ordinary Flying Sword Orbs. The materials, the craftsmanship¡­ they were leagues beyond what she could have acquired on her own.


    "Thank you, Devor," she said at last, her voice softer than before. A rare flicker of emotion passed through her eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came.


    For a few minutes, they talked¡ªnothing heavy, just casual conversation. Yet an unspoken understanding had formed between them, as if the bond they shared had deepened in ways neither needed to say aloud.


    Then, it was time.


    The moment Devor had been waiting for.


    Together, they descended the hill toward the teaching grounds. Below, rows of small garden plots stretched out, tended to by sect disciples. The scent of earth and budding spirit herbs lingered in the air, a testament to the growing vitality of this place.


    As they neared the base, Devor¡¯s gaze swept over the assembled students.


    He had expected a modest turnout¡ªApprentices, maybe some Nameless Disciples. But what greeted him was far more than that.


    Among the gathered crowd, he spotted not only Apprentices and Nameless Disciples but Outer Disciples as well. And standing slightly apart from the rest¡ªwatching with calculating eyes¡ªwere Inner Disciples.


    Devor¡¯s brows lifted slightly. An Inner Disciple? Here?


    Yulin smirked as she observed his reaction. "Surprised?"


    "You knew about this?" Devor asked.


    "Of course." She crossed her arms, amusement dancing in her gaze. "I heard some Inner Disciples were curious. You didn¡¯t think word of your class would stay hidden, did you?"


    Devor glanced at the disciples again. The presence of an Inner Disciple changed things. If one of them deemed his lessons worthless, rumors would spread¡ªand not in his favor.


    "Are you confident you can teach them?" Yulin continued, her tone teasing. "Honestly, if it were me, I¡¯d be a little nervous. After all, these aren¡¯t just ordinary students."


    Devor stood still for a moment, studying the faces before him.


    Nervous? Of course.


    Afraid? Not at all.


    Of all aspects of cultivation, this was the one thing he was sure of.


    Spiritual Plants. The lifeblood of alchemy, the foundation of countless cultivation techniques, the secret to longevity and power. This was the path he had chosen, and he knew it better than anyone else here.


    "This is just the beginning," Devor said calmly. "I don¡¯t see today¡¯s success as my ultimate peak."


    Then, without hesitation, he stepped forward.


    Yulin watched him go, her expression shifting subtly. That aura¡­


    For a long time, she had thought of Devor as someone uncertain¡ªsomeone walking a path filled with hesitation. But at this moment, something within him had shifted. His steps carried a quiet confidence, a conviction that hadn¡¯t been there before.


    She tilted her head slightly, her smirk softening.


    "I hope you achieve your true purpose in this life, Devor," she thought.


    The light in her eyes flickered¡ªsomething unseen by others, yet undeniable.


    Then, suddenly¡ª


    A ripple of energy surged through her body.


    Yulin stiffened. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but for a cultivator of her level, it was unmistakable.


    Something had changed.


    She clenched her fist instinctively. Deep within her meridians, a shift had occurred, as if an invisible seal had loosened¡ªno, cracked.


    Her pulse quickened. This feeling¡­ it¡¯s as if¡­


    She exhaled slowly, suppressing the strange sensation, her mind racing with possibilities.


    Then, finally, a small smile crossed her lips.


    "In this lifetime, that boy is quite interesting, isn¡¯t he?" she mused to herself.


    Far above them, the clouds drifted lazily, but somewhere beyond sight, the delicate balance of fate had shifted.


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 Chapter 70 - The Path of Poison and Growth

    Devor sat cross-legged beneath a towering, otherworldly tree. Its leaves shimmered with a deep purple hue, rippling like liquid amethyst under the faint evening light. The trunk, a curious blend of brown and violet, pulsed with an almost imperceptible energy¡ªone that called to him, luring him into its depths.


    With slow, controlled breaths, Devor quieted his thoughts and reached out, attempting to forge a connection with the ancient tree¡¯s essence. He could feel it¡ªa vast, potent force, dark and venomous, coiling beneath the bark like a slumbering beast.


    Then, without warning¡ª


    A surge of energy lashed out, slamming straight into the dark glow forming between his brows.


    A violent force ripped through his meridians, sending him hurtling backward. His body crashed against the base of the tree, and a sickening shock coursed through his limbs. A sharp, metallic taste filled his mouth as he coughed violently, expelling a mouthful of blackened liquid onto the ground.


    The dark glow between his brows flickered¡ªthen vanished without a trace.


    A soft sigh reached his ears.


    "You¡¯re too impatient."


    The voice was calm, devoid of sympathy.


    Devor looked up to see a tall, imposing man clad in immaculate white Taoist robes. His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable.


    "Senior Juyin," Devor greeted hoarsely.


    Juyin didn¡¯t respond immediately. His piercing gaze swept over Devor¡¯s state before he spoke again.


    "I told you to connect with its power, not to let it consume you."


    Devor gritted his teeth, steadying himself as he forced his body upright.


    "I followed your instructions exactly," he said evenly. "But every time that energy enters my body, it doesn¡¯t give me a choice. I either accept it, or it corrupts me."


    Juyin studied him in silence, his gaze unreadable. Once, this rogue cultivator had been a legend¡ªrenowned for his mastery of deadly poisons. Though he belonged to no sect, his name commanded both respect and fear among high-level cultivators across the world.


    And now, for reasons of his own, the Sect Master had placed him under Juyin¡¯s tutelage. But this was no simple act of generosity.


    As a Spiritual Farmer, Devor cultivated the very essence of plants, soil, and nature itself. His attunement to the spiritual properties of herbs made him uniquely suited to learn from Juyin.


    The Sect Master had seen the rare synergy between them¡ªJuyin¡¯s unparalleled expertise and Devor¡¯s deep connection to the land were two halves of the same whole.


    If Devor could grasp Juyin¡¯s methods, he would gain an unprecedented mastery over spiritual plants, elevating both his cultivation and his power.


    Yet after weeks of training, he had made no progress.


    "That¡¯s an answer you¡¯ll have to find on your own," Juyin said finally. "Rest. Try again in three days."


    With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Devor alone with his frustration.


    Devor exhaled slowly, flexing his fingers to assess his condition. Surprisingly, he wasn¡¯t injured¡ªif anything, the energy had purged lingering impurities from his body.


    Even failure has its benefits, it seems.


    Still, it wasn¡¯t enough.


    He needed control.


    With measured steps, he made his way back to his dwelling¡ªa humble hut with a meticulously cultivated 300-square-meter garden stretching out before it. This was his personal domain, his foundation.


    Right now, that foundation was being tested.


    Juyin¡¯s technique¡ªthe method of borrowing power from a Spiritual Tree¡ªwas unlike anything Devor had ever encountered.


    The Sect Master had once told him that Juyin¡¯s true strength didn¡¯t lie in martial prowess or sheer cultivation level. It lay in his understanding of poisons.


    Most cultivators sought to refine toxins within their own bodies, using specialized techniques to generate lethal venoms. But Juyin had pursued a different path.


    Instead of trying to force poison to manifest within himself, he had chosen to cultivate it externally.


    He found a Spiritual Tree¡ªone with natural toxic properties¡ªand spent years nurturing it, refining its poison to grow stronger. Then, through relentless experimentation, he developed a method to channel its venomous energy as his own.


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    A simple concept. A terrifying execution.


    Against all odds, he had succeeded.


    Now, Devor was attempting to replicate that success. But something wasn¡¯t working.


    "I¡¯ve copied his method," Devor muttered. "I¡¯ve followed the same energy flow. Even mimicked how he stores the Spiritual Tree¡¯s power within his body."


    His brows furrowed.


    "Could it be that Senior Juyin hasn¡¯t told me everything? Is there something he¡¯s keeping from me?"


    The thought nagged at him, but he shoved it aside.


    He needed answers. But first¡ªhe needed to check his progress.


    Devor took a deep breath.


    "Open Profile."


    A translucent screen materialized in his mind.


    [Name: Devor Li]


    [Gender: Male]


    [Age: 20/234]


    [Cultivation: Stage-2 Foundation Building Realm]


    [Spiritual Energy: 7546/7546]


    [Spiritual Root: Five-Color Root]


    [Knowledge: 187 Books]


    [Enlightenment Realm Points: 46/100 (to access)]


    [Abilities: Ultimate Synthesis, Spiritual Analyzer, Ultimate Comprehension (Lv3)]


    46 points.


    Nearly halfway there.


    A full year had passed since he first began collecting Enlightenment Realm Points, and in that time, he had gained just over twenty.


    Sharing knowledge with others accelerated the process.


    It was why he had asked to teach at the sect. Every time he passed down knowledge¡ªwhether through training disciples or exchanging insights with senior cultivators¡ªhis points increased.


    Yet, even with that knowledge, progress was slow.


    "I need to master Senior Juyin¡¯s technique before stepping into the Enlightenment Realm," Devor thought.


    The Enlightenment Realm was unlike other breakthroughs. It wasn¡¯t a simple increase in strength or energy¡ªit was an evolution of understanding.


    The Enlightenment Realm¡ªeven its name alone was enough to stir the dreams of cultivators. It was a place of boundless revelation, where a single moment of insight could completely transform one¡¯s path.


    The stronger the foundation, the greater the transformation.


    That was why Devor wasn¡¯t in a rush. The more knowledge and experience he accumulated before stepping into that threshold, the greater the benefits he would reap.


    But first¡ªhe had to solve the riddle of the Spiritual Tree¡¯s power.


    As he looked toward the violet-hued tree in the distance, a thought crept into his mind.


    What if he wasn¡¯t failing because of Juyin¡¯s method?


    What if he was failing because¡­ his body was different?


    The Five-Color Root. His Spiritual Root was unlike others. Could it be affecting how he absorbed the tree¡¯s energy?


    The possibility sent a ripple of unease through him.


    If that was true¡­ then no matter how hard he trained, Juyin¡¯s method alone would never be enough.


    And if that was the case¡ªhe needed to find his own path.


    The wind rustled through the garden, carrying the faint scent of spirit herbs. Devor exhaled.


    His journey was far from over.


    It was only just beginning.


    Devor stood at the edge of his meticulously cultivated garden, surveying the plants thriving within. A faint shimmer flickered along the outer boundary¡ªthe activation of the same formation he had used during the competition.


    This formation had originally belonged to Torni, a skilled array master. Devor had made a fair trade for the complete guide, despite Torni¡¯s lack of objections to giving it away freely.


    Favors were debts. Debts were burdens.


    Devor preferred clear transactions, ensuring he owed no one anything that could later be used against him.


    As he walked through the rows of spirit herbs, he activated Spiritual Analyzer in his mind.


    [Plant Name: Lightning Grass]


    [Quality: Earth Grade-B]


    [Status: Very Good]


    [Essence: 87/100]


    Devor¡¯s gaze sharpened.


    "Its Essence actually increased from 85 to 87 in just a week," he murmured, exhaling in relief.


    The numbers didn¡¯t lie.


    The Spiritual Analyzer was an invaluable tool, allowing him to gauge plants with absolute precision. It gave him a shortcut¡ªone that most alchemists and herbalists could only dream of.


    But knowledge alone wasn¡¯t enough.


    Synthesis was where the real challenge began.


    Synthesis required extracting a plant¡¯s Essence and fusing it with another¡ªbut the total had to equal exactly 100/100. Too much or too little, and the process would fail. Even when successful, the results could vary wildly. Some hybrids were potent and revolutionary; others were utterly useless.


    It was a process of trial, refinement, and endless patience.


    He had been working with Nyuru to develop elixirs that could artificially weaken a plant, forcing it to adapt and evolve. The theory was simple: introduce an opposing element¡ªlike feeding a fire-element plant a diluted water-element elixir¡ªand push the plant to strengthen itself through adversity.


    In practice, however, the results were unpredictable.


    "The elixirs work, but they¡¯re too general," Devor muttered. "Each plant reacts differently. We need to fine-tune the dosage¡ªmake each elixir tailored to a specific plant type."


    Taking out a small notebook, he flipped through his detailed cultivation logs. His notes on previous experiments filled entire pages, marking down changes in Essence, color variations, root structure development¡ªevery minute detail mattered.


    "If I can push every plant to Grade-A¡­ will the golden energy veil appear again?"


    His fingers tightened slightly around the notebook.


    The golden energy veil. The phenomenon he had witnessed during the competition. At first, he had assumed it was simply a manifestation of his Dao Embryo¡¯s power.


    But now¡­ doubts lingered.


    The competition¡¯s plants had all reached Grade-A. His current garden¡ªdespite being far more harmonized¡ªlacked that golden radiance.


    Was it really just his Dao Embryo¡¯s influence?


    Or was there another factor at play?


    "If I can recreate it¡­ I could sell portable gardens like this to other cultivators." His mind buzzed with possibilities.


    If successful, this could revolutionize spirit herb cultivation across the sect¡ªpossibly beyond it.


    But first, he had a long way to go.


    He scribbled a quick note in his journal: Update Nyuru on elixir potency and refinement process. Prioritize elemental resistance studies.


    With a sigh, he closed the book.


    Then his eyes landed on the next task in his schedule.


    Body Refining: 1 hour


    Sword Technique Practice: 1 hour


    "Body training, then sword practice," Devor muttered, wrinkling his nose. "Tsk, so annoying¡ªthis isn¡¯t nearly as fun as gardening."


    He grumbled out of habit, but he never skipped his training. He had been following this regimen for over a year now, and though he still complained, he had grown used to it.


    More than that¡ªhe had grown stronger.


    A year ago, he would have struggled against Outer Disciples. Now? He was confident he could defeat ten of his past selves¡ªeasily, and without relying on any tricks.


    He had never realized just how weak he had been until now.


    No wonder Yulin had always looked so frustrated whenever she scolded him.

 Chapter 71 - The Path of Ruin and Rebirth

    A month passed in the blink of an eye.


    With a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, Devor exhaled slowly, steadying himself as he gazed at the towering Venom Spiritual Tree before him.


    The tree¡¯s dark purple leaves shimmered with a toxic sheen, releasing a faint, almost hypnotic fragrance. Beneath its roots, the land was tainted¡ªa thin mist of corrosive energy rising from the soil like the breath of a slumbering beast.


    Behind him, a shadow flickered. Juyin had arrived, just as he always did¡ªsilent, efficient, and utterly detached.


    With practiced ease, the enigmatic figure placed his hand against Devor¡¯s back, sending a controlled pulse of Qi through his meridians. The lingering venom within Devor¡¯s system dissipated, neutralized in an instant.


    Then, without a word, Juyin vanished.


    Devor straightened his robes, wiping away the blood with the back of his sleeve, and turned away from the Venom Spiritual Tree. Another failure.


    By now, it had become a routine¡ªone he endured every three days without fail. And yet, no matter how many times he was repelled, poisoned, or drained of Qi, his resolve never wavered.


    If anything, failure only fueled his determination to succeed.


    Returning to his modest living quarters, Devor stepped onto the worn stone path leading to his 300-square-meter garden, now divided into three distinct sections by layered formation arrays.


    The once-pristine balance of his plants had changed¡ªa deliberate shift rather than a sign of neglect.


    If Yulin or any of the other disciples saw the current state of his garden, they would be alarmed. The once-perfect harmony of the spiritual plants had fractured, the delicate equilibrium disrupted.


    But Devor knew exactly what he was doing.


    This was an experiment. A necessary deviation from tradition.


    Stepping into the section where he cultivated fire-element Spiritual Plants, he immediately felt the difference. The air was thick with heat, the scent of charred earth mingling with the sharp tang of burning Qi.


    In this isolated plot, ten Fire-Element Spiritual Plants thrived, their auras burning brighter than usual. But there was a problem¡ªthe balance was off.


    Devor activated his Spiritual Analyzer, his gaze sweeping over the plants. A translucent system prompt appeared before him.


    [Condition: Very Good]


    Two plants Earth Grade-B


    Eight Planrs Yellow Grade-A


    By standard cultivation methods, this was a success. But Devor wasn¡¯t satisfied. His sharp instincts told him something was wrong.


    He crouched beside one of the Yellow-Grade plants, brushing his fingers against its leaves. Its fire-element absorption rate had dropped significantly.


    Pulling out his worn notebook, he jotted down his findings:


    "One Yellow-Grade plant has failed to achieve full resonance with the others after a week. Its leaves and stem appear healthy, but its fire-element absorption rate has weakened significantly. Possible cause: Fire Anchor plant is drawing too much essence, weakening it."


    He frowned. This wasn¡¯t just a minor setback¡ªit was a flaw in his experimental method.


    His goal had been to intentionally weaken the lower-grade plants to accelerate the development of the Earth-Grade ones. A controlled process of sacrifice.


    But if the deterioration was uneven, the resonance between the plants would collapse entirely.


    Closing his notebook, Devor rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.


    "I need a way to regulate the rate of decay. If I can control the process, I can turn sacrifice into structured enhancement."


    A rough idea began to take shape in his mind.


    He shifted into a cross-legged position, closed his eyes, and activated the system¡¯s Ultimate Synthesis ability.


    His consciousness drifted into the vast expanse of his sea of consciousness.


    Here, his spiritual form materialized, a near-transparent version of himself surrounded by a landscape of ever-shifting flora.


    With focused intent, he envisioned two powerful Sky-Grade Fire Plants¡ª


    Pyrestar Orchid ¨C A rare specimen known for its violent Qi surges.


    Flameheart Ivy ¨C A vine that absorbed fire energy at an extraordinary rate.


    A pulse of spiritual energy rippled through the air as the two plants materialized before him, positioned exactly two meters apart.


    The moment they appeared, their energies intertwined, forming a perfect resonance.


    Even before testing, he could feel the difference. The strength of Sky-Grade plants was on an entirely different level compared to their Earth-Grade counterparts.


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    Now came the real challenge.


    Devor conjured several Earth-Grade Fire Plants and arranged them between the two Sky-Grade specimens.


    The effect was immediate. The lower-grade plants eagerly absorbed the energy flooding between the Sky-Grade ones, growing rapidly¡ªbut at a cost.


    One by one, their vibrant leaves scorched black. The overwhelming energy was too much. They were withering faster than they could adapt.


    A system notification appeared in his mind.


    [Spiritual Energy: 7230/7764]


    Simulating plants within his sea of consciousness drained his personal energy¡ªbut this process was more than just trial and error. It was a form of cultivation in itself.


    Devor continued adjusting the arrangement, swapping out different Earth-Grade plants, altering distances, experimenting with the flow of energy.


    Each failure was another lesson. Each iteration brought him closer to perfection.


    He refined his requirements.


    The plants must survive at least a full minute in the simulation.


    Their resonance must remain stable throughout.


    Energy absorption must be uniform.


    Only by meeting these conditions could he safely apply the method to his real garden.


    Time passed unnoticed as Devor worked tirelessly within his spiritual domain.


    At some point, a realization struck him¡ªthis wasn¡¯t just about strengthening plants.


    This method could be applied to cultivators as well.


    What if he could refine a cultivation technique based on this same principle?


    A technique where cultivators deliberately allowed themselves to weaken in order to absorb and adapt to greater energies¡ªturning moments of vulnerability into explosive growth.


    A wild idea. But perhaps not impossible.


    Devor¡¯s lips curled into a rare smirk.


    For now, the garden was his test subject.


    But one day, this method might become the foundation of something far greater.


    ??????


    From a distance, the Sect Master of Azure Sky enjoyed a cup of spiritual tea, his gaze resting upon the garden below. Beside him, Juyin stood silently, his expression unreadable as always.


    They had come to check on Devor¡ªnot through direct interaction, but from afar, as silent observers.


    "That boy truly tore apart his entire method and started from scratch?" The Sect Master chuckled, swirling the tea in his cup.


    Below them, Devor moved among the plants, his fingers grazing the leaves of a newly cultivated Fire-Element crop. His once-harmonious garden had been completely transformed. The Sect Master could still recall how Devor had once preached the importance of balance in spiritual farming, teaching others that cultivating only a single elemental plant wasted a garden¡¯s potential.


    Back then, Devor had seen such methods as short-sighted¡ªmere surface-level understanding, unworthy of those who sought true mastery.


    And yet, the garden before them was completely unlike the one he had cultivated in the past.


    The Sect Master¡¯s smile deepened. "To create something new, sometimes we must first tear down what we have and begin again."


    His gaze lingered on Devor. "And that boy¡­ he is ruthless with himself. He willingly destroys everything just to build something better."


    Many cultivators understood this principle in theory, but few had the resolve to act on it. The deeper one delved into their craft, the harder it became to abandon old beliefs.


    Most people spent their lives reinforcing their convictions. Only a rare few dared to dismantle them.


    Juyin¡¯s voice was calm. "When I first saw him tear down his own garden, I thought he was acting out of frustration¡ªlashing out in anger. But the way he studied each plant, analyzing every shift in spiritual energy... it was clear he was searching for something."


    The Sect Master nodded. "The true path of mastery is paved with destruction. Those who refuse to let go of their past methods will never step into something greater."


    His gaze sharpened slightly. "Devor understands that. But that same trait might be what¡¯s holding him back."


    Juyin glanced at him. "You think his pride is an obstacle?"


    The Sect Master took a sip of his tea before responding. "Not pride in the traditional sense. Devor isn¡¯t arrogant, but he is deeply convinced of his own understanding. He learns quickly¡ªbut he only trusts knowledge he has proven for himself."


    Juyin remained silent for a moment, then nodded. "That might explain his struggles with the Spiritual Tree Bonding Method."


    The Sect Master raised an eyebrow. "Still no progress?"


    Juyin¡¯s voice grew heavier. "In the past four months, he has failed. Not once has he shown any signs of success."


    The Sect Master¡¯s eyes flickered with intrigue. "Why? Is there something wrong with his body? Is he simply incompatible with your method?"


    Juyin shook his head. "It¡¯s not a matter of compatibility. You know as well as I do¡ªmy method relies on forming a bond with a Spiritual Tree, allowing a cultivator to borrow its power as if it were an extension of themselves."


    The Sect Master nodded.


    "It should work for him. In fact, it should be perfect for him," Juyin continued. "His ability to understand Spiritual Plants is one of the highest I¡¯ve ever seen. And yet, every time the Spiritual Tree¡¯s power enters his body, it poisons him."


    "Because he hasn¡¯t formed a strong enough bond?" the Sect Master guessed.


    Juyin¡¯s expression darkened slightly. "No. Because he refuses to."


    The words lingered in the air.


    The Sect Master tapped his finger against his tea cup. "Explain."


    Juyin turned his gaze back toward Devor. "That boy is naturally gifted in nurturing Spiritual Plants. He doesn¡¯t just cultivate them¡ªhe understands them on a level that others never will."


    He sighed. "But that same talent has led him to develop an unconscious superiority. Not arrogance, not condescension¡ªbut a deep-seated belief that all the plants under his care exist because of him."


    The Sect Master¡¯s eyes sharpened slightly.


    "He sees himself as their creator," Juyin continued. "He guides them, strengthens them, reshapes them according to his will. And therein lies the problem¡ªhe does not see them as equals."


    The words struck with clarity.


    The Sect Master finally understood.


    "When a Spiritual Tree¡¯s power enters his body, it poisons him," Juyin repeated. "Not because the bond is weak¡ªbut because he cannot accept that a force of nature might stand on equal ground with him."


    Silence stretched between them.


    The Sect Master swirled his tea once more, his gaze contemplative. "I see¡­ So the problem isn¡¯t with the method. The problem is within Devor himself."


    Juyin nodded. "He cares for plants deeply, yes. But deep down, he sees them as his. Even in his experiments, he¡¯s trying to force them into a structure of his own design. Until he breaks past that mindset, he will never master the Spiritual Tree Bonding Method."


    The Sect Master exhaled softly. "Then there¡¯s no lesson we can teach him."


    Juyin crossed his arms. "No. This is something he has to learn on his own."


    Pride wasn¡¯t always about looking down on others. Sometimes, pride was simply an inability to let go of control.


    The Sect Master understood that well.


    "People like him¡­ they won¡¯t listen to words," Juyin said quietly. "No amount of wisdom or guidance will change him."


    The Sect Master chuckled. "Then there¡¯s only one thing left, isn¡¯t there?"


    Juyin smirked faintly. "Reality."


    Nothing shattered pride faster than facing a situation where everything one believed in failed them completely.


    And Devor¡­ sooner or later, he would have to confront that moment.


    The Sect Master gazed down at the young cultivator below, watching as Devor meticulously adjusted the spiritual formations surrounding his experimental plots.


    His movements were steady, his eyes filled with focus. He was making progress in his own way.


    But until he faced a truth beyond his control, he would never take the next step.


    The real trial had yet to come.


    And when it did¡­


    Would he break? Or would he grow?


    The Sect Master¡¯s lips curled into an unreadable smile.


    They would have their answer soon enough.

 Chapter 72 - The Balance Between Poison and Life"

    Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.


    Nearly five months had come and gone since Devor began training under Juyin''s guidance, yet his progress remained stagnant. Failure had become his daily routine, a familiar companion rather than a source of frustration.


    Yet, despite the repeated setbacks, Devor never once avoided the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    Every day¡ªwithout fail¡ªhe would visit it, sit beside it, and meditate. For half an hour, he remained in silent contemplation, absorbing the tree¡¯s presence, attempting to form a connection that, no matter how much time passed, never deepened.


    Still, he never once showed impatience.


    He carried himself with an air of calm, unbothered by his lack of results, as if he had all the time in the world. In fact, he seemed... almost relaxed.


    Juyin, watching from a distance, narrowed his eyes.


    Was Devor here to train¡­ or to take a vacation?


    Even stranger, he was putting more effort into his plant experiments than into his actual training.


    It was subtle at first, but as the weeks passed, Juyin noticed a pattern. Devor would fail in his training¡ªagain and again¡ªbut instead of dwelling on it, he would immediately return to his garden, throwing himself into his own research.


    His priority wasn¡¯t bonding with the Spiritual Tree.


    His priority was something else entirely.


    Juyin¡¯s lips curled in mild amusement. Even when stuck at a bottleneck, this boy refuses to be idle.


    But Devor¡¯s lack of urgency concerned him.


    So, by the following week, Juyin had made a decision.


    He called Devor over and finally revealed the key to his training.


    "You need to form a balanced, equal connection with the Spiritual Tree," Juyin said, his voice level. "Until you do, its energy will always reject you."


    Juyin¡¯s words made something click in Devor¡¯s mind.


    But even knowing the problem didn¡¯t mean he could solve it.


    On the surface, Devor was humble. He listened, learned, and never acted arrogantly toward others.


    But deep within his soul, there was pride¡ªburied so deeply he didn¡¯t even recognize it himself.


    That was the true reason behind his failures.


    The Sect Master and Juyin had both seen it, which was why neither of them had intervened earlier. This was something Devor needed to realize on his own.


    If someone simply handed him the answer, he would "know" it¡ªbut he wouldn¡¯t understand it.


    Another week slipped by.


    Another failure.


    Yet, Devor remained composed, unshaken. Instead of obsessing over his setbacks, he was more preoccupied with something else¡ªhis garden.


    Within a small patch of soil, ten Water Element plants stood tall, their leaves glistening with condensation as they absorbed the faint moisture in the air.


    Devor crouched beside them, his fingers lightly brushing the largest one.


    He didn¡¯t rely solely on his Spiritual Analyzer¡ªhe needed to observe with his own eyes.


    Numbers could only tell him so much. The true key to mastery lay in understanding what those numbers meant.


    His Spiritual Analyzer provided him with a simple output:


    [Essence : 96/100]


    An improvement from the 90/100 recorded last week.


    Devor let out a slow breath, satisfied with the progress.


    Reaching into his robes, he retrieved a small vial and uncorked it. A faint, icy mist drifted from the liquid inside.


    It was a specially crafted formula, meticulously prepared by Nyuru.


    Thanks to her help, Devor had avoided the need to dive too deeply into alchemy. She had already mastered that path¡ªher skill in crafting elemental elixirs far exceeded his own.


    As he gently poured the liquid onto the plant¡¯s roots, the results were immediate.


    The Water Element plant trembled slightly. Its vibrant blue hue dimmed, its energy flickering as the elixir forcefully weakened it.


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    A new system prompt appeared:


    [Essence : 87/100]


    Devor immediately stopped.


    ¡°Good. The process is working¡­ but it¡¯s still too slow.¡± He rubbed his chin in thought.


    This elixir was designed to temporarily weaken the plant¡¯s energy. The goal was simple:


    Lower its strength just enough so that it would absorb external energy more efficiently.


    Prevent it from maturing too quickly before its quality improved.


    Because in the end, it didn¡¯t matter if the plant reached Earth Grade-A¡ªif it matured too soon, it wouldn¡¯t serve his greater plan.


    Under normal conditions:


    A Yellow-Grade Plant reached harvest in two months.


    An Earth-Grade Plant required four.


    But the goal wasn¡¯t just to cultivate a stronger plant.


    The real goal was harmony.


    If he could perfectly balance the garden¡¯s elemental absorption rates, he could push the plants beyond their natural limits¡ªeven beyond Earth Grade.


    ¡°This elixir is just a step,¡± Devor muttered. ¡°Next, I need a way to slow growth while accelerating absorption.¡±


    Three extreme conditions needed to be controlled simultaneously¡ªa nearly impossible task.


    And yet, Devor had a theory.


    Sky-Grade Plants had the ability to absorb and balance multiple elemental energies, a trait that made them highly sought after. If he could replicate that property within his own garden¡­


    He could create something entirely new.


    But that led to a problem.


    Sky-Grade Plants were extremely rare.


    Heavenly-Grade Plants were even rarer.


    Recently, Devor had discovered something alarming¡ªHeavenly-Grade Plants didn¡¯t naturally exist in this world.


    They originated from the Immortal World.


    This meant that Sky-Grade Plants were the highest attainable quality within the Mortal Realm.


    Unless¡­


    Devor¡¯s mind raced with possibilities.


    Could it be possible to artificially create a Heavenly-Grade Plant?


    If so¡ªhow?


    And what would the consequences be?


    "What about poison?"


    A voice drifted through the air.


    Devor immediately straightened up, his body tensing slightly. Without warning, Juyin¡¯s figure materialized behind him, his presence as abrupt as ever.


    "Greetings, Senior." Devor bowed respectfully, hiding his surprise.


    Juyin gave a slight nod, his gaze sweeping over the garden. "If you want to weaken plants¡ªor any living thing¡ªpoison is the best tool for the job."


    Devor furrowed his brows. "Poison is too strong for plants. If used carelessly, it will kill them almost instantly."


    Juyin regarded him with mild amusement. "Tell me, how many types of poison do you think exist in this world?"


    Devor hesitated. He wasn¡¯t particularly knowledgeable about poisons¡ªhis understanding was basic at best. To him, their primary function was killing.


    "I''m not sure, Senior," Devor admitted. "But a good poison is one that can eliminate an enemy."


    Juyin let out a quiet chuckle. "Not entirely wrong," he said, "but too narrow."


    He stepped forward, his tone calm yet carrying an underlying weight. "Poisons can kill, yes. But that¡¯s just one of their many functions. There are countless types of poison¡ªeach designed for different effects."


    Devor remained silent, sensing that this lesson was more than it seemed.


    Juyin continued, "Some poisons paralyze the body. Others distort a person¡¯s perception of danger. Some poisons make their victims believe they are stronger than they actually are, leading them into reckless battles. Others instill a slow, creeping weakness¡ªone that cultivators don¡¯t even notice until it¡¯s too late."


    Devor¡¯s eyes widened slightly. That¡­ made sense.


    Poison wasn¡¯t just a tool for death¡ªit was a method of disruption, of control.


    Juyin¡¯s gaze darkened, his next words spoken almost too casually.


    "I once poisoned an enemy of mine."


    Devor instinctively stayed silent, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.


    "I didn¡¯t kill him immediately," Juyin continued. "I wanted to break him first."


    There was a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips¡ªa look of nostalgia.


    Devor resisted the urge to step back. Poison Masters truly were terrifying.


    Juyin¡¯s voice remained calm. "First, I gave him a weak poison¡ªjust enough to dull his sense of danger. I let it sit in his system for six months, slowing his cultivation and gradually eroding his body¡¯s natural resilience."


    Devor clenched his fists. Six months¡­


    "He never noticed," Juyin added with amusement. "Even when he did, it was too late. He sought out Medical Masters, alchemists¡­ but I had already prepared for that. Every cure they gave him contained a little more poison."


    A quiet chill ran through Devor¡¯s veins.


    "A year later, his body had deteriorated beyond recovery. That¡¯s when I gave him my final dose."


    Juyin studied Devor¡¯s reaction, as if gauging whether he truly understood.


    "He didn¡¯t die quickly," Juyin continued. "The final poison kept him alive¡ªfor over a decade. He couldn¡¯t move. He couldn¡¯t cultivate. He was nothing more than a conscious corpse."


    The weight of those words settled heavily in the air.


    Devor swallowed. A fate worse than death.


    Juyin¡¯s gaze was unwavering. "If I can do this to a cultivator¡­ why not apply the same logic to a Spiritual Plant?"


    Devor¡¯s breath caught. Wait.


    Juyin tilted his head slightly. "Wouldn¡¯t that get you the results you need?"


    The realization struck like lightning.


    He had been limiting himself.


    Up until now, he had been focused on alchemy-based elixirs¡ªbut poison could act as a precise counterbalance. Instead of merely weakening a plant, he could use it to adjust its growth patterns.


    Devor hesitated, his mind racing. "But poison and elixirs don¡¯t mix. The poison would cancel out the effects of the elixir."


    "Exactly," Juyin confirmed. "Which is why you don¡¯t mix them. You use poison to suppress a plant¡¯s growth after applying an elixir. That way, you delay its harvest while maintaining its increasing quality."


    Devor¡¯s eyes lit up.


    That¡ª That was something he could work with!


    "Senior, how do I create such a poison?" he asked eagerly.


    Juyin shrugged. "I wouldn¡¯t know."


    Devor blinked. "...Huh?"


    "I specialize in poisons for humans," Juyin clarified. "But Spiritual Plants? Their structure is different. If you used a poison meant for cultivators on a plant, the results would likely be disastrous."


    Devor exhaled. That makes sense.


    Who would even bother creating poisons for plants? Most cultivators only cared about killing their enemies, not developing customized toxins for agriculture.


    Juyin observed him thoughtfully. "If you want to pursue this path, you have two options¡ªseek out a Poison Master who studies plant-based toxins¡­ or harness the power of the Spiritual Tree."


    Devor frowned. "Harness its power?"


    "The Spiritual Tree¡¯s energy isn¡¯t traditional poison," Juyin explained. "It¡¯s the very essence of decay and transformation. If you learn to refine it using poison techniques, you could create entirely new toxins¡ªones that don¡¯t exist in any known alchemy records."


    Devor''s pulse quickened.


    A completely untapped field of research¡­ one that could revolutionize cultivation techniques.


    But also¡­ one that could be highly dangerous.


    His methods were already unconventional. If he started developing plant-based poisons, what would that make him?


    A pioneer?


    Or a threat?


    Juyin seemed to sense his thoughts. "That¡¯s all for today," he said. Then, just as suddenly as he appeared, he vanished.


    Yet, his words lingered.


    Devor turned toward the towering Venom Spiritual Tree.


    If he could harness its essence¡­


    If he could master this balance between poison and life¡­


    It would change everything.

 Chapter 73 - The First Step Toward Creation

    A week passed.


    Devor wasn¡¯t just failing anymore¡ªhe was learning from his failures.


    Each attempt to bond with the Venom Spiritual Tree brought new insights. He had begun to analyze his mistakes, observe the smallest details, and rethink his entire approach.


    And after a full week of focused observation, he finally noticed something strange.


    It wasn¡¯t that the bond wasn¡¯t forming¡ªit was that the tree itself was actively rejecting him.


    Every time he attempted to sync his energy with the tree¡¯s, a subtle resistance pushed back against him. The result was the same each time: the tree''s venomous aura poisoned him, forcing him to stop.


    Seated cross-legged near the Venom Spiritual Tree, Devor gazed at its dark purple leaves, tracing the intricate, deep-purple streaks running along its trunk.


    Juyin had told him that this was the weakest of all the poisonous Spiritual Trees in his domain¡ªstrong enough to train with, but not enough to truly endanger him.


    Then why couldn¡¯t he form a stable bond with it?


    "I¡¯ve followed everything Senior Juyin told me to do," Devor muttered, frustration creeping into his voice. "By now, I should have at least formed some kind of connection."


    Slowly, he stood and stepped closer to the tree¡¯s trunk.


    Spiritual Trees were unlike normal plants.


    They weren¡¯t just alive¡ªthey were aware. They possessed a passive sentience, capable of recognizing allies, defending themselves, and¡ªmost importantly¡ªchoosing who could wield their power.


    When Devor first approached this tree months ago, it had resisted him immediately, releasing a barrier of poisonous mist to ward him off.


    But now, he could walk right up to it.


    He could even touch the bark.


    That alone meant he had made progress. He was no longer a stranger in the tree¡¯s eyes.


    Lifting his hand, Devor pressed his palm against the rough bark and sent out a controlled pulse of energy.


    A moment later, the tree responded.


    A faint ripple of venomous Qi flowed into his hand, a delicate, almost hesitant exchange.


    This was the basic greeting technique Juyin had taught him.


    And yet, it felt¡­ incomplete.


    The energy exchange worked, meaning his connection wasn¡¯t entirely severed. But for some reason, he still couldn¡¯t fully merge his energy with the tree¡¯s.


    ¡°This doesn¡¯t make sense... Is my body just incompatible with this tree?¡±


    It was possible.


    But if that were true, Juyin would have stopped him by now.


    Devor exhaled slowly. There was something he was missing.


    Without another word, he turned and walked back to his small wooden cabin.


    From a distance, Juyin watched silently.


    He let out a quiet sigh but chose not to interfere.


    This was how Devor had always grown¡ªtrial and error.


    Letting him struggle and take a few wrong turns wouldn¡¯t hurt him. In fact, it would only make him stronger.


    ??????


    In the following days, Devor threw himself into research.


    Using his Ultimate Synthesis ability, he scoured through every book, every scrap of information he had gathered about Spiritual Trees.


    But there was a problem.


    He couldn¡¯t simulate the Venom Spiritual Tree inside his sea of consciousness.


    If he could, it would save him weeks¡ªmaybe even months¡ªof time.


    Instead, he had to piece together knowledge manually.


    After extensive searching, he stumbled upon an ancient alchemy book that contained information about Venom Spiritual Trees.


    He began experimenting, applying Spiritual Plant cultivation techniques to nurture the tree, hoping it would naturally deepen their bond.


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    Yet, even after several days of effort, nothing changed.


    Opening his eyes, he exhaled sharply, feeling the creeping weight of frustration settle over him.


    "If only I could use my own methods in Ultimate Synthesis¡­"


    The thought came and went in an instant¡ª


    And then, he froze.


    Wait.


    Why couldn¡¯t he?


    More importantly¡ªwhy hadn¡¯t he ever tried?


    He had encountered this problem before. His Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique never appeared in his system¡¯s knowledge database.


    Why?


    Devor¡¯s brows furrowed deeply. "Is it because the things I create aren¡¯t structured enough for the system to recognize them?"


    He had never considered this before.


    Slowly, he pulled up his system profile.


    A long list of categorized books stretched before him, each neatly stored based on content, origin, and discipline.


    Then it hit him.


    "Books¡­ that¡¯s it!"


    Every piece of knowledge he had gained came from books.


    Even if different texts contained slightly altered versions of the same techniques, the system categorized them based on structured, written knowledge.


    That was the common link.


    If something wasn¡¯t recorded in a structured format¡­ the system wouldn¡¯t recognize it.


    Which meant¡ª


    "I need to write my knowledge down in a book before Ultimate Synthesis will accept it."


    The realization sent a shock through his mind.


    This changes everything.


    If this worked, he wouldn¡¯t have to search for books anymore.


    He could create his own.


    He could pour all of his knowledge into a structured format, shaping it into something uniquely his¡ªsomething he could fully comprehend and control.


    And if Ultimate Synthesis recognized it¡­


    Then he could take his research to an entirely new level.


    For the first time in days, a slow, determined grin spread across Devor¡¯s face.


    "Looks like I have some writing to do."


    With his new idea burning in his mind, Devor quickly penned a letter to Yulin, requesting blank paper and ink so he could begin writing his book.


    Rather than using a Communication Token, he opted for a more traditional method. Tokens were limited, each containing only enough spiritual energy for a few minutes of voice transmission. Unless it was an emergency, cultivators rarely wasted them.


    Instead, Devor pulled out a small silver whistle and blew a soft note.


    A moment later, a messenger bird landed near him, its sharp eyes gleaming with intelligence. Fast and agile, these birds were trained to deliver messages at remarkable speeds, unaffected by harsh terrain or long distances.


    Carefully tying the letter to its leg, Devor whispered, "Take this to Yulin at Azure Sky Sect."


    With a flick of its wings, the bird soared into the sky, vanishing into the horizon.


    Now, all that was left to do was wait.


    ??????


    On the third day, the messenger bird returned.


    It landed gracefully beside him, carrying a small pouch tied securely around its leg. Devor untied it and found a Spatial Ring inside¡ªalong with a letter from Yulin.


    Activating the ring, he scanned its contents.


    Inside, stacks of high-quality paper and several bottles of ink were neatly arranged. Alongside them were a few unexpected items¡ªrefined Elixirs and Cultivation Pills, carefully selected to match his body¡¯s needs.


    Yulin, as always, had gone above and beyond his request.


    Smiling slightly, he unfolded her letter and skimmed its contents.


    [You never ask for things like this. Are you planning to become an author now? Let me know if you need anything else. Take care.]


    He chuckled. "An author, huh?"


    Tucking the letter away, Devor turned back toward his cabin, ready to begin.


    Inside his modest wooden cabin, Devor placed the materials on his desk. He dipped a feather quill into the ink, staring at the blank sheet of paper before him.


    He had never written a book before¡ªnot in this life, nor in his previous one.


    But by following the structure of existing texts, he believed he could manage.


    And so, he began.


    At first, the words came slowly, his hand unsteady. But as the hours passed, his thoughts became sharper, his ideas clearer.


    The more he wrote, the more his understanding deepened.


    It was an unexpected realization¡ªone he hadn¡¯t considered before.


    Writing wasn¡¯t just recording knowledge. It was refining it.


    Through writing, he forced himself to explain concepts concisely, to question his own methods, to see flaws in his reasoning.


    And in doing so, his comprehension of cultivation evolved.


    From a distance, Juyin watched in silence.


    Writing for a day or two was normal. But by the fourth day, Devor was still at it, and the pile of written pages kept growing.


    More importantly, he had noticeably cut back on his usual training.


    He still maintained the core practices essential to his cultivation, but his focus had shifted.


    This wasn¡¯t just some passing distraction.


    This was something deeper.


    Juyin¡¯s sharp eyes narrowed slightly.


    "What exactly is he trying to accomplish?"


    Still, he chose not to interfere.


    By the time Devor finally set down his quill, the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over his garden.


    He exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair.


    Before him, an entire book lay completed.


    It was far from perfect, but it contained everything he had learned¡ªeverything that had shaped his cultivation up to this point.


    He stared at the coverless manuscript for a long moment before murmuring, "A book needs a title, doesn¡¯t it?"


    His fingers tapped against the wooden desk in thought.


    "This book holds all my insights¡ªall the knowledge I¡¯ve gained so far. I can¡¯t just give it some random name."


    Normally, he didn¡¯t care much about naming things.


    But this book¡­ This was different.


    This wasn¡¯t just a technique.


    This wasn¡¯t just a collection of methods.


    It was a foundation¡ªone that defined his entire approach to cultivation.


    A philosophy.


    His mind drifted back to his work in the garden¡ªhis experiments, his pursuit of harmony among Spiritual Plants.


    "The chances of different Spiritual Plants forming a natural harmony are incredibly small," he murmured.


    His eyes glinted with realization.


    "This¡­ this is an art. A form of cultivation I¡¯ve created with my own hands."


    He wasn¡¯t just following pre-existing methods.


    He was bringing something new into the world.


    A small smile played at his lips as he whispered:


    "I¡¯ll call it¡­ The Art of Creation."


    At that exact moment¡ª


    High above in the sky, a faint golden light shimmered.


    It was subtle. Too subtle for the naked eye to detect.


    And yet¡ªit happened.


    An almost imperceptible ripple spread outward, disappearing before anyone could sense it.


    Not even Devor noticed.


    But if anyone with a high enough cultivation realm had been watching, they would have seen something shocking¡ª


    A fragment of Heavenly Dao briefly acknowledging his work.


    With steady hands, Devor dipped his quill one last time and wrote the title on the first page.


    ¡ªThe Art of Creation¡ª


    The moment he finished, he sat back, a strange sense of completion settling over him.


    He had no way of knowing it yet¡ª


    But this was the first step toward a cultivation path that had never existed before.

 Chapter 74 - The Path of Synthesis

    After finishing his book, Devor eagerly opened his system menu. Searching for: The Art of Creation¡­


    Nothing.


    The title wasn¡¯t there.


    His brows furrowed. "Why isn¡¯t it showing up?"


    His system had always categorized books automatically after he read them. But for some reason, The Art of Creation wasn¡¯t being registered.


    Was it because he wrote it himself?


    A thought struck him. "Maybe I need to read it again for the system to process it."


    He already knew the book¡¯s contents, but perhaps the system had a different method for archiving knowledge.


    There was only one way to find out.


    Taking a deep breath, he sat down and began reading his manuscript from the beginning.


    Unlike the excitement of writing, reading his own words felt strangely dull.


    Each line was familiar. He had written these very thoughts, structured every argument, and laid out every method with his own hands.


    Yet, as he progressed through the pages, he noticed something¡­ odd.


    Some sections felt weaker than he remembered. Certain explanations seemed too vague, while others were overly detailed.


    More than once, he caught flaws in his logic¡ªareas where his reasoning, while sound, lacked the refinement he usually demanded.


    By the time he reached the final page, night had already fallen.


    Devor closed the manuscript, exhaled slowly, and checked his system again.


    Nothing.


    The Art of Creation still wasn¡¯t there.


    His fingers tightened around the loose pages in his hands.


    "Is the system rejecting knowledge I¡¯ve written myself?"


    The thought was troubling.


    His Ultimate Synthesis Ability relied on recorded knowledge. If the system refused to acknowledge self-created content, then anything he personally developed would remain unusable within the system.


    He could still rely on his own understanding, but the lack of system integration meant he wouldn¡¯t be able to synthesize improvements or combine it with other techniques.


    "Did I do something wrong with this book?"


    At first glance, there was no difference between his manuscript and the books he had read before.


    Except¡­


    It wasn¡¯t bound.


    His gaze flickered toward the stack of loose pages.


    Every book he had studied through the system had been a complete volume¡ªstructured, compiled, and published.


    "Could it be that the system only recognizes official, published works?"


    That¡­ made sense.


    But there was something else.


    Every book he had read before had already been read by others.


    He frowned. Does the system require public acknowledgment for a book to exist within it?


    The idea sounded absurd at first, but the more he thought about it, the more logical it seemed.


    Knowledge, in cultivation, wasn¡¯t just about understanding¡ªit was about recognition, legacy, and transmission.


    For something to be considered true knowledge, it had to be accepted, read, and acknowledged by others.


    Which meant¡ª


    "I need someone else to read this book before the system will register it?"


    Devor leaned back, staring at the unfinished manuscript in his hands.


    He had already poured weeks of effort into writing it.


    "Keeping it to myself won¡¯t do any good."


    Besides, his insights into Spiritual Plant harmony and cultivation could be valuable to the entire sect.


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    And if his theory was right, then publishing the book might not only allow the system to register it¡ªit could also elevate his status within Azure Sky Sect.


    His mind made up, he reached for his Sect Master¡¯s Communication Token.


    Channeling his Qi into it, he recorded a message:


    "Sect Master, I have completed a manuscript compiling my research and cultivation insights. I would like to submit it to the sect for formal review and potential publication."


    Five minutes later, a response arrived.


    The Sect Master¡¯s voice, deep and composed, echoed from the token:


    "Send it to me. We will evaluate its contents. If the knowledge is valuable, it cannot be freely distributed. It will be classified based on its importance and shared accordingly."


    Devor exhaled. As expected.


    The sect didn¡¯t allow unrestricted circulation of high-value cultivation knowledge. If his book was deemed too advanced, it would likely be restricted to inner disciples¡ªor even kept as a Core Sect secret.


    That meant he wouldn¡¯t be able to control who learned from it.


    But¡­


    "If this knowledge is truly valuable, then it deserves to be preserved properly."


    With that thought, he retrieved his silver whistle and summoned a messenger bird.


    Carefully, he tied the manuscript and a letter explaining his work to the bird¡¯s leg.


    "Take this to the Sect Master," he instructed.


    With a soft cry, the bird flapped its wings and soared into the night sky, disappearing into the distance.


    It was done.


    ??????


    A week later, Devor¡¯s Sect Master¡¯s Communication Token vibrated.


    He activated it, and the familiar voice of the Sect Master of Azure Sky came through:


    "Your book has been evaluated. Its contents are valuable enough to be split into three separate volumes."


    Devor blinked. Three volumes?


    "The original version can still exist as a complete book," the Sect Master continued, "but we will also divide it into sections to make the knowledge more accessible. Each volume will be available to sect disciples for a price¡ªusing Contribution Points to borrow and read."


    The Sect Master paused, then added, "You will receive a share of the earnings."


    Devor¡¯s eyes flickered with understanding. A passive income source.


    The sect was a vast institution, and its disciples constantly sought ways to improve their cultivation. If his book proved useful, then it would continue earning him a steady stream of resources for years to come.


    This wasn¡¯t just an achievement¡ªit was leverage.


    Without hesitation, he agreed, leaving the rest in the sect¡¯s hands.


    After ending his conversation with the Sect Master, Devor turned his attention back to his garden experiment.


    He was currently carving a formation into the soil, marking precise rune sequences around a small section of land.


    "I never expected writing to spark so many new ideas," he murmured.


    Ultimate Synthesis had proven incredibly flexible.


    It allowed him to merge Cultivation Techniques with Spiritual Plant Knowledge, or even create entirely new hybrids.


    For the past week, he had been testing this theory, refining his approach. Ultimate Synthesis played a crucial role, but success still depended on his personal insight and execution.


    "Knowledge alone isn¡¯t enough. I need real-world application."


    He straightened, staring at the intricate array forming beneath his feet.


    This time, his focus wasn¡¯t on cultivation techniques.


    Right now, he wasn¡¯t interested in creating a new method for himself.


    Instead, his goal was to develop a Formation Array that could maximize the potential of each Spiritual Plant.


    "If I push this far enough," Devor muttered, "I could even create a cultivation technique tailored to specific Spiritual Plants."


    The implications were staggering.


    A cultivation method that allowed someone to directly harmonize with plants, enhancing their growth, guiding their elemental development¡­


    Or even controlling them at will.


    He tapped his finger against his chin, deep in thought.


    This concept had never been explored in traditional cultivation.


    Most Spiritual Farmers viewed their plants as resources¡ªvaluable, but ultimately passive.


    But if plants could be integrated into cultivation techniques¡­


    If he could create a method where cultivators grew stronger alongside their plants¡­


    That would change everything.


    But there was a problem.


    Focusing on a single plant type was too limiting.


    A true Spiritual Farmer needed to cultivate hundreds, if not thousands, of plant species with equal skill.


    Mastering just one type would be considered a failure.


    Devor sighed. "I need a broader solution."


    He crouched and placed a Fire-Element Spiritual Plant in the center of his formation.


    As soon as it settled into the soil, the array activated.


    A pulse of energy rippled outward, drawing in surrounding spiritual energy and refining it into pure fire-element essence.


    The plant¡¯s leaves quivered with life, absorbing the enhanced fire Qi at an accelerated pace.


    For the first few minutes, it flourished.


    Its color deepened, its energy surged¡ªit was working.


    Then, suddenly¡ª


    Flames erupted from the plant.


    In an instant, it ignited, consuming itself in its own excess energy.


    Within seconds, it was reduced to ash.


    Devor exhaled slowly, unshaken by the failure. "Too much energy is just as bad as not enough."


    He crouched beside the charred remains, running his fingers through the scorched soil.


    "The formation enhances elemental absorption, but it lacks regulation."


    The plant had burned itself out because it couldn¡¯t control its own intake.


    He frowned. "Maybe I need to introduce other plants to help stabilize the absorption process..."


    This time, he brought in two more fire-element plants.


    The moment the formation activated, all two plants absorbed fire energy simultaneously.


    For the first minute, everything seemed stable.


    Then¡ª


    One plant began to dominate.


    It greedily absorbed energy, siphoning more and more¡ªuntil the weakest plant collapsed, drained completely.


    Another failure.


    Devor¡¯s expression remained calm.


    He had anticipated this.


    This was why cultivators rarely mixed different plant species together.


    Even among the same element, there were hierarchies¡ªsome plants naturally consumed more than others.


    The formation, in its current state, wasn¡¯t regulating balance.


    "It¡¯s not just about boosting elemental intake," he noted in his journal. "I need to ensure energy stability within the array."


    He tucked his notebook into his collar, exhaling slowly.


    "Alchemy, Array Formations, Poisons¡­"


    His voice was quiet, but his thoughts burned with excitement.


    "How many other disciplines could I integrate into the path of a Spiritual Farmer?"


    The realization sent a thrill through him.


    This was why traditional cultivation methods felt limiting.


    They treated farming, alchemy, formations, and poison as separate arts¡ªas if they couldn¡¯t coexist.


    But what if they weren¡¯t separate at all?


    What if true mastery lay in combining them all?


    What if a Spiritual Farmer could be more than just a cultivator who grew plants?


    What if they could shape them? Control them? Engineer them?


    What if a Spiritual Farmer could surpass even an Alchemist, blending poisons, concoctions, and growth acceleration in ways that no one had ever imagined?


    Devor¡¯s fingers clenched into fists.


    "If I harness the strengths of multiple disciplines¡­ just how far can I push this path?"


    A new goal began forming in his mind.


    This wasn¡¯t just farming.


    This was cultivation itself.

 Chapter 75 - A New Path in Cultivation

    The following week, Devor was completely absorbed in experimenting with Formation Arrays for his garden.


    The moment his manuscript left his hands, his focus had shifted¡ªhe wasn¡¯t one to sit idly and wait.


    Juyin, watching from a distance, let out a quiet sigh.


    At first, he had assumed that Devor was finally giving more attention to the Venom Spiritual Tree¡ªthe very thing he had struggled to bond with for months.


    But instead, his focus had returned to his garden.


    It was understandable.


    Devor¡¯s methods were something only he could comprehend.


    With his unique system, his cultivation approach was beyond the understanding of ordinary cultivators. Even within the Azure Sky Sect, even among the most skilled Alchemists and Array Masters, no one approached Spiritual Plants like he did.


    Juyin had come to accept that.


    And so, he simply observed.


    Most Formation Masters followed rigid structures.


    Formations were typically crafted as perfect circles, squares, or symmetrical shapes¡ªdesigned with balance and precision in mind.


    But Devor had long since abandoned that thinking.


    "A formation doesn¡¯t need to follow predefined rules," he murmured.


    "As long as I control the energy flow, I can shape it however I want."


    And so, he created something far more intricate.


    A large outer circle, with a smaller, nested circle inside.


    As the formation activated, a ten-meter-wide energy barrier materialized, forming a circular boundary around his plants.


    At the center, a smaller energy barrier took shape, glowing faintly with condensed spiritual energy.


    Devor¡¯s eyes gleamed.


    "Success."


    "The core area of this formation is where the Spiritual Plant¡¯s quality will be enhanced," he said aloud, analyzing his work.


    "Beyond the core, Yellow-Grade and Earth-Grade plants will act as an energy supply, feeding power into the main plant."


    It was a layered system.


    The weaker plants would act as a foundation, providing continuous energy to strengthen the central plant, accelerating its refinement process.


    And this time, he wasn¡¯t just using Fire-Element plants.


    Instead, he had incorporated:


    Earth-Element plants for stability.


    Lightning-Element plants for power amplification.


    "Fire and lightning will amplify the energy output, while earth will stabilize the fusion of the two."


    He crouched, adjusting the positioning of one of the outer plants.


    "Even if fire and lightning aren¡¯t a perfect match for the main plant, the result depends on how the plant refines the energy.


    "It can either absorb lightning and retain only the fire¡­ or allow both to merge, creating something entirely new."


    Whatever transformation occurred, Devor wasn¡¯t concerned.


    All that mattered was that the plant evolved beyond Earth-Grade, meeting the system¡¯s threshold for true refinement.


    Devor¡¯s fingers rested on his chin as a thought surfaced.


    "Can an Earth-Grade plant evolve into Sky-Grade?"


    It was a simple question.


    But if the answer was yes¡ªthen it meant something groundbreaking.


    After all, when a Yellow-Grade plant advanced to Earth-Grade, it became fundamentally different.


    It didn¡¯t just grow stronger¡ªit developed unique properties, entirely distinct from lower-grade plants.


    So if an Earth-Grade plant could undergo another qualitative transformation¡­


    "Wouldn¡¯t that be the same as Synthesis?"


    His heart pounded slightly at the realization.


    "I might be able to force a natural evolution."


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    He stepped into the formation¡¯s core, carrying a specially formulated liquid that Nyuru had prepared.


    Carefully, he poured it over the main plant.


    Immediately, the plant¡¯s essence ignited.


    Its leaves darkened, its stem weakened¡ªas if it were wilting under stress.


    But Devor remained calm.


    This was expected.


    Without hesitation, he poured a second liquid¡ªone designed to increase the plant¡¯s appetite.


    The moment the mixture seeped into its roots, the plant trembled.


    Then, as if responding to an insatiable hunger, it began rapidly absorbing energy from the surrounding plants.


    A faint buzzing sound filled the air as the outer plants responded, their own energies resonating in harmony.


    "Good¡­ it''s stabilizing."


    But he wasn¡¯t done yet.


    After waiting exactly one minute, Devor poured the third and final liquid¡ªone meant to suppress the plant¡¯s growth.


    The results were immediate.


    The plant continued to devour energy.


    Its essence density increased drastically.


    But its physical body remained unchanged.


    This was the key.


    It was growing stronger without growing larger.


    This idea hadn¡¯t come from nowhere.


    Devor had discussed his concept with Nyuru, using Juyin¡¯s teachings as a foundation.


    Juyin had once explained how poison could weaken a body over time without outright killing the target¡ªallowing for greater control and manipulation.


    In theory, the same logic could be applied to Spiritual Plants.


    And Nyuru had agreed.


    In fact, she had found the idea fascinating.


    "Your logic makes sense," she had told him. "But standard poisons won¡¯t be enough. You need something precise. Something that can weaken a plant¡¯s natural defenses without killing it outright."


    She was right.


    And that was where Juyin¡¯s method came in.


    The most effective way to achieve this result would be to extract venom essence directly from the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    Unlike regular poisons, the tree¡¯s venom essence wasn¡¯t just lethal¡ªit contained complex properties that could be refined for entirely new effects.


    "Creating poison isn¡¯t simple," Nyuru had added. "It requires blending multiple herbs and plants inside a cauldron¡ªcountless trials to get the perfect formula."


    "But if you use the Venom Spiritual Tree¡­ you can craft exactly what you need."


    That was what Devor was working toward now.


    Devor stood, staring at the thriving plant at the center of the array.


    It had consumed an immense amount of energy, yet its form remained controlled, refined.


    This¡­ was only the beginning.


    "If I refine this process further¡­"


    "If I combine poison, formations, and plant cultivation into one seamless method¡­"


    His grip on his notebook tightened.


    "Alchemy, Arrays, Poisons¡­ How many other professions can I integrate into the path of a Spiritual Farmer?"


    A slow grin spread across his face.


    "If I break down every limitation¡­ how far can I go?"


    After observing the array¡¯s effects for a full half-hour, Devor confirmed that everything remained stable, with no visible flaws.


    The energy distribution remained consistent, and the plants within the array adapted well to the controlled energy absorption.


    "The process is working."


    But it wasn¡¯t perfect yet.


    "I need to repeat this process every three days," he murmured to himself.


    Too much weakening, and the plant would collapse before it could refine the energy. Too little, and it would fail to evolve.


    This was a delicate balance.


    Satisfied with his observations, Devor returned to his hut, intending to rest.


    As his thoughts drifted, considering potential refinements to the formation, a system notification suddenly appeared before his eyes.


    A flash of golden light illuminated his vision.


    [The Art of Creation Path has entered the Cultivation World.]


    Devor shot upright.


    "What¡ª?"


    Before he could react, a second notification appeared.


    [The Art of Creation has been stored in the system database. The Host can now integrate its knowledge into the Ultimate Synthesis ability.]


    A moment of silence.


    Then¡ª


    [The Art of Creation is the Host¡¯s Dao Embryo. The more people who study it, the stronger the Dao Embryo becomes.]


    [For every hundred people who read and apply its methods, the Host will receive one Enlightenment Realm Point.]


    [For every individual who fully masters it, the Host will receive ten Enlightenment Realm Points.]


    Devor¡¯s breath caught.


    His mind raced as the weight of this revelation sank in.


    "The Art of Creation¡­ is my Dao Embryo?"


    The implications were staggering.


    Cultivators spent decades¡ªcenturies¡ªsearching for ways to refine their Dao.


    Most pursued enlightenment through meditation, battle, or trial and error.


    But Devor?


    He could cultivate simply by teaching others.


    His eyes flickered with realization.


    "Many great cultivators and sect masters wrote books and passed down techniques."


    "Maybe it wasn¡¯t just for the sake of their disciples. Maybe¡­ they were strengthening their own Dao through others."


    Was this why ancient sects hoarded techniques, restricting access to only their most loyal disciples?


    If a Dao could be cultivated through knowledge¡­


    Then those who shaped the world through their teachings could reach heights beyond imagination.


    And now, he had stepped onto that path.


    A slow smile crept across Devor¡¯s lips.


    "This changes everything."


    Unable to contain his excitement, Devor sat cross-legged and activated Ultimate Synthesis, diving into his consciousness.


    He selected:


    The Art of Creation


    The Spiritual Tree Book


    Various books on Spiritual Plants and Array Formations


    His goal was simple¡ªto use the harmonization methods of Spiritual Plants to enhance the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    As soon as he entered his inner world, six orbs of energy materialized before him.


    One golden-purple, radiating a subtle divine aura.


    The other deep-blue, pulsing with a dark, refined energy.


    Devor instinctively knew what they represented.


    The golden-purple orb was The Art of Creation¡ªhis Dao Embryo.


    As streams of knowledge flowed between them, The Art of Creation reacted first.


    Unlike before¡ªwhere Devor had to painstakingly analyze every relationship between Spiritual Plants and experiment countless times to confirm his theories¡ª


    Now, the answers came instantly.


    It was like his mind had unlocked a hidden language within the Dao itself.


    Instead of generating one solution, as Ultimate Synthesis had done in the past¡ª


    It gave him four at once.


    1. Poison Element Formation


    The primary energy source for the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    Strengthens its natural toxic essence, allowing it to develop more potent abilities.


    2. Dark Element Formation


    A supplementary energy source, like an exquisite side dish enhancing the tree¡¯s poison-based cultivation.


    Deepens the tree¡¯s sentience, potentially increasing its awareness.


    3. Water Element Formation


    Regulates the Poison and Dark elements, preventing an imbalance.


    Strengthens the tree¡¯s roots, trunk, and leaves, ensuring longevity and stability.


    4. Earth Element Formation


    Enhances root development, making the tree sturdier and more resilient.


    Accelerates the tree¡¯s natural growth cycle without forcing artificial maturation.


    Devor opened his eyes.


    For a moment, he simply sat there, absorbing everything.


    Then, a slow exhale.


    "This is it."


    Everything finally made sense.


    The Art of Creation wasn¡¯t just a book¡ªit was a foundation upon which he could build an entirely new cultivation method.


    And if more people studied it, his Dao Embryo would continue to grow stronger.


    His grip tightened.


    This was no longer just an experiment.


    This was a path¡ªone that had never existed before.


    And he was going to walk it to the end.

 Chapter 76 - The Path of Growth

    The addition of The Art of Creation to the system database had fundamentally changed everything.


    For the first time, Devor had tangible proof that his path was more than just a personal cultivation method¡ªit was something that could spread, something that could shape the world if cultivated properly.


    But as thrilling as the discovery was, it also left him with questions.


    "Just how far can this enhancement go?"


    Could it be applied beyond Spiritual Farming?


    Could it improve cultivation techniques? Could it influence alchemy?


    "If the energy of my garden can affect Spiritual Plants¡­ could it also elevate the quality of pills refined within its space?"


    The thought excited him, but he forced himself to set it aside.


    There were still more immediate priorities.


    The Venom Spiritual Tree.


    His bond with it remained weak, and despite obtaining a blueprint through Ultimate Synthesis, he needed time to carefully select the right plants that would establish a true harmony around it.


    It was not enough to rely on theory alone.


    Devor examined the proposed formation again, committing it to memory.


    According to Ultimate Synthesis, the best approach required that:


    The four elements must remain pure for optimal results.


    The Poison, Dark, Earth, and Water energy sources must remain distinct and unmodified.


    But was that truly the best way?


    "When the Venom Spiritual Tree absorbs these elements, will they simply merge¡­ or will they create something entirely new¡ªsomething stronger?"


    That was the real question.


    Devor had long since learned not to trust the system blindly.


    Ultimate Synthesis was invaluable, but it only provided answers based on existing knowledge. It didn¡¯t predict breakthroughs. It didn¡¯t innovate.


    That was his job.


    So instead of following the blueprint exactly, he would experiment.


    The garden would be divided into sectors, each representing a different energy type.


    But within those sectors¡­ he would test variations.


    For example:


    Fire energy itself had different qualities¡ªsome burned aggressively, while others provided slow, controlled heat.


    Water energy could nourish, erode, or enhance growth, depending on its purity and flow rate.


    Instead of maintaining strictly pure elements, he would try blending slight variations within the same elemental category¡ªlike a form of Synthesis, but applied to spiritual energy itself.


    It would be a long, complex experiment, requiring countless adjustments.


    But Devor wasn¡¯t worried.


    Even if it took him the rest of his time here, he would succeed.


    After several days of analysis, Devor finally made his selections.


    He opened his notebook and carefully wrote out a detailed list¡ªan extensive request for specific seedlings of Poison, Dark, Earth, and Water elements.


    Some were common within Azure Sky Sect.


    But others?


    Even core disciples would struggle to obtain them.


    Devor scanned the lengthy list before letting out a small sigh.


    "A Communication Token won¡¯t be enough to transmit all of this."


    Instead, he reached for his whistle and summoned a messenger bird.


    The sleek, black-feathered creature landed before him, eyes sharp and intelligent.


    Carefully, he tied the letter to its leg and whispered, "Take this to the Sect Master."


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    With a soft cry, the bird took off, vanishing into the sky.


    With that task completed, Devor allowed himself a brief moment of relaxation.


    But only a moment.


    His thirst for knowledge burned just as fiercely as ever.


    "I need to meet with Senior Juyin."


    Despite all his research, there were still too many unknowns about poison arts and the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    And that was his own fault.


    Juyin had never withheld knowledge. He had always been watching, waiting.


    Yet Devor had never taken the initiative to seek him out directly.


    Realization settled in.


    "The fault isn¡¯t with Senior Juyin¡ªit¡¯s with me."


    Cultivation was about pursuing the Dao, but he had been waiting for knowledge to come to him.


    If he ever became a teacher himself, he would take the same approach Juyin had¡ªonly teaching those who actively sought wisdom.


    "I''ve been too arrogant."


    He had acknowledged this flaw before, back when he had been punished at Beastbound Hollow.


    But recognizing a weakness wasn¡¯t the same as overcoming it.


    His arrogance was woven into his very bones¡ªa pride in his intelligence, a belief that his methods were always correct until proven otherwise.


    He let out a quiet sigh.


    Changing oneself was never easy.


    But this¡ªseeking guidance when needed¡ªwas at least a step forward.


    Without wasting any more time, he left for Senior Juyin¡¯s residence.


    Devor drew his flying sword and stepped onto it, his movements fluid and precise as he soared into the sky.


    Only cultivators at the Foundation Building stage or those with equivalent power could control a flying sword.


    Yet in less than three days, he had already grasped the basics¡ªa testament to both his talent and Yulin¡¯s expert guidance.


    Had he been learning alone, he estimated it would have taken over a month just to hover without losing balance.


    But Yulin had a keen eye for correcting flaws in his control, making his progression remarkably fast.


    After five minutes of effortless flight, he descended near a beautifully crafted house, seamlessly integrated with the lush natural surroundings.


    This was Juyin¡¯s residence.


    The courtyard was quiet.


    A small hut rested in the shade, where Juyin sat cross-legged in meditation.


    Behind the house, an imposing tree towered over the landscape.


    At first glance, its bright green leaves looked fresh and vibrant¡ªordinary, even.


    But Devor knew better.


    This was no ordinary tree.


    This was a Spiritual Tree, and more than that, it was venomous.


    Devor¡¯s gaze lingered on the tree¡¯s unassuming appearance.


    "A poisonous Spiritual Tree that looks so harmless¡­ How terrifying must its true toxic power be?"


    Even without actively releasing its energy, the tree exuded an invisible authority¡ªa silent warning to anything foolish enough to approach.


    He moved carefully, stopping exactly ten meters outside Juyin¡¯s home.


    Then, clasping his hands respectfully, he spoke in a calm, humble tone: ¡°Greetings, Senior Juyin. Junior Devor Li has come to seek your guidance.¡±


    Silence.


    Juyin remained still, his meditation unbroken.


    Devor did not waver.


    Without hesitation, he sat down, folding his legs, and waited patiently.


    This was the proper etiquette of the cultivation world.


    A weaker cultivator seeking wisdom did not rush a master.


    There were stories of disciples waiting years just to be acknowledged by a powerful senior.


    Compared to that, he had no complaints.


    After exactly one hour, a voice resonated in his mind.


    "Stand and come before me."


    Devor rose immediately, offering another respectful bow before stepping forward.


    As he approached the hut, stopping precisely five meters away, Juyin opened his eyes.


    His gaze was steady, unreadable, as he regarded Devor. "What do you wish to ask?"


    His tone was calm, though there was a subtle trace of surprise.


    The Sect Master of Azure Sky had already introduced Devor to him, making it clear¡ª


    This was not someone who sought guidance lightly.


    Juyin had initially found that arrogant, but he had also understood it well.


    Many genius cultivators shared this trait.


    Even he had once walked the same path.


    Devor bowed again before speaking. ¡°Junior wishes to request permission to plant herbs around the Venom Spiritual Tree.¡±


    Juyin¡¯s expression remained neutral. ¡°What is your reasoning?¡±


    ¡°I believe this method will strengthen my connection with the Spiritual Tree,¡± Devor explained. ¡°By planting compatible herbs, I can nourish it with natural energy instead of direct supplements.¡±


    Juyin studied him for a long moment. ¡°If any harm comes to the tree, you will take full responsibility for the loss.¡±


    Devor nodded without hesitation. ¡°I agree.¡±


    He had already calculated the risks. With his current resources, he was confident he could compensate for any damage if something went wrong.


    Juyin finally nodded.


    ¡°Very well, I permit it.¡± Juyin¡¯s gaze remained on Devor, assessing him. ¡°Is there anything else?¡±


    Devor inclined his head slightly.


    ¡°Junior also wishes to study Poison Arts under Senior¡¯s guidance. Additionally, I want to understand what kind of nourishment the Venom Spiritual Tree prefers. Does it thrive on dense, dark poison energy? Or does it favor something more refined and delicate?¡±


    Juyin said nothing.


    Instead, with a flick of his fingers, a small vial materialized from his spatial ring.


    He tossed it toward Devor, who caught it effortlessly.


    Inside, a thick, inky-black liquid swirled ominously.


    ¡°I use a specially formulated elixir,¡± Juyin said. ¡°Providing sustenance to a living entity like the Spiritual Tree is the most efficient way to deepen your bond with it. Direct elixirs ensure rapid absorption.¡±


    Devor¡¯s fingers tightened around the vial as he studied the liquid.


    His method¡ªusing surrounding plants to feed the tree gradually¡ªlacked this immediate effectiveness.


    Devor lifted his gaze, his expression steady with conviction. "Junior believes the natural way is better, Senior."


    Juyin raised an eyebrow.


    Devor continued. "It¡¯s like raising a tiger. You can either feed it prepared meat¡­ or let it hunt live prey, allowing it to sharpen its instincts.¡±


    Juyin¡¯s interest piqued.


    Devor was suggesting that forcing the tree to interact with its environment would result in a stronger, more adaptable existence.


    Devor inhaled slowly before speaking again. ¡°Of course, my method isn¡¯t a perfect comparison. But over time, the Spiritual Tree won¡¯t become passive¡ªrelying solely on being fed. Instead, it will develop a sense of awareness, choosing what to absorb and rejecting what it doesn¡¯t.¡±


    For the briefest moment, a faint smile crossed Juyin¡¯s lips¡ªthough Devor failed to notice.


    "That¡¯s why, even if it takes longer, I firmly believe the tree will grow more independent and resilient.


    It won¡¯t be easily poisoned or manipulated by others. It will learn to protect itself."


    Juyin studied him in silence.


    His expression remained unreadable, but inwardly, he let out a quiet sigh.


    This young cultivator¡­


    Most sought immediate power.


    They sought efficiency, shortcuts, and rapid breakthroughs.


    But Devor¡¯s approach was different.


    He was willing to endure the long path.


    If he continued walking this road¡­


    Juyin was genuinely curious.


    Just what kind of change would this boy bring to the cultivation world?

 Chapter 77 - Forging a Singular Path

    The following week, Devor was completely absorbed in his new schedule.


    Each morning, he met with Juyin, immersing himself in the art of poison and deepening his understanding of his Spiritual Tree¡¯s nature.


    By midday, he returned to his residence, where he devoted himself to formation experimentation, seeking new ways to enhance the quality of his plants.


    His days were structured, intense, and relentless¡ªexactly the way he wanted them.


    However, one problem remained unresolved.


    Despite his rapid progress, the materials he had requested had yet to arrive.


    The Sect Master had informed him that gathering everything would take at least a month.


    Every plant seed Devor requested was rare¡ªsome were so uncommon that even the Azure Sky Sect¡¯s vast resources struggled to procure them in large quantities.


    Furthermore, Devor had asked for a substantial supply, anticipating that many would be sacrificed in his experiments.


    And while the sect provided resources, there were limits.


    A fixed allocation was distributed each month and year.


    The quantity fluctuated depending on the sect¡¯s financial and political situation.


    Because of this, Devor never relied solely on sect resources.


    He supplemented his needs with his own wealth, ensuring that he was never entirely dependent on external funding.


    His training under Juyin progressed quickly¡ªunsurprising, considering he was learning directly from a master in the field.


    But what intrigued Devor the most was the overlap between poison mastery and medical arts.


    Both disciplines revolved around understanding the body¡¯s vital points¡ªsmall, precise areas that could disrupt the body¡¯s balance if manipulated correctly.


    The difference?


    Medical Masters healed these points, enhancing recovery and vitality.


    Poison Masters targeted them to weaken or kill an opponent as swiftly as possible.


    The realization made Devor uneasy.


    "A Poison Master and a Medical Master¡­ aren¡¯t they essentially the same? The only difference is how they apply their knowledge."


    It reminded him of the relationship between Spiritual Farming and Alchemy.


    Two disciplines that seemed entirely separate but, at their core, followed the same fundamental principles¡ªonly in opposite directions.


    Still, despite learning poison arts, Devor had no intention of creating poisons just yet.


    He lacked the necessary foundation to craft them properly, and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally poison himself in the process.


    For now, he stored this knowledge away, knowing that one day, it would be invaluable.


    By the second week, Devor stood in the middle of his garden, gazing at the energy formation encircling a small patch of plants.


    He crouched down, activating his Spiritual Analyzer to inspect the plants at the core of the formation.


    A glowing interface appeared before his eyes.


    [ Plant Name: Ignis Blossom ]


    [ Quality: Earth Grade-A ]


    [ Status: Excellent ]


    [ Essence: 98/100 ]


    Devor¡¯s breath hitched.


    His fire-element plant had reached Earth Grade-A in less than a month!


    But what truly stunned him was the status rating.


    "Excellent."


    Until now, he had believed that "Very Good" was the highest quality ranking a plant could achieve.


    "Could there be even higher ranks beyond Excellent?" His heart pounded as he realized the implications.


    Had he stumbled upon a hidden tier of quality?


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    Was it possible that plants could surpass even Earth Grade-A¡ªreaching an entirely new level that cultivators had never considered?


    A grin spread across Devor¡¯s face.


    "I did it!" He clenched his fists, excitement radiating through him. "One fire-element plant down. Now I need to improve the others before I can start experimenting with high-level garden harmony!"


    For thirty full seconds, he allowed himself to bask in the satisfaction of his success.


    Then, as quickly as the emotion came, his mind was already racing ahead¡ªplanning for the next phase.


    "Once I¡¯ve cultivated more Earth Grade-A plants, I¡¯ll need to reorganize the garden." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "One fire-element plant isn¡¯t enough. I need at least six different types with varying energy levels¡­ Then I can mix and match combinations until I achieve true energy harmony!"


    His current achievement was impressive.


    But this was just the beginning.


    For most cultivators, this level of experimentation would be overwhelming¡ªthe sheer complexity of energy balance, plant synchronization, and formation techniques would be too much to handle.


    But for Devor?


    He relished every step of the journey.


    He was not a cultivator who sought shortcuts.


    He was not someone satisfied with surface-level knowledge.


    If he had to spend years refining this method, he would do it without hesitation.


    Because once he perfected it¡ª


    It would change everything.


    Stepping into the formation, Devor approached the Ignis Blossom at its center.


    With practiced movements, he pulled out a small vial filled with deep blue liquid and carefully poured a few drops onto the plant¡¯s leaves.


    The effect was immediate.


    The Ignis Blossom froze in place, its fiery aura subdued as if trapped in ice.


    Devor nodded slightly.


    "Perfect."


    He crouched down, carefully digging into the soil, ensuring the roots remained intact before separating the plant from the garden bed.


    "There¡¯s still a month and a half before harvest," he murmured to himself. "This should be enough for the first stage of the new harmony experiment."


    Reaching into his storage, Devor retrieved a special black pouch he had prepared in advance.


    Unlike ordinary storage bags, this one was infused with a preservation formation¡ªcapable of keeping plants in a frozen state, preventing decay while maintaining their vitality.


    A forced hibernation method.


    This technique had been developed in ancient times, when cultivators exploring the wild would come across rare plants not yet mature.


    Instead of leaving them behind, they sealed them in preservation pouches, ensuring they could be relocated and cultivated in a safer environment.


    It was also the same method used to store rare seeds, keeping them fresh for extended periods before planting.


    After storing the Ignis Blossom, Devor turned his attention to the intricate Rune formations he had painstakingly carved into the soil.


    Etched into the ground was a complex network of Rune markings, forming a central circle with thin lines extending outward, linking the surrounding plants to the main formation.


    Each marking was deliberately placed¡ªnot merely decorative, but a functional connection.


    "This entire setup is based on energy transfer." Devor had been gradually weaving these Rune pathways¡ªestablishing a method that would allow weaker plants to funnel their surplus energy into a stronger one.


    With careful balance, he could accelerate the growth cycle of a primary plant while maintaining the overall harmony of the garden.


    But this method had limitations.


    ¡°It works,¡± Devor sighed, running a hand through his hair. ¡°But at this rate, I can only carve about a centimeter per day.¡±


    Using Rune etchings to extend a plant¡¯s perception was an innovative approach, but it had to be done slowly to fully integrate with the plant¡¯s natural essence.


    If he rushed the process, the plant wouldn¡¯t recognize the Rune connection, and the entire method would fail.


    Additionally¡ª


    The process was single-use. If the plant died or was harvested, the entire Rune network would be lost, requiring him to start over from scratch.


    If he extended the Rune pathways too quickly, the plants would reject the formation, causing an imbalance in energy flow.


    "Everything in nature takes time," he murmured. "Trying to force it will only ruin the results."


    After one last check, he stepped out of the formation, leaving the plants to continue their slow transformation.


    However, the sacrificial plants¡ªthose that had donated their energy¡ªwere visibly weakened, their quality dropping far below their original state.


    A necessary cost.


    Back in his hut, Devor opened his status screen.


    Most of it remained unchanged, but one major difference stood out.


    [ Ultimate Comprehension (Lv4) ]


    His Ultimate Comprehension had leveled up.


    It had happened a few days ago, during one of his intense research and experimentation sessions.


    Devor narrowed his eyes.


    "When I reached the Foundation Building Realm, Ultimate Comprehension was the only ability that didn¡¯t change."


    That meant something.


    Unlike his other system functions, which evolved alongside his cultivation progress, this one had remained separate.


    "Does that mean this ability wasn¡¯t granted by the system¡ªbut is actually something that belongs to me?


    "And the system is merely displaying my natural growth?"


    That¡­ would explain why he never felt an immediate transformation when it leveled up.


    There were no sudden bursts of power, no dramatic revelations.


    Instead, it was subtle¡ªa shift in perspective, an increase in mental clarity and depth of thought.


    And when he looked back at his past self, the difference was undeniable.


    His understanding had deepened.


    His ability to analyze and process information had improved.


    His thoughts had grown sharper.


    It wasn¡¯t that the system had granted him new power¡ªit was merely confirming his progress.


    Devor¡¯s eyes flickered with thought.


    "The system isn¡¯t entirely passive. It¡¯s aware of my cultivation path."


    It didn¡¯t simply reward random abilities¡ªit adapted to his choices.


    "If I reach Core Formation by mastering poison arts, then the system will likely reward me with something related to poisons."


    If he focused on Alchemy, the system would shift toward alchemy-based enhancements.


    It was malleable, shaping itself according to his cultivation focus.


    A double-edged sword.


    Devor clenched his fists. "If the system adapts to my cultivation path, then I have to be extremely careful about how I grow."


    It was tempting to spread his enhancements across multiple disciplines¡ªAlchemy, Arrays, Combat Techniques, Poison Arts, Spiritual Farming.


    But cultivation took time.


    Each new realm required years, sometimes decades of effort.


    Spreading himself too thin would only result in a jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none situation.


    He had two choices:


    Option 1: Diversify his cultivation, gaining a wide array of knowledge, but risk weakening his system¡¯s focus.


    Option 2: Refine his cultivation into a single, specialized path, allowing his system to develop into something truly formidable.


    The choice was clear.


    Instead of creating hundreds of scattered, weak branches¡ª


    He would forge those branches into a single, unyielding spear.


    A weapon sharp enough to pierce through anything in his path.

 Chapter 78 - The Seed of Harmony

    Two weeks later, everything Devor had requested had finally arrived.


    Rows of neatly stacked boxes and vials sat in his storage ring, filled with rare seeds, specialized elixirs, and enriched Spiritual Soil¡ªeach carefully prepared to support his upcoming experiment.


    Now, at last, he was ready to begin feeding the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    With a steady breath, he made his way toward the towering tree, its vibrant purple leaves concealing its true toxic nature.


    Surrounding the tree were four unactivated Rune formations, each positioned strategically to enhance the absorption process.


    But before activating them, there was one crucial step left¡ªestablishing the first garden, which would serve as the tree¡¯s primary nourishment source.


    Devor arrived at the section of his garden designated for Poison-element plants, where he had already outlined the formation¡¯s structure.


    The first step was to prepare the soil.


    With careful precision, he spread Spiritual Soil infused with Poison Essence, shaping it into a rectangular garden plot¡ªfive meters wide, ten meters long.


    This wasn¡¯t just ordinary gardening¡ªthis was the foundation for a highly specialized energy network, where each plant would serve as a living conduit, reinforcing the strength of the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    After an hour of meticulous preparation, he began the planting process.


    One by one, Devor dug small holes, no more than a few centimeters deep¡ªeach precisely measured to accommodate the seeds he had chosen for this experiment.


    This time, he used a combination of Earth-Grade and Yellow-Grade seeds, selecting those with unique properties to maximize their nourishing effects.


    But Poison-element plants alone weren¡¯t enough.


    To achieve true balance, he needed to integrate the Five Fundamental Elements¡ª


    Water, to regulate the intensity of Poison Essence.


    Fire, to ignite the plant¡¯s inner properties and catalyze refinement.


    Earth, to stabilize the foundation and enhance root strength.


    Wind, to allow flexibility in energy absorption.


    Metal, to reinforce the durability of the plant¡¯s structure.


    Each of these elemental plants carried hidden toxic properties, allowing them to resonate with the surrounding Poison plants without disrupting the overall energy balance.


    Devor placed the Water, Earth, Wind, and Metal plants at the four corners of the garden, forming a stabilizing perimeter.


    At the center, he planted the Fire-element plant¡ªthe core catalyst that would stimulate the growth and refinement of Poison energy.


    With the seeds in place, Devor retrieved a vial of Blue Star Elixir¡ªa rare liquid known to accelerate plant growth without compromising energy stability.


    He uncorked the vial and carefully dripped the liquid over the soil.


    Instantly, the earth trembled slightly as tiny green shoots sprouted, each only a few centimeters tall.


    Even in their infancy, the plants were already absorbing and refining the surrounding energy, syncing with one another to establish an early-stage harmony.


    Devor took a step back, silently observing the process unfold.


    "The first step is complete."


    Now, he needed to monitor the plants¡¯ interactions, making fine adjustments where necessary to ensure a perfect energy flow.


    Standing at the edge of the garden, Devor activated his Spiritual Analyzer, allowing him to see the energy currents weaving between the plants.


    To the untrained eye, the garden looked stable, thriving as intended.


    But Devor¡¯s vision pierced deeper, revealing small irregularities within the energy flow.


    Some energy streams were too weak, while others were failing to reach their intended targets.


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    Even with the system¡¯s assistance, this part of the process relied entirely on his skill.


    "The system helps establish the foundation," he muttered to himself. "But fine-tuning the energy pathways¡ªthat''s my responsibility."


    He picked up his notebook, rapidly jotting down observations, sketching small diagrams of the energy distortions he noticed.


    Each note contained a precise correction¡ªwhere to shift a plant, which formations needed strengthening, and how much energy adjustment was required.


    "Adjusting the Poison plants is easy enough¡­ but the five elemental plants need a delicate touch."


    To get this balance right, he had to personally intervene.


    Devor stepped into the garden, preparing to make the necessary refinements.


    He extended his hand toward one of the seemingly healthy plants, channeling his Spiritual Essence into it.


    A golden stream of energy flowed from his palm, enveloping the plant in a gentle glow.


    This was the Spiritual Farmer¡¯s Technique¡ªan advanced cultivation method used to stabilize and enhance weaker plants, guiding them to their optimal growth state.


    Immediately, the plant trembled slightly, its energy signature synchronizing with the surrounding plants.


    The moment the adjustment was made, the energy flow across the entire garden became noticeably smoother, more refined.


    Devor let out a quiet breath. "One plant down¡­ many more to go."


    With each refined adjustment, the garden¡¯s harmony would grow stronger.


    And once this process was perfected, the Venom Spiritual Tree would absorb energy more efficiently than ever before.


    This was only Phase One.


    Devor moved on to the next plant, but this one was different.


    Unlike the others, its energy flow was unnaturally strong and fast¡ªtoo strong, in fact.


    And that was precisely the problem.


    "Don¡¯t dominate the others too much¡ªit¡¯s not good for balance," Devor muttered, letting out a small sigh.


    He extended his Spiritual Essence, letting it flow gently around the overactive plant.


    Then, from his storage ring, he retrieved a small vial of Elixir¡ªa specially formulated mixture designed to weaken excessive energy output without harming the plant.


    Carefully, he poured a few drops onto the tiny sprout¡¯s leaves.


    The result was instantaneous.


    The plant¡¯s energy fluctuations slowed, its previously overwhelming presence now dimming to a manageable level.


    But timing was everything.


    If he left it weakened for too long, the plant could fall behind in development, disrupting the delicate balance he was trying to achieve.


    Devor acted quickly, making subtle adjustments, carefully guiding its energy flow until it harmonized with the rest of the garden.


    When he was finally satisfied, a small smile formed on his lips.


    "It¡¯s almost like taming a spirited beast," he mused.


    One by one, he tended to each plant, refining and strengthening them.


    But cultivation was never straightforward¡ªas he perfected one plant, others that had been stable earlier now fell out of sync with the newly balanced ones.


    Which meant he had to go back and fine-tune them again.


    It was an endless cycle¡ªsmall changes rippling across the system, forcing him to adapt and adjust with each new variable introduced.


    Time slipped away.


    An entire hour passed before Devor finally stepped back, his forehead damp with sweat.


    He had nearly exhausted his Spiritual Essence.


    Stepping out of the garden¡¯s formation, he took a moment to observe his work.


    The energy flow had vastly improved¡ªthough not yet perfect, it was stable enough that it wouldn¡¯t cause further disruptions.


    With a nod of approval, he turned away and headed back to his hut to recover.


    Restoring Spiritual Essence wasn¡¯t as simple as replenishing ordinary Spiritual Energy¡ªnot at his current level, at least.


    Even with his enhanced recovery rate, it would still take six full hours before he could replenish what he had spent.


    So he did the only thing he could¡ªhe sat cross-legged and entered a meditative trance, drawing upon the energy of the surrounding environment to gradually restore himself.


    By the time the sun dipped lower in the sky, Devor had recovered enough to continue his work.


    Stepping back into his garden, he scanned the area.


    At first glance, everything appeared the same¡ªno drastic changes, no unexpected deviations.


    But there was something else.


    Something¡­ subtle.


    As he stood there, he could feel it¡ªan invisible pressure, faint but unmistakable.


    His gaze shifted toward the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    It stood there, silent as always¡­ yet somehow, it seemed different.


    Almost as if it was waiting.


    Expecting something.


    "Like a creature waiting to be fed," Devor thought, his eyes narrowing slightly.


    It wasn¡¯t just absorbing energy anymore¡ªit was actively responding to his cultivation method.


    The realization sent a small thrill through him.


    Devor turned his attention back to the garden.


    From here on, he wouldn¡¯t need to make drastic changes¡ªhe had done enough refinement for now.


    What was left was simply time.


    He had to let the plants grow naturally, allowing them to fully synchronize before making any further adjustments.


    Still, he couldn¡¯t help but be amazed at how quickly he had achieved this result.


    "In the past, this would¡¯ve taken me months using conventional methods," he murmured, a flicker of emotion in his eyes. "And now, I¡¯ve done it in just a few days."


    His techniques had been strong even a year ago.


    But after months of relentless training, learning from masters, and refining his own methods, his progress had become unquestionable.


    Then, an intriguing thought crossed his mind.


    This method¡ªbalancing elemental energies, refining them into a perfect harmony¡ª


    Wasn¡¯t it¡­ the same principle behind the Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique?


    That technique required five elemental plants to create a specific harmony within his body, refining energy through a process of controlled synchronization.


    What he was doing with the Venom Spiritual Tree was exactly the same¡ªbut on a larger scale.


    He wasn¡¯t just feeding the tree.


    He was teaching it how to cultivate.


    A slow smile spread across his lips.


    "If this works with the Venom Spiritual Tree," Devor murmured, "then what happens if I expand the concept further?"


    Could he use an even greater variety of elemental plants to refine his own cultivation?


    Was it possible to push past the limits of conventional cultivation techniques and develop something entirely new?


    A system where plants weren¡¯t just resources¡ªthey were partners in cultivation?


    A technique that didn¡¯t just borrow energy from nature, but became one with it?


    Excitement surged through him.


    This wasn¡¯t just about gaining power.


    This was about uncovering mysteries, seeking knowledge, and refining the very path of cultivation itself.


    It was¡­ pure cultivation in its truest form.


    And he had only just begun.

 Chapter 79 - Bond Beyond Cultivation

    Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.


    The Venom Spiritual Tree towered over twelve meters high, its deep-purple leaves trembling in the morning breeze.


    At its base, a specialized garden lay enclosed within a protective formation, trapping its energy inside.


    This was Devor¡¯s poison plant garden, nearly complete. Only once it met his exacting standards would he allow it to begin feeding the tree¡¯s growth.


    But for now, the morning was crisp, and his focus was elsewhere.


    Not far from the Venom Spiritual Tree, Devor practiced his sword movements.


    Bare-chested, his breath steady, he swung his sword through the air¡ªnot using strength, not channeling energy¡ªonly pure control.


    Slash ~ Slash ~


    His swordplay was smooth and precise, flowing like a stream of water, guided by instinct rather than power.


    Each movement blended seamlessly with the air around him, forming an elegant, natural rhythm.


    As he moved, a purple leaf detached from the Venom Spiritual Tree, drifting lazily toward him.


    A faint smile played on Devor¡¯s lips.


    With a flick of his sword, he struck at the leaf.


    Slash ~


    Yet his blade never harmed it.


    Instead, the leaf barely shifted, untouched by the edge¡ªas though his strike had passed beside it.


    Rather than cutting, Devor had redirected the force of his swing to create a gentle breeze, guiding the falling leaf exactly where he wanted it to go.


    His movements continued, weaving through the air like a dance, his strikes swirling the wind around the leaf, directing it without a single tear.


    Step by step, he retreated, carrying the leaf along without ever touching it directly.


    Minutes passed, then an hour.


    When he finally stopped, he let the leaf drift gently onto a pile of others that had already fallen.


    Seventeen leaves lay together.


    "You did great! Seventeen leaves in an hour today!" Devor said, satisfaction lacing his voice.


    The Venom Spiritual Tree¡¯s leaves trembled slightly, as if responding to him.


    "Want to keep going?" Devor asked, exhaling lightly as he felt his rhythm slipping. "One shake for yes, two for no¡ªsame as before."


    The tree¡¯s leaves shuddered twice.


    It had reached its limit for now.


    "Good job. You¡¯ve worked hard today. Thanks for keeping me company." Devor smiled.


    He sheathed his sword, stretching his body before sitting down against the tree¡¯s massive trunk.


    As he rested, he opened his palm¡ªa faint wisp of purple energy flickered to life in his hand.


    He stared at it, deep in thought. "I haven¡¯t even fed it yet, but my connection with it has already deepened this much¡­"


    The Venom Seal within his soul had formed¡ªallowing him to borrow power from the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    But¡­


    It was barely anything.


    A frown creased Devor¡¯s forehead.


    According to Juyin¡¯s teachings, once the Venom Seal was established, he should have been able to draw at least as much power as a Qi Refining cultivator¡¯s Spiritual Essence.


    Yet what he could access was pitiful¡ªso little that he doubted he could even poison a tiny insect.


    "Looks like my body is holding me back again." Devor let out a slow sigh, resigned to the reality of his own physical limitations.


    Had Juyin known what Devor was thinking right now, he would have likely struggled to keep a straight face.


    Because the truth was¡ª


    The fact that Devor had even formed the Venom Seal in his current condition was already a miracle.


    For a Venom Seal to take shape, the cultivator and the Spiritual Tree had to share a bond of mutual trust and balance.


    Juyin had spent years nurturing his trees like his own children, cultivating their energy and forming deep bonds of mutual respect just to earn the right to draw from their power.


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    But Devor?


    He had barely even started feeding the tree.


    And yet, the Venom Spiritual Tree had already acknowledged him.


    That alone was unprecedented.


    The secret lay in how Devor approached cultivation itself.


    Unlike others who treated Spiritual Trees as mere resources, Devor had built a true bond with his.


    Where others saw a tool, he saw a partner.


    Where others sought to take, he sought to nurture.


    And the Venom Spiritual Tree had recognized that difference.


    It had deemed Devor worthy, placing him slightly above itself, allowing the Venom Seal to take hold.


    Even though his body wasn¡¯t prepared and his energy wasn¡¯t strong enough, the connection had already been formed¡ªsomething that, according to Juyin¡¯s understanding of the technique, should have been impossible.


    Juyin had fully expected Devor to fail.


    Yet here he was.


    And he had done it effortlessly.


    As Devor watched the flickering wisp of purple energy in his palm, his resolve hardened.


    "The Venom Spiritual Tree has already accepted me."


    "Now I just need to catch up."


    This wasn¡¯t a matter of technique anymore.


    It was a matter of foundation.


    He had to strengthen himself until he could fully wield the Venom Spiritual Tree¡¯s energy without restriction.


    And more than that¡ª


    He had to see how far this connection could go.


    If a Venom Seal could be formed this early, then what would happen when he truly completed the feeding process?


    Would he be able to hear the tree¡¯s voice?


    Would it become something more than just a source of energy?


    The possibilities thrilled him.


    "I¡¯m not just feeding the tree."


    "I¡¯m cultivating alongside it."


    "We¡¯re growing together."


    A small grin touched Devor¡¯s lips.


    Ever since Devor realized that his approach was teaching the Venom Spiritual Tree how to cultivate, he had made an even greater effort to communicate with it.


    Most cultivators saw Spiritual Trees as mere resources¡ªancient entities to be nurtured and harvested.


    But Devor?


    He treated the Venom Spiritual Tree as a true living being.


    Fortunately, Juyin had already taught the tree human language, saving Devor the trouble of doing it himself.


    Now, each day, Devor shared his ideas with the tree, explaining his plans to build four separate gardens, each infused with a different elemental energy.


    The Poison Garden¡ªto reinforce its natural venomous properties.


    The Dark Garden¡ªto strengthen its roots and sharpen its connection to the shadows.


    The Earth Garden¡ªto solidify its foundation, fortifying its durability.


    The Water Garden¡ªto refine and regulate the flow of all the energies combined.


    And, most importantly¡ª


    He asked the Venom Spiritual Tree for feedback.


    "Tell me if anything feels off."


    If the tree found the balance unsettling or the energy unstable, he wanted to adjust the method before proceeding any further.


    This wasn¡¯t just about nourishing the tree¡ª


    It was about achieving a perfect fusion of the four energies within its body.


    And to make that happen, the tree needed to grow and learn actively, not just passively absorb everything without refinement.


    Day by day, Devor¡¯s bond with the tree deepened.


    He spent longer hours training in its presence, resting beneath its shade, even talking to it about things outside of cultivation.


    Then, one day, an idea struck him.


    He turned to the Venom Spiritual Tree and made a request¡ª


    "Drop your leaves for me while I train."


    At first, the tree struggled.


    It could shed leaves naturally, but controlling when and how many fell was a challenge.


    But gradually¡­ it learned.


    Soon, dropping a dozen leaves at will became effortless.


    However, Devor wasn¡¯t satisfied.


    "Relying on your natural energy makes it too easy," Devor said. "That¡¯s not the point."


    Instead of forcing the leaves to fall with energy, he wanted the tree to control its own body¡ªthe same way a cultivator trained to command their limbs with precision.


    And so, day after day, Devor honed his swordsmanship and fist techniques, while the Venom Spiritual Tree practiced its own form of control.


    It was no longer just observing¡ª


    It was participating.


    And the tree loved it.


    For the first time, it wasn¡¯t just existing¡ªit was acting, learning, growing.


    Perhaps that was why the Venom Seal had formed so naturally within Devor¡¯s soul.


    The moment the tree accepted him as more than a caretaker, the seal had taken hold.


    And yet¡­


    Despite the strength of their bond, Devor could barely draw upon the tree¡¯s power.


    The issue wasn¡¯t the tree¡¯s energy¡ª


    It was Devor himself.


    Deep down, he still didn¡¯t fully trust it.


    He hadn¡¯t fully accepted the tree as his equal.


    And because of that, if he attempted to use too much of its power, he would only end up poisoning himself.


    A faint rustling pulled Devor¡¯s attention from his rest beneath its branches.


    He opened his eyes, sensing the tree¡¯s impatience.


    "You¡¯re asking when you can start absorbing energy from the garden?" Devor asked, glancing toward the sealed formation.


    A single tremor ran through the leaves¡ªyes.


    The tree¡¯s communication was simple¡ªone shake for agreement, two for refusal.


    Devor let out a chuckle.


    "Not yet," he said. "The plants need to grow naturally for a while longer."


    A second tremor¡ªit was not patient.


    Devor sighed.


    "If we rush the process, the energy balance won¡¯t be as effective. Let the plants take their time, and the results will be much better," he explained.


    Another tremor.


    Still impatient.


    Devor shook his head.


    "The best I can do is distract you with ideas about the future," he said with a smirk.


    The tree¡¯s leaves shuddered¡ªwhether in amusement or annoyance, he wasn¡¯t sure.


    But for now, the formation remained sealed, preventing it from absorbing the garden¡¯s energy.


    Only when everything was ready would Devor open the connection between them.


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    From within his small wooden hut, Juyin observed Devor¡¯s interaction with the Venom Spiritual Tree from afar, a deep sense of unease settling over him.


    "Is this really okay?"


    Juyin muttered to himself, doubt creeping into his mind.


    "That kid¡¯s method is so simple¡­ Who would¡¯ve thought it would actually work?"


    Juyin had once considered a similar approach¡ªtaming the Spiritual Trees completely, forging a deeper bond than mere caretaking.


    But when he had attempted it, it had proven too difficult¡ªforcing him to develop the structured techniques he used now.


    "And on top of that¡­" Juyin gritted his teeth. "What if that little tree starts to like Devor more than me?"


    The thought irked him more than he wanted to admit.


    Juyin had planted, nurtured, and raised these trees like his own children.


    Yet now, he was watching one of them form a connection with another cultivator¡ªa bond unlike anything he had ever created himself.


    It felt like watching a daughter slowly drifting away from her father, drawn toward someone new.


    And Juyin knew exactly how that ended.


    Years ago, Juyin had a daughter.


    He had raised her alone, teaching her everything he knew and shielding her from the dangers of the cultivation world.


    But then, one day¡­


    She fell in love with a young cultivator from a distant land.


    She had left him behind without hesitation, choosing to follow the man she loved to the other side of the continent.


    She had written a single letter¡ª


    "I want to follow my own path, Father. You always told me that cultivation is about growth. This is my growth. I hope one day, you¡¯ll understand."


    He had never replied.


    And he had never seen her again.


    Juyin¡¯s fingers clenched at his side.


    Was this happening again?


    Was he about to lose something he had nurtured for years¡ªto someone who had barely been here for months?


    His gaze hardened.


    "I need to do something."


    Because if he just stood by¡­


    He knew exactly how this would end.

 Chapter 80 - The First Step Toward Evolution

    Over the next few days, the Poison Element Garden was finally ready to be offered to the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    Devor had spent countless hours ensuring that everything met his exacting standards¡ªthough his demeanor was relaxed, he was unyielding when it came to quality.


    Each plant had been carefully positioned within the formation, their roots linked in a complex network, designed to maximize energy transfer while maintaining balance.


    Now, the final test remained.


    Standing before the Venom Spiritual Tree, Devor exhaled calmly.


    "I''m going to open the formation and link it directly to you," he said, his voice even.


    The tree¡¯s trunk trembled slightly¡ªan acknowledgment that it understood.


    Devor continued, "Remember what I told you before? Don¡¯t absorb too much at once¡ªtake it in slowly."


    A second tremor.


    Satisfied, Devor formed a specific hand seal, channeling his Spiritual Essence into the formation¡¯s core.


    The barrier shimmered, shifting like rippling water, before parting¡ª


    Opening a direct energy pathway to the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    Instantly, the toxic elemental energy surged forward, crashing against the tree¡¯s senses like a tidal wave.


    And then¡ª


    A deep, primal hunger awoke within the tree.


    It wanted to devour it all.


    The tree¡¯s leaves rustled wildly, its trunk vibrating with barely restrained greed¡ª


    But just as it was about to lose control¡ª


    "STOP!"


    Devor¡¯s voice cut through the surge of power like a blade.


    The tree froze.


    "If you destroy this garden," Devor warned, his voice sharp, "I¡¯m not making another one. You can forget about the plan I mentioned before."


    The tree¡¯s leaves trembled¡ªthis time, not from hunger, but from fear.


    It had begun to understand consequences.


    With visible effort, the Venom Spiritual Tree restrained itself, forcing its energy intake to slow, measured sips¡ªjust as Devor had instructed.


    Devor nodded slightly, his expression serious.


    But inwardly¡ª


    He let out a quiet sigh.


    "I didn¡¯t think it would actually listen."


    Spiritual Trees were notoriously slow in developing consciousness.


    Compared to humans, the Venom Spiritual Tree¡¯s awareness was no different from that of a young child.


    And yet¡ª


    In just a few weeks, it had already learned control, developed reasoning, and responded to commands with understanding.


    Most cultivators would have taken years to achieve this level of interaction with a Spiritual Tree.


    Yet Devor had done it without specialized techniques or external aids.


    He had simply spoken to it.


    Treated it as an equal.


    And the tree had responded in kind.


    Thirty minutes passed.


    Devor observed the energy balance in the garden shifting¡ªa clear sign that it was time for the second step.


    "Now," Devor said, looking up at the Venom Spiritual Tree, "You can¡¯t just consume¡ªyou have to nurture as well."


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    There was no tremor of acknowledgment this time.


    Instead¡ª


    The tree answered with its actions.


    A pulse of deep purple energy rippled outward from its trunk¡ª


    Dark, thick, and potent with venomous essence, it surged into the garden like a silent invasion.


    The energy coiled around the plants, swallowing the entire formation in darkness¡ª


    Yet, rather than withering, the plants absorbed the energy greedily, refining it within themselves.


    Devor watched, intrigued. "It worked."


    Rather than being a passive receiver, the Venom Spiritual Tree had begun contributing to the cycle.


    After ten minutes, Devor raised his hand. "That¡¯s enough."


    Instantly, the Venom Spiritual Tree ceased its output, the swirling purple energy retracting back into its trunk.


    "Now, you wait," Devor instructed. "The plants need time to refine your energy¡ªto turn it into something more palatable for you."


    The tree obeyed.


    Devor¡¯s lips quirked into a small smirk.


    "At least now, you¡¯re not just taking without giving," he said. "Think of them as chefs preparing a meal for you. You provide them with raw ingredients, and in return, they¡¯ll keep making food for you every day from now on."


    The tree¡¯s trunk trembled more intensely, as if excited by the idea.


    It was truly learning.


    To any other cultivator, Devor¡¯s approach would have been absurd.


    Spiritual Trees were meant to be cultivated, not taught.


    Yet to the Venom Spiritual Tree, Devor¡¯s methods were nothing short of a revelation.


    For the first time, it was not simply a stationary entity, passively soaking up energy from the world.


    It was actively participating in its own growth.


    This¡­


    This was a path to true evolution¡ª


    A way of life it had never even dared to dream of before.


    And because of that¡ª


    It had begun to truly follow Devor.


    Not because of the Venom Seal¡ª


    Not because of forced obedience¡ª


    But because it wanted to.


    The first stage of the process was complete.


    Devor smiled to himself, pleased but not yet fully satisfied.


    He had originally planned to use Spirit Stones to fuel the formation, ensuring a steady supply of energy for the plants within.


    However¡ª


    Venom had proven unexpectedly cooperative.


    By willingly cycling its own energy into the garden, it had solved the resource issue entirely.


    "A rare moment of effort," Devor mused, glancing up at the towering tree.


    But the true test wasn¡¯t feeding the tree¡ª


    It was making sure it could distinguish what nourished it best.


    "Next," Devor said, his voice calm, "I want to hear your thoughts on the energy you absorbed from the garden."


    If he could gather constructive feedback, he could further refine the energy inside the garden to better suit the Venom Spiritual Tree¡¯s needs.


    Of course¡ª


    Venom had no real understanding of what made energy "good" or "bad".


    But as a Spiritual Tree, it shared a deep connection with nature, possessing an innate ability to recognize what was beneficial and what was harmful.


    A simple measure was comfort¡ªif the tree felt satisfied, it meant they were on the right path.


    Since the Venom Spiritual Tree couldn¡¯t speak, Devor had to rely on a series of yes-or-no questions.


    The tree would respond with:


    One tremor for yes.


    Two tremors for no.


    Through this process, he needed to analyze its answers, identify patterns, and refine his questions into even more specific categories.


    The back-and-forth exchange could go on endlessly¡ª


    Until Devor uncovered the precise details he sought.


    One by one, he posed his questions.


    And one by one, the Venom Spiritual Tree responded, its subtle tremors carrying its silent thoughts.


    Time slipped away.


    Before Devor realized it, the afternoon had faded into evening.


    Yet he was still far from drawing a complete conclusion.


    However¡ª


    A few things were already clear.


    "So, you''re saying the food here isn¡¯t as good as what Senior Juyin gave you?" Devor asked.


    The Venom Spiritual Tree trembled once¡ªconfirming the statement.


    Devor let out a small sigh, shaking his head.


    "Of course, the energy in this garden can¡¯t compare to what Senior Juyin provided."


    "If we put it into perspective¡ª"


    "Senior Juyin served you a full-course feast¡­"


    "While I¡¯m only offering you snacks¡ªones you have to ration at that."


    At that moment¡ª


    The tree shook more than five times¡ª


    A reaction that was not part of their established communication system.


    It was something Venom only did when it was truly dissatisfied.


    "You want to eat but don¡¯t want to put in the effort?" Devor¡¯s tone shifted¡ªcarrying a hint of mockery.


    "How are you any different from the tiny plants in this garden?"


    "They exist only to be harvested and consumed by you."


    "Do they hold any real meaning in this world?"


    The tree shuddered slightly.


    Then¡ª


    It fell silent.


    A stillness spread across the garden.


    Devor exhaled slowly.


    He knew he had struck a nerve.


    But this was a necessary lesson.


    "You¡¯re not happy with my method," Devor continued, his voice steady.


    "But I¡¯m showing you a path forward."


    "If you truly want to understand what life is¡ªthis is part of it."


    "Not everything you want will come to you just because you desire it¡­"


    "Or because you think it¡¯s good for you."


    The Venom Spiritual Tree remained motionless.


    Like a child sulking after being scolded.


    Devor folded his arms, gazing up at the silent tree.


    "Did I push too hard?"


    Venom had been so excited at first¡ªonly for that excitement to turn into complaints when it realized the energy wasn¡¯t as rich as what Senior Juyin had provided.


    "Like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum."


    But he had already spoken his mind.


    There was no taking it back now.


    If he backtracked, it would only weaken his stance, making it harder to establish trust and discipline in the future.


    After a brief pause, he exhaled.


    "I¡¯m heading back to rest," Devor said calmly. "We¡¯ll continue this tomorrow."


    He turned away, gathering his belongings.


    "Remember¡ª"


    "I can¡¯t change you completely."


    "But I can guide you."


    "If your goal is to live freely in the future¡­"


    "You¡¯ll have to rely on yourself¡ªnot me."


    Without another word, he walked away.


    As Devor¡¯s footsteps faded, the Venom Spiritual Tree remained still.


    It did not tremble.


    It did not shake.


    But something unfamiliar stirred within its consciousness.


    A strange feeling¡ª


    Not hunger.


    Not instinct.


    Something else entirely.


    For the first time¡ª


    The Venom Spiritual Tree didn¡¯t just want to absorb energy.


    It wanted to understand.


    It wanted to grow.


    And deep within its ancient roots, a tiny golden spark flickered¡ª


    The first glimmer of something more.


    A thought.


    A desire.


    A path to evolution.

 Chapter 81 - The Prophet of Spiritual Trees

    Over the next month, Devor¡¯s collaboration with the Venom Spiritual Tree grew stronger.


    Their bond deepened, and to his surprise, the tree¡¯s curiosity expanded beyond just energy absorption.


    It sought knowledge.


    It sought understanding.


    It wanted to cultivate.


    At first, it had only responded to Devor¡¯s questions and commands, offering simple, childlike acknowledgments.


    But now¡ª


    The tree actively sought answers before Devor could even ask.


    If he experimented with a new energy cycle, the tree would respond faster than before, refining the process on its own.


    If he stopped mid-training, the tree would drop a leaf¡ªa silent question.


    What next?


    A tree that once existed only to be nurtured was now learning to cultivate itself.


    Yet, no matter how intelligent it became¡ª


    The Venom Spiritual Tree always deferred to Devor¡¯s authority.


    Day by day, it grew more submissive, recognizing Devor¡¯s dominance in their relationship.


    It no longer acted on raw instinct.


    It no longer absorbed without thought.


    Instead, it waited¡ªas if seeking permission.


    Almost as if it knew it was being guided toward something greater.


    From a distance, Juyin watched in silence, his frown deepening.


    He had spent years cultivating bonds with Spiritual Trees, yet never had he seen one so willing to follow a human.


    It made no sense.


    He had attempted everything¡ª


    Slowly approaching the Spiritual Tree, using his refined methods, and even offering it higher-quality poison energy¡ª


    Yet the tree resisted him at every turn.


    It did not acknowledge him.


    It did not yield to him.


    The harder he tried, the greater the resistance became.


    "Is there something special about that kid?" Juyin muttered to himself. "Subduing a Spiritual Tree isn¡¯t as easy as tricking a child."


    Even though Spiritual Trees had a childlike consciousness, that didn¡¯t mean they were foolish.


    Juyin had tried before¡ªusing deception, structured techniques, and even coercion.


    But the more he failed, the more the tree rejected him¡ªeven turning hostile.


    "Yet Devor pulled it off?"


    The thought unsettled him.


    A faint shift in the air made Juyin turn sharply.


    A figure stood behind him, having arrived silently, without warning.


    The Sect Master of Azure Sky.


    Zinqi.


    "You saw this coming, didn¡¯t you?" Juyin said, his voice level.


    Zinqi smiled faintly. "I wouldn¡¯t go that far."


    Juyin narrowed his eyes. "Don¡¯t play games. You knew something about that kid that I didn¡¯t."


    Zinqi took a step forward, his gaze falling on Devor and the Venom Spiritual Tree in the distance.


    "What I knew," he said, "was that the boy would find his own way."


    Juyin scoffed. "A vague answer."


    "But true," Zinqi countered smoothly. "Especially when it comes to the natural world. His affinity with it is exceptional."


    Juyin raised an eyebrow, realization dawning.


    "Affinity with nature¡­?" His mind whirled¡ªa connection forming. "That kid awakened a Dao Embryo, didn¡¯t he? Don¡¯t tell me¡­"


    "It¡¯s related to nature?"


    Juyin had always known Devor possessed a Dao Embryo, but he had never inquired about its nature.


    Now, the truth became painfully obvious.


    "More precisely," Zinqi said, "his Dao Embryo is closely tied to the path of a Spiritual Farmer."


    Juyin¡¯s breath hitched slightly.


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    His mind raced through the implications.


    "Spiritual Farmers already have a natural advantage in handling Spiritual Plants and Trees¡­"


    "But if he possesses a Dao Embryo directly tied to that path¡­"


    "Then to a Spiritual Tree, he¡¯s more than just a cultivator¡­"


    "He¡¯s a prophet."


    It explained everything.


    The tree wasn¡¯t simply obeying Devor.


    It was following him¡ªinstinctively recognizing him as a guide.


    Devor¡¯s methods could be studied and copied, but ultimately, no one else would ever achieve the same results.


    "Because it¡¯s not just his knowledge¡ªit¡¯s his Dao itself that shapes the outcome."


    A Spiritual Tree¡¯s natural instinct was to avoid humans¡ªto treat them as external forces.


    But Devor¡¯s very existence disrupted that natural order.


    To them, he wasn¡¯t an outsider.


    He was one of them.


    Juyin exhaled slowly.


    "Why would he choose a Dao like that?" he muttered, his tone edged with skepticism. "It makes him vulnerable."


    Zinqi¡¯s smile faded slightly. "You see the danger in it, then."


    Juyin nodded.


    Dao Embryos shaped the very foundation of a cultivator¡¯s existence.


    Choosing a profession-based Dao¡ªone that lacked overwhelming combat power¡ªwas a risky move.


    Juyin had once witnessed a genius alchemist enslaved, forced into servitude under a stronger master.


    A cultivator with no means of self-defense was merely a resource waiting to be stolen.


    "If Devor isn¡¯t careful," Juyin said darkly, "someone will try to claim him as their own."


    He glanced at Zinqi.


    "And you think he¡¯ll be able to handle that?"


    Zinqi¡¯s gaze remained steady.


    "He understands the risks," the Sect Master said. "His combat strength isn¡¯t there yet¡ªbut his foundation is solid."


    Juyin studied Zinqi¡¯s expression carefully.


    For the first time, true curiosity sparked in his gaze.


    What did Zinqi see in Devor?


    Juyin finally sighed.


    "There was something I wanted to discuss with you," he admitted.


    Zinqi tilted his head slightly. "If you¡¯re thinking of taking Devor as your disciple¡­"


    Juyin¡¯s lips twitched slightly.


    "¡­I¡¯d advise against it," Zinqi finished smoothly. "Unless you¡¯re an expert in the ways of the Spiritual Farmer, he¡¯ll never acknowledge you as his master."


    Juyin didn¡¯t respond immediately.


    Because he had been considering that exact idea.


    But deep down, he already knew the truth.


    Their paths were fundamentally different.


    Poison Masters were technically a subcategory of the Spiritual Farmer¡¯s discipline, but Devor wasn¡¯t just interested in poison or a single aspect of plant cultivation.


    He wanted everything.


    He wanted all plants, all life, all natural forces to thrive under his influence¡ª


    To reach their full potential through his power.


    Juyin shook his head and let out a long sigh. "I have no intention of taking him as a disciple."


    Zinqi smiled knowingly. "That much was obvious."


    Juyin had never been the type to take disciples¡ªnot out of reluctance, but because he had never found anyone worthy of inheriting his methods.


    But now¡ª


    A mere six months with Devor had left him feeling as though he was the one losing something instead.


    "Devor¡¯s methods are working better than I expected," Juyin admitted, his tone carrying a hint of frustration. "Even that Venom Spiritual Tree prefers him over me."


    Zinqi¡¯s eyebrow twitched slightly.


    "Isn¡¯t that a good thing?" he asked, his smirk returning. "If he¡¯s learning your cultivation techniques, that makes him half a disciple of yours."


    Juyin frowned. "That¡¯s the problem."


    In the cultivation world, when someone learned a master¡¯s unique techniques, they were naturally considered a half-disciple, even without formal acknowledgment.


    Juyin had agreed to teach Devor, but he had never expected Devor to take it this far.


    "Six months from now, he¡¯ll return to your sect," Juyin said, crossing his arms. "And if the Venom Spiritual Tree follows him, what then?"


    Zinqi¡¯s mouth opened slightly, caught off guard by the concern.


    He had originally sent Devor to learn under Juyin¡ªso why did it feel like Devor was stealing Juyin¡¯s personal assets instead?


    "Uh¡­ and there¡¯s nothing you can do if that happens?" Zinqi asked, his tone growing more serious.


    Bringing the Venom Spiritual Tree back to the Azure Sky Sect would serve Devor¡¯s interests, but it wouldn¡¯t necessarily benefit the sect itself.


    And compensating Juyin for the loss?


    Even if Devor was willing to pay, it would drain his savings, potentially hindering his future cultivation progress.


    Juyin sighed. "There are a few options."


    Zinqi¡¯s gaze sharpened. "Such as?"


    "The most effective one would be¡­" Juyin¡¯s voice remained calm and matter-of-fact. "Cutting the tree down."


    Zinqi exhaled through his nose, rubbing his forehead. "Let¡¯s discuss that when the time comes."


    Juyin gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable.


    Though the Venom Spiritual Tree wasn¡¯t irreplaceable, it was still highly valuable.


    Its leaves, bark, and sap could be used to create powerful poisons.


    For most cultivators, its usefulness was limited.


    But for Juyin, who relied on it as a primary power source, it was irreplaceable.


    Would he really let Devor take it away so easily?


    ??????


    Far from Juyin and Zinqi¡¯s conversation, Devor stood within the territory of the Venom Spiritual Tree, completely absorbed in his work.


    Around him, four cultivation plots had been established, each corresponding to a different elemental garden.


    However¡ª


    Only the Poison Element Garden had fully matured.


    The others were still in progress, their energy not yet ready to be absorbed by the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    For now, his focus was on something far more revolutionary.


    Devor knelt in the Poison Element Garden, inspecting a small patch of land where he had planted a specific type of Spiritual Plant.


    The positioning of the plants had been meticulously planned, each arranged with purpose.


    But what mattered wasn¡¯t just how they grew.


    It was who would oversee their growth.


    "You¡¯re sure you can take care of this patch?" Devor asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.


    The Venom Spiritual Tree¡¯s trunk trembled once¡ªa clear confirmation.


    "You can regulate its growth, feed it more nutrients, and adjust its development?" Devor pressed further.


    Again, the tree shuddered once¡ªthis time with more certainty.


    Devor stared for a long moment.


    Then, a slow grin spread across his face.


    "Good¡­ good¡­ excellent!"


    His excitement surged.


    "From today onward," Devor declared, "take care of this small section exactly as I instructed! We¡¯ll see the results in just a few days!"


    The Venom Spiritual Tree vibrated intensely, as if sharing in his enthusiasm.


    Clenching his fist tightly, Devor struggled to contain his excitement.


    He had just stumbled upon something monumental.


    "If this works¡­"


    "I¡¯ll have found a way to enhance Spiritual Plants more efficiently than any cultivator in history!"


    Improving the quality of Spiritual Plants wasn¡¯t something that could be forced.


    It had to follow the natural cycle.


    But if a Spiritual Tree¡ªan entity deeply attuned to nature¡ªhandled the process¡­


    Wouldn¡¯t that significantly accelerate their growth and refinement?


    His breathing quickened.


    "If this works, every single plant under its care could be raised to Earth Grade-A¡ªor beyond."


    Not only that¡ª


    The Venom Spiritual Tree could actively adjust the plants¡¯ conditions, reacting in real time to their needs.


    No cultivator could do that.


    Even the most skilled Spiritual Farmers had to monitor their gardens constantly, relying on calculations, instincts, and trial-and-error.


    But a Spiritual Tree could sense the subtle shifts in elemental harmony¡ª


    And it could respond instantly.


    "This isn¡¯t just a small breakthrough¡­"


    "This could change everything."


    The more Devor thought about it¡ª


    The more he wanted to take the Venom Spiritual Tree with him.


    If this method truly worked, he could¡ª


    Create portable cultivation gardens.


    Develop energy-efficient farming techniques.


    Sell high-quality plants across the cultivation world.


    And as far as he knew¡ª


    No one had ever done anything like this before.


    A true Spiritual Farmer¡¯s Garden, refined to perfection.


    A collaboration between cultivator and nature¡ª


    A revolutionary new path.

 Chapter 82 - Teaching a Tree to Cultivate

    Using a Spiritual Tree to cultivate Spiritual Plants was an excellent idea.


    But brilliance alone didn¡¯t guarantee success.


    The next morning, Devor stood at the edge of the garden, arms crossed, observing as the Venom Spiritual Tree¡¯s energy drifted through the plants, tending to the small section it had been assigned.


    Unlike before, Devor did not immediately step in.


    There was no need to check the system¡¯s analysis¡ªhis own eyes told him everything he needed to know.


    After a few minutes, he entered the poison-element formation, making his way to the small plot where the Venom Spiritual Tree was actively nurturing the plants.


    Crouching down, he reached out and touched the core plants, the ones that absorbed surrounding flora¡¯s nutrients to enhance their own quality.


    He let his fingers brush against a leaf, then placed his palm on the soil, closing his eyes to feel the energy flow.


    After a long pause, he finally spoke.


    ¡°The condition looks good,¡± Devor said, his voice calm. ¡°Its weakened state from yesterday has already been restored.¡±


    The Venom Spiritual Tree¡¯s trunk trembled slightly, as if pleased with its own progress.


    Devor, however, wasn¡¯t entirely satisfied.


    "But that only brings it back to its original state," he added, straightening up. "What I want is for this plant to grow stronger naturally¡ªto evolve over time, to refine its own energy flow even after sustaining damage."


    His tone remained steady, but the meaning was clear.


    "With results like this, that goal can¡¯t be achieved."


    The tree quivered again, but this time, Devor sensed something different.


    There was frustration in its vibrations.


    Devor narrowed his eyes slightly. ¡°Hm? Why are you upset?¡±


    Over the past few weeks, he had learned to read the Venom Spiritual Tree¡¯s emotions¡ªnot through words, but through the subtle shudders and tremors of its body.


    For now, he could only sense two emotions¡ªjoy and sadness.


    This¡­ was sadness.


    Thinking for a moment, he asked, "You¡¯re sad because you failed?"


    The tree trembled once¡ªconfirming his assumption.


    Devor tilted his head, unable to fully understand why this failure affected it so deeply.


    "It¡¯s just one failure," Devor said, genuinely puzzled. "Why are you so bothered by it?"


    The tree remained motionless.


    Devor sighed, running a hand through his hair.


    Unlike the Venom Spiritual Tree, he was no stranger to failure.


    To him, failure was simply part of the process.


    In fact, what worried him more than failure was the absence of it¡ªbecause that meant a much bigger failure was lurking in the future.


    "I¡¯d rather suffer a thousand small failures now and succeed in the end¡ª"


    "Than win a hundred easy victories, only to be crushed later."


    Devor exhaled and turned back to the tree.


    ¡°This isn¡¯t your fault,¡± he said simply. ¡°You don¡¯t understand the structure of plants, nor do you know their unique needs. It¡¯s only natural that you¡¯d struggle.¡±


    The Venom Spiritual Tree shuddered slightly, as if listening intently.


    "But even so," Devor continued, "you still managed to sustain the plant for an extended period. That¡¯s already a huge accomplishment."


    He crossed his arms, his tone sharpening.


    "Let me tell you something, Venom."


    The tree trembled lightly at hearing its new name.


    "Even if you''re the strongest Spiritual Tree in existence, without proper knowledge, you¡¯ll never maximize a plant¡¯s true potential." He gestured toward the garden. "A strong cultivator with no knowledge of farming is still useless in the fields."


    The tree''s leaves rustled slightly, considering his words.


    Devor let out a quiet chuckle. "Reminds me of myself, honestly."


    The tree¡¯s trunk twitched slightly, as if intrigued.


    Devor smirked.


    "I struggled for years before I figured things out," he admitted.


    He stepped forward and placed his palm against the Venom Spiritual Tree¡¯s bark.


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    "But don¡¯t worry." His golden Spiritual Essence flickered faintly, forming a brief connection between them. "I¡¯ll teach you everything I know."


    The Venom Spiritual Tree trembled excitedly.


    A strange feeling pulsed from it¡ªone that Devor had never sensed before.


    This was no longer just a cultivator mentoring a tree.


    This was a teacher and a student.


    And the student wasn¡¯t human.


    From a distant hilltop, Juyin watched in stunned silence.


    "That boy¡­ first he wanted to teach a tree to cultivate."


    "Now, he wants to train it to become a Spiritual Farmer?"


    Juyin¡¯s hands tightened behind his back.


    No one had ever considered such a thing before.


    But looking at Devor¡¯s progress, he couldn¡¯t deny that it was working.


    Even though Juyin was teaching Devor his own methods, the truth was that Juyin had learned just as much from Devor¡ªespecially in how to strengthen his bond with his Spiritual Tree.


    Scattered across the table in front of him were countless sheets of paper, each filled with carefully written notes, hastily scrawled observations, and diagrams detailing the past week''s experiments.


    These notes documented his attempts to integrate Devor¡¯s insights into his own cultivation methods¡ªattempts that had yielded startling results.


    "Spiritual Farmers are naturally suited to tending Spiritual Trees," Juyin mused aloud, fingers tapping against the parchment. "But none of them have ever considered making a Spiritual Tree their partner¡ªlet alone training one to become a Spiritual Farmer itself."


    His pulse quickened at the implications. If Devor succeeded, it would mean more than just a minor breakthrough¡ªit would be a complete redefinition of their cultivation path.


    A Spiritual Tree capable of farming its own kind? That was a power that transcended mere talent. It was something unprecedented, something that could shift the very balance of power within the sects.


    A slow smile formed on Juyin¡¯s lips. "If this works¡­ then Devor will have a Spiritual Farmer of unparalleled quality."


    But that also meant Devor himself would become a target.


    Juyin''s expression hardened. This was no longer just an academic curiosity¡ªit was an investment. And investments had to be protected.


    "This kid is too valuable¡­ I need to make sure he¡¯s well-guarded," Juyin muttered under his breath.


    Devor had only been cultivating for less than a decade, yet he had already reached heights that would take others a lifetime.


    If he was already capable of this now, what would he accomplish in another ten years? Twenty?


    Juyin couldn¡¯t ignore the possibility¡ªno, the likelihood¡ªthat Devor would one day surpass him.


    And if Devor managed to produce a Spiritual Tree far superior to his own, then Juyin''s own cultivation would ascend to greater heights as well.


    This wasn¡¯t just about protecting Devor anymore. It was about securing his own future.


    Without hesitation, Juyin retrieved his communication token, his fingers pressing against the cold surface as he connected to Azure Sky Sect Master Zinqi.


    There were matters to discuss¡ªmatters that could change everything.


    ??????


    Devor exhaled slowly, his mind sharp with focus as he observed the Venom Spiritual Tree in front of him.


    He had identified the issue. Now, it was time to correct it.


    "Pay close attention," Devor instructed, kneeling beside a cluster of Serpent Vines. His hand hovered over the twisting green foliage, his fingers lightly brushing the plant¡¯s deep-purple stem. "This vine¡¯s strength doesn¡¯t come from its leaves, but its stem¡ªthat¡¯s where its core is located. If you focus your energy on nourishing the leaves instead, you¡¯ll weaken its true potential."


    The Venom Spiritual Tree trembled slightly, its darkened branches swaying in understanding.


    Devor nodded in approval before shifting his gaze to another plant¡ªa stark contrast to the first.


    This one was unnerving.


    A single black flower bloomed at its peak, its inky petals curling at the edges, exuding an aura so heavy with malice that even the surrounding soil seemed darker, as if leached of life.


    Devor narrowed his eyes.


    "This one¡­" he murmured. "It''s something else entirely."


    A thought flickered in his mind. Could this plant¡­ be trained?


    And more importantly¡ªcould the Venom Spiritual Tree learn from it?


    "Now, take a look at this plant," Devor continued, his voice steady yet instructive. He gestured toward the midnight bloom, its velvety black petals curling slightly at the edges. "At first glance, you''d assume the most valuable part is the flower, right?"


    The Venom Spiritual Tree trembled, confirming it had reached the same conclusion. Its darkened leaves quivered with curiosity, eager to absorb this new knowledge.


    "But just because something is valuable doesn¡¯t mean it should be the main focus," Devor explained. His gaze sharpened as he met the tree¡¯s expectant stare. "And sometimes, making that assumption is a critical mistake."


    He paused, allowing the words to sink in before continuing.


    "Flowers do absorb energy, but they consume it immediately rather than channeling it to the core¡ªthe roots¡ªwhere it can actually be refined and stored properly. If the plant¡¯s energy flow is disrupted, its true potential is wasted."


    Devor reached into a small leather pouch, pulling out a fine, shimmering powder. "So," he said, holding up a pinch, "this special mineral dust helps release excess energy stored in the petals. Only then can the plant redirect its strength back to the roots, maximizing its growth."


    With practiced precision, he dusted the powder over the flower. The petals trembled as thin wisps of ethereal energy unfurled into the air, like delicate strands of mist dissolving into the surroundings.


    "This plant is valuable because it stores its primary nutrients in the flower," Devor continued. "But if the flower becomes overloaded with energy, those nutrients can¡¯t circulate properly. That¡¯s why, for optimal growth, you should focus on nourishing the roots, not the flower itself."


    The Venom Spiritual Tree remained completely still, absorbing every word.


    It had never considered the delicate balance within a plant before¡ªhow energy flowed, how nutrients were stored and distributed, how a single misstep could hinder growth.


    In its mind, a plant had always been a singular entity, a whole. But now, it was beginning to understand that every part served a different purpose.


    A single thought struck the Venom Spiritual Tree, sending a ripple of realization through its being.


    If something as simple as a flower has such intricate complexities¡­ then what about tree?


    Its branches quivered slightly, but this time, it wasn¡¯t due to uncertainty.


    Excitement.


    It had never once questioned its own body, never considered that it, too, might have an energy flow that required balance¡ªa way to optimize its own potential.


    Could it apply these same principles to itself?


    Devor straightened, dusting off his hands. His presence seemed to shift slightly¡ªnot in power, but in authority.


    "This is just the foundation," he said, his voice calm yet commanding. "There¡¯s much more to learn about Spiritual Plants. A method that works for one may be completely ineffective for another. Even if two plants look identical, their needs can be vastly different. That¡¯s why observation is key¡ªyou need to determine what each plant truly requires, not just follow instructions blindly."


    His sharp black eyes locked onto the Venom Spiritual Tree, holding its gaze with quiet intensity.


    "Theories will only take you so far," he continued. "If you want to be a great Spiritual Farmer, you need to rely on your own insight. Books and teachings can provide knowledge, but true mastery comes from understanding the conditions that can¡¯t be written down¡ªthe unexpected challenges that arise in real practice."


    A slow, deliberate tremor passed through the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    It gazed at Devor with undeniable admiration.


    This¡­ this was true cultivation.


    Not just absorbing energy blindly. Not just following instinct. Not just relying on its natural growth.


    It had always assumed that as long as it absorbed enough spiritual energy, it would grow stronger over time.


    But that was no different from a wild beast feasting mindlessly to gain strength. Refinement, efficiency, and intelligent cultivation¡ªthese were the true secrets to power.


    A new desire burned within the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    It wanted to understand itself the way Devor understood plants.


    And more than anything¡­


    It wanted to become stronger.

 Chapter 83 - A New Path to Synthesis

    Two months passed in the blink of an eye.


    Near the Venom Spiritual Tree, a modest hut had been built¡ªa simple yet comfortable dwelling nestled between the vibrant greenery and poisonous flora.


    Inside, Devor sat cross-legged before a furnace, its silver-lined cauldron glowing under the intense heat of the flames. His hands hovered on either side of it, guiding the temperature with meticulous control.


    A subtle shift in the cauldron¡¯s contents caught his attention.


    Now.


    He lifted the lid, releasing a dense wave of medicinal smoke into the air. The sharp, herbal aroma stung his nose, yet he remained unshaken, his focus unwavering.


    With practiced precision, he tossed in a prepared herb, followed by a careful pour from a special vial set aside for this moment.


    The moment the liquid hit the cauldron¡¯s surface, the reaction was instant¡ªa deep, violet hue spread across the concoction, bubbling furiously before settling into a simmer.


    For the next five minutes, he carefully introduced each ingredient, measuring them by instinct rather than by written formula.


    Precision. Balance. Control.


    These were the tenets of alchemy.


    Just as he relied on his instincts to cultivate the finest plants, the same level of attunement was required when refining them into potent elixirs.


    Yet¡­ there was a difference.


    "I know every plant by heart," Devor murmured, his black eyes reflecting the swirling mixture inside the cauldron. "But the moment they enter this fire¡­ everything changes."


    A deep understanding of Spiritual Plants was invaluable in alchemy, but knowledge alone wasn¡¯t enough.


    Once a plant was placed into the furnace, the rules governing it transformed.


    He exhaled slowly, remembering a letter he once received from Nyuru.


    "Alchemy follows formulas," Nyuru had told him. "It overlaps with Spiritual Farming more than you think. But the difference is¡­ once you refine a plant, you aren¡¯t just nurturing it anymore. You¡¯re forcing a metamorphosis."


    A metamorphosis¡­


    Devor had spent years mastering the balance of natural energies, guiding plants to achieve their full potential.


    Yet now, he was breaking them down, reshaping them into something new.


    "If I recall correctly," Devor mused, eyes locked on the cauldron, "back on Earth, physics could explain countless mysteries. But the moment it entered the quantum realm, classical physics no longer applied. Reality became bizarre, paradoxical, nearly incomprehensible."


    He chuckled to himself.


    "Just like Spiritual Plants."


    He could study them, nurture them, guide their growth.


    But once they entered the fire, their nature changed¡ªno longer bound by the same laws.


    The foundation remained the same, yet the result depended entirely on the execution.


    Alchemy was both an art and a gamble.


    After another ten minutes of careful brewing, the mixture inside the cauldron finally settled. The once-vibrant liquid had transformed into a milky-white fluid, its surface dotted with small black specks¡ªlike sesame seeds suspended in moonlight.


    Devor slowly removed the lid, only to be met with a strange, unfamiliar scent.


    His expression tightened.


    "Uhhh¡­ That smell is¡­ weird."


    He pinched his nose, grimacing slightly.


    Did it work or not?


    Devor reached for a glass container and carefully poured the elixir from the cauldron into it. The liquid swirled, its unusual coloration making it difficult to discern its true properties.


    Holding it up to the light, he examined its consistency, searching for clues¡ªfor any sign that the experiment had yielded something usable.


    But even with his experience, he couldn¡¯t be sure.


    He let out a sigh. "Well¡­ here''s hoping it works."


    Without wasting another second, he grabbed the vial and stood.


    His destination?


    The Venom Spiritual Tree.


    More specifically, the poison-element garden he had been cultivating for nearly three months.


    Two months had passed, and the four elemental gardens had reached full maturity, each cultivated with a different type of elemental energy.


    For now, however, Devor had only granted the Venom Spiritual Tree access to the Poison and Dark Element gardens.


    The Water and Earth Element gardens had been meticulously nurtured to perfection. They were ready¡ªbut Devor wasn¡¯t about to rush the process.


    Rather than simply feeding new elemental energy to the Venom Spiritual Tree, he wanted it to learn how to merge and refine the energies in a way that would genuinely enhance its evolution. A crude mix of elements would do more harm than good.


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    Cultivation wasn¡¯t about stacking power blindly.


    It was about control.


    Mastery.


    Refinement.


    Before moving on to the next stage, he had to ensure the Venom Spiritual Tree had fully adapted to the first two elements.


    Only when a foundation was perfected could true progression begin.


    With measured steps, Devor entered the Poison Element garden, a small glass container in his hand.


    Inside was the elixir he had crafted earlier¡ªa concoction he had spent nearly a month refining.


    The Venom Spiritual Tree¡¯s trunk trembled as Devor approached, subtle vibrations pulsing through its bark.


    Devor exhaled, his expression unshaken.


    "There¡¯s no need to worry," he said, swirling the elixir lightly in his hand. "This is only failure number thirty-four."


    Failure meant progress.


    Each mistake brought him closer to success.


    This wasn¡¯t the first time he had attempted to create an elixir tailored for Spiritual Plants, and it wouldn¡¯t be the last.


    "Nyuru has been a huge help with alchemy," Devor muttered to himself, rubbing his chin. "But even with my strong foundation in Spiritual Plants, becoming a competent alchemist is going to take a lot more time and effort."


    He sighed, shaking his head slightly.


    Nyuru was skilled, but waiting around for her to send results wasn¡¯t an option.


    If he wanted to push his research forward, he needed to refine his elixirs himself.


    And that meant trial and error.


    Devor¡¯s black eyes flickered as he turned his attention toward a particular plant¡ªa Bloodbane Lotus.


    It stood out among the garden¡¯s flora, its blood-red petals and dark crimson stalk giving it a sinister, almost predatory aura.


    This was no ordinary specimen.


    It was a grafted stem from a Sky-Grade plant¡ªone of the highest classifications of Spiritual Flora.


    Of course, grafting alone wouldn¡¯t replicate the full power of the original Bloodbane Lotus.


    But for Devor¡¯s purposes?


    It didn¡¯t need to.


    He didn¡¯t need the real thing¡ªnot yet.


    What he needed were test subjects.


    Sacrificial plants he could use to refine his method before applying them to something truly valuable.


    This was the essence of experimentation.


    "Let¡¯s see if this has any effect on you," he murmured, carefully pouring the milky-white elixir onto the plant¡¯s surface.


    The moment the liquid touched the petals, the Bloodbane Lotus shuddered violently.


    It wasn¡¯t simply reacting.


    It was resisting.


    A thin layer of spiritual poison bubbled across its surface, almost as if the plant¡¯s very core was rejecting the elixir.


    For a brief moment, the Bloodbane Lotus began to wither¡ªits rich crimson hues darkening into a sickly shade.


    Devor narrowed his eyes but said nothing, merely watching.


    And then¡ª


    The change stopped.


    The black seeds within the elixir had begun to seep into the plant¡¯s roots, drawn in by the same mechanisms that allowed poison-based flora to absorb toxic nutrients.


    Devor¡¯s fingers tightened slightly around his notebook as he carefully recorded the sequence of changes.


    At first, the elixir weakened the plant¡­


    But now, it was stabilizing.


    Not only that, but the damage had been halted before it could spread further.


    Interesting¡­


    This reaction wasn¡¯t entirely unexpected, but the speed of the recovery was.


    "Alright, your turn, Venom."


    The Venom Spiritual Tree stirred lazily, its dark purple energy swirling above the Bloodbane Lotus in anticipation.


    Unlike before, however, Devor didn¡¯t instruct it to nourish the plant.


    Instead¡ª


    The tree attacked.


    A wave of negative energy descended onto the Bloodbane Lotus, inflicting carefully controlled damage that Devor and the tree had planned in advance.


    This wasn¡¯t an act of destruction.


    It was a test.


    The goal was simple:


    To determine whether the plant¡¯s core structure had changed.


    If the plant could endure the attack, it would mean the experiment had worked.


    If it withered too quickly¡ª


    The elixir was a failure.


    A tense silence settled over the garden as Devor observed the plant¡¯s reaction.


    Would it hold?


    Or would he have to start from scratch again?


    The Venom Spiritual Tree unleashed a relentless barrage of negative energy, striking the plant with carefully calculated curses, toxins, and weakening effects.


    For thirty seconds, the Bloodbane Lotus endured the assault.


    Then, without hesitation, Venom withdrew its power and went still.


    Devor¡¯s expression remained calm. This was only the first test.


    "Proceed to phase two," he commanded.


    Immediately, a new vortex of black-purple energy spiraled into existence.


    This time, however, its purpose wasn¡¯t to destroy¡ªbut to overwhelm.


    An immense surge of energy poured into the plant, saturating its delicate structure far beyond its natural limits.


    Devor narrowed his eyes. Too much of anything was dangerous.


    Even beneficial energy, if absorbed incorrectly, could turn toxic.


    This was the true test¡ªwhether the plant¡¯s capacity to store and refine energy had increased.


    If it hadn¡¯t, then any improvement in its quality would be marginal at best.


    The Bloodbane Lotus trembled violently.


    Its once-proud stalk began to droop, unable to endure the influx of power. The crimson petals darkened, their edges curling inward as if withering under the strain.


    Devor let out a slow breath. Another failure.


    He lifted his hand slightly, about to signal Venom to stop¡ª


    But then¡ª


    Something shifted.


    From within the plant¡¯s damaged core, a new stalk began to sprout.


    It was slow, almost imperceptible, but Devor¡¯s sharp gaze caught it immediately.


    His eyes flickered with sudden excitement.


    "A mutation?"


    "Reduce the pressure!" he ordered.


    Venom instantly lessened the energy flow, dropping it to a level just strong enough to sustain the process without overwhelming the plant.


    The new stalk continued to grow.


    Steady. Stable. Resilient.


    But something was off.


    Instead of the deep crimson hue characteristic of the Bloodbane Lotus, the new stalk was¡ª


    Pitch black.


    A darkness clung to it, faint but undeniably unnatural.


    "Stop!" Devor¡¯s voice cut through the air, sharp with urgency.


    Venom halted its energy output immediately, its form still and watchful.


    Silence settled over the garden.


    Devor crouched down, carefully studying the plant.


    It still retained the general shape of a Bloodbane Lotus, but its aura had changed.


    It was subtle¡ªso subtle that most people wouldn¡¯t even notice.


    But Devor was not most people.


    His perception of plants was far sharper than ordinary cultivators.


    He closed his eyes for a moment and activated the Spiritual Analyzer in his mind.


    [ Plant Name: Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus ]


    [ Quality: Yellow¡ªEarth Grade-C ]


    [ Status: Weak ]


    [ Essence: 67/100 ]


    Devor¡¯s eyes snapped open.


    His breath hitched.


    "Its name changed?!"


    That had never happened before.


    Not only that¡ª


    Its grade had shifted.


    This plant had originally been Yellow-Grade.


    Now, it bore the label Yellow¡ªEarth Grade-C, meaning it had the potential to reach Earth-Grade once it fully recovered.


    His hands clenched slightly.


    "Have I¡­ actually succeeded?"


    Devor wasn¡¯t someone who jumped to conclusions.


    He was methodical. Precise.


    Even now, his mind raced through every possible explanation for what had just happened.


    It was clear that some sort of transformation had taken place.


    But why?


    Alchemy had no records of this kind of advancement.


    Spiritual Farming had no existing method to force this kind of evolution.


    Then¡ª


    "Could this¡­ be a form of Synthesis?"


    His voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of the thought struck him like thunder.


    Most cultivators understood Synthesis as the act of fusing two seeds¡ªcombining their essences before planting them to create a hybrid species.


    But what if that understanding was too limited?


    Who said Synthesis had to involve seeds before planting?


    "What if¡­"


    His gaze darkened in thought.


    "What if I can introduce different essences while the plant is still growing¡ªguiding its evolution in real-time?"


    This wasn¡¯t just an incremental improvement.


    It was something entirely new.


    A fusion of Spiritual Farming, Alchemy, and Adaptive Cultivation¡ªa method no one had ever recorded.


    Devor slowly stood, his heart pounding.


    If his theory was correct¡­


    Then this experiment wasn¡¯t just a success.


    It was a revolution.

 Chapter 84 - The Gamble of Evolution

    His experiment was a success.


    The Bloodbane Lotus had undergone a transformation, evolving beyond its natural state.


    However, only the stem had reached Yellow-Grade quality¡ªa far cry from the original Sky-Grade classification.


    Because of this, Devor wasn¡¯t ready to test the process directly on the true Bloodbane Lotus.


    It wasn¡¯t about the loss¡ªhe could afford that.


    What he couldn¡¯t afford was a failure that taught him nothing.


    "I refined the elixir using Ultimate Synthesis," Devor murmured, his black eyes flickering with thought. "But as for why it worked... I¡¯m not entirely sure."


    A quiet sigh escaped his lips.


    Even success could be frustrating when it came without understanding.


    This wasn¡¯t good enough.


    If he wanted to master this technique, he needed to comprehend every step, every variable, every interaction between the energies involved.


    He needed an expert¡¯s insight.


    Leaning against the Venom Spiritual Tree, Devor pulled out a sheet of parchment and began writing.


    His pen moved smoothly, ink flowing as he carefully detailed every aspect of the experiment¡ªeach failure, each success, every observation he had made while refining the Bloodbane Lotus Elixir.


    It had to be thorough.


    Had he been back at the Azure Sky Sect, he could have discussed it with Nyuru in person.


    But that wasn¡¯t an option right now.


    So instead, he would send her a letter.


    Opening his notebook, he methodically transcribed his findings¡ª


    The materials he had tested.


    The failures and inconsistencies.


    The peculiar changes in the Bloodbane Lotus.


    His hypothesis that Plant A and Plant B, when combined inside the furnace, triggered a reaction beyond conventional alchemy.


    By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Devor had filled five sheets of parchment with his careful, deliberate handwriting.


    Finally, satisfied, he took out a small, silver whistle and blew a silent note.


    Moments later, a messenger bird descended from the sky, its deep-blue feathers shimmering under the fading light.


    Devor carefully rolled up the letter, sealed it, and fastened it to the bird¡¯s leg.


    "Deliver this to Nyuru at the Azure Sky Sect," he instructed.


    The bird let out a sharp cry before taking flight, vanishing into the sky.


    Devor stretched, rolling his shoulders before glancing toward the two drained gardens, their energies siphoned by the Venom Spiritual Tree over the past few weeks.


    "So," he said casually, "what do you think? Learn anything new today?"


    The Venom Tree¡¯s trunk trembled, a longer vibration than usual.


    Five seconds.


    Devor tapped his fingers against his arm. He had grown better at understanding its responses, though he still couldn''t perceive its exact words.


    But this one...


    This wasn¡¯t satisfaction.


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    It was dissatisfaction.


    He raised an eyebrow. "You think you need four gardens at once to figure this out?"


    A second tremor¡ªshorter, but firm.


    Devor exhaled sharply. "Didn¡¯t we agree to take things slow and not rush?"


    The Venom Tree trembled again, but this time with an unmistakable air of uncertainty.


    Its confusion was clear.


    Over time, Devor had started to sense emotions from the tree¡ªunderstanding its meaning through patterns in its vibrations.


    It was like learning a new language.


    Rough. Incomplete. But steadily improving.


    "The Water and Earth Element Gardens aren¡¯t directly connected to our plan," Devor explained. "Originally, I wanted you to absorb different elements naturally¡ªnot force them."


    The tree pulsed again, a lighter tremor. Uncertainty mixed with curiosity.


    Devor smiled slightly.


    "Think of it like how I tend to the plants in the garden," he said, his voice steady. "I expose them to different environments, different energies¡ªbut they decide what to absorb on their own."


    He crouched, running a hand over the dark soil, feeling the residual poisonous energy left behind.


    "Plants don¡¯t force growth. They don¡¯t decide, ¡®I need to absorb everything at once.¡¯ They take in what suits them, discard what doesn¡¯t, and evolve naturally over time."


    The Venom Spiritual Tree remained silent for a moment.


    Then, a faint, thoughtful tremor passed through its trunk.


    Understanding.


    Devor gave a satisfied nod. "Good. Let¡¯s keep it that way. Rushing evolution is dangerous."


    Devor¡¯s Art of Creation was fundamentally rooted in plant-based techniques.


    When he applied it to the Venom Spiritual Tree, the core principles remained the same¡ªyet there was a crucial difference.


    Unlike ordinary plants, Spiritual Trees possessed consciousness.


    And Venom had developed a particularly advanced awareness.


    This allowed it to regulate its own absorption patterns, shifting its intake of elemental energy in ways no ordinary plant could. It wasn¡¯t just absorbing energy¡ªit was making choices.


    And that, in itself, was unprecedented.


    "I need to distribute the energy flow between plants with greater precision," Devor explained.


    He reached toward a nearby dark-rooted vine, running his fingers over its surface as he spoke.


    "Take a single plant, for example. To create harmony, I have to allocate 12% lightning energy, 33% fire energy, and spread the remaining across other elements until it reaches a full balance of 100%."


    He let his words sink in before continuing.


    "My method doesn¡¯t rely on some fixed formula¡ªit¡¯s not something you can copy from a scroll." He turned his gaze toward Venom, his black eyes reflecting the dim glow of the spiritual formation surrounding them.


    "It depends entirely on the intuition of the Spiritual Farmer."


    The Venom Spiritual Tree trembled, listening carefully.


    "And when it comes to stabilizing the energy you absorb and helping you refine it more efficiently," Devor admitted, "that¡¯s something I can¡¯t do for you."


    He exhaled slowly, his expression thoughtful.


    "Your absorption patterns are constantly shifting. They¡¯re unpredictable. It¡¯s the same with my Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique¡ªI have to absorb different amounts of energy from the five fundamental elements to match my body¡¯s changing needs."


    At first glance, Devor¡¯s approach to cultivating a tree might have seemed absurd.


    But in practice¡ª


    It was as if he were teaching the tree how to cultivate.


    A moment later, Venom trembled again, conveying a clear intent.


    Devor¡¯s expression shifted slightly.


    "You¡­ want me to treat you like the other plants?" His brow furrowed. "You want me to regulate your growth the same way I do for them?"


    The Venom Spiritual Tree shook more intensely, its excitement unmistakable.


    If it had a physical form, Devor imagined it would be nodding furiously, its branches flailing in enthusiasm.


    But Devor didn''t share its excitement.


    Instead, he tilted his head back, gazing up at Venom¡¯s dark purple leaves swaying above him.


    His voice was calm¡ªbut there was a weight behind his words.


    "Do you even understand what I had to go through to reach my current level?"


    The air grew heavier.


    The tree''s tremors slowed.


    "I ran countless experiments," Devor continued. His voice was steady, but his eyes carried a distant, unreadable light.


    "And you know I¡¯m not some flawless cultivator who gets everything right on the first try."


    A flicker of memory surfaced¡ªhis earliest days at the Azure Sky Sect.


    The nights spent buried in research.


    The dozens, then hundreds, of plants he had tested, each one failing, withering, dying.


    A faint, almost amused smile tugged at Devor¡¯s lips.


    "I sacrificed hundreds of plants¡ªall in the name of progress." His fingers absentmindedly traced the texture of a nearby vine. "They withered, rotted, and collapsed, all part of my learning process."


    He finally glanced back at Venom, a sharp, expectant gleam in his eyes.


    "If you¡¯re fine with that¡­ then I don¡¯t mind either."


    Venom¡¯s entire trunk shuddered, a faint ripple passing through its bark.


    Devor¡¯s voice remained casual, almost intrigued.


    "In fact," he murmured, "I¡¯m quite curious myself..."


    His smile deepened¡ªbut this wasn¡¯t the calm, pleasant smile he usually wore.


    There was something different about it.


    Something cold.


    Something unsettling.


    Venom suddenly felt an instinctive chill crawl up its trunk.


    For the first time in its existence¡ª


    It hesitated.


    Devor was serious.


    This wasn¡¯t some abstract experiment anymore.


    It was a direct trial, and if something went wrong¡ª


    Venom would be the one paying the price.


    Rising to his feet, Devor placed a hand against Venom¡¯s thick trunk, his fingers gliding over its rough surface.


    He spoke lightly, his tone almost playful.


    "Don¡¯t worry," he said.


    "If I fail and you die¡­"


    His black eyes gleamed.


    "I promise I¡¯ll keep your massive trunk in my home as a tribute¡ªan eternal reminder of your noble sacrifice as my experimental subject."


    The Venom Spiritual Tree trembled violently.


    Devor chuckled softly.


    Finally¡ª


    It understood why his smile had felt so terrifying.


    This wasn¡¯t a cultivation lesson.


    This was a gambler¡¯s bet.


    And Venom had just placed its own life on the table.

 Chapter 85 - Cultivating Harmony

    Devor hadn¡¯t received a response from Nyuru for several days.


    Had she been caught up in sect duties? Or was she choosing not to reply?


    The uncertainty lingered in the back of his mind, but he refused to let it disrupt his work.


    Falling into a steady, controlled routine, Devor immersed himself in his research, refining his methods and expanding the foundation of his experiments.


    As he stepped into the Poison Element Garden, his eyes immediately landed on the Bloodbane Lotus¡ªa genuine Sky-Grade specimen.


    Positioned at the heart of the garden, the lotus pulsed faintly, its energy influencing the surrounding plants like the beating of a great heart.


    But what stood out most was the thick, purple energy stream extending outward from the lotus, linking six other plants into a perfectly symmetrical hexagonal pattern.


    Devor''s gaze sharpened.


    With a mere thought, he activated his Spiritual Analyzer ability.


    [ Plant Name: Bloodbane Lotus ]


    [ Quality: Sky Grade-B ]


    [ Status: Very Good ]


    [ Essence: 100/100 ]


    The plant was in perfect condition, meaning it was fully prepared for more rigorous experimentation.


    Devor stroked his chin, murmuring to himself, ¡°I can push it to Earth Grade-A, but achieving harmony with other Earth-Grade plants is where the real challenge begins."


    He had successfully upgraded plants to Grade-A before, but synchronizing them into a stable formation was far more difficult.


    Not all Grade-A plants were compatible enough to coexist in harmony.


    One miscalculation¡ªand the entire foundation would collapse, forcing him to start over.


    Devor narrowed his eyes. A direct upgrade isn¡¯t the answer. He need a different approach.


    Pulling out his notebook, Devor flipped through pages filled with notes, calculations, and previous test results.


    "First, I need to establish a foundation of harmony. I¡¯ve already identified six Earth-Grade plants and one Sky-Grade plant that can form a strong synergy."


    He grabbed his pen and jotted down a few more observations.


    ¡°Once the Bloodbane Lotus reaches Grade-A, I can use the Venom Spiritual Tree to guide the six others, ensuring they absorb the energy from the lotus efficiently.¡±


    This was the first phase of his experiment¡ªturning the Bloodbane Lotus into the central core that would support the evolution of the six supporting plants.


    Devor¡¯s eyes flickered with calculation.


    "A hexagonal energy flow is the most efficient structure."


    If each plant was connected through the Bloodbane Lotus, the energy flow would be balanced, allowing each species to adjust and evolve naturally.


    He scribbled rapidly, refining his approach.


    "Once the Bloodbane Lotus reaches Grade-A, I can start upgrading the six others simultaneously. That way, as they evolve, they¡¯ll adapt to one another in real time."


    Every plant¡ªand every living being, for that matter¡ªadjusted to its environment.


    His plan was straightforward:


    Establish a foundational harmony among the plants.


    Construct a stable formation where they could evolve together.


    The core plant had to be of the highest quality, capable of maintaining balance.


    That was why Devor had chosen a Sky-Grade specimen as the centerpiece¡ªit had the greatest potential for controlled evolution.


    If the core was stable, the supporting plants could grow without resistance.


    However, if the supporting plants advanced first, the entire formation could collapse due to imbalanced energy flows.


    Devor tapped his pen against the page, reviewing his calculations.


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    This was the safest path forward.


    Nearby, the Venom Spiritual Tree silently observed Devor, letting out a quiet sigh in its mind.


    Who would have thought that a cultivator like Devor would be more engrossed in gardening experiments than in chasing raw power?


    Venom had encountered some cultivators over the years, and their ambitions were always the same.


    Power. Strength. Domination.


    That included Juyin, the man who had raised Venom since childhood.


    Juyin¡¯s hunger for power had always been ferocious, almost devouring in nature.


    At times, Venom had even feared him, keeping a cautious distance.


    But Devor¡­


    Devor was different.


    Perhaps it was because he was blessed by nature itself.


    Venom had seen many aura patterns before¡ªglimpsed into the deepest desires of cultivators.


    Some burned like raging infernos, desperate for dominion.


    Others were cold and calculating, hungering for immortality and control.


    But in Devor¡¯s case¡ª


    There was no thirst for power.


    Only insatiable curiosity.


    It was as if Devor was walking across a vast, blank parchment, his eyes scanning each and every unwritten word, eager to decipher the secrets hidden within.


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    Just like that, four days passed in the blink of an eye.


    It had now been over a week since Devor had sent his letter to Nyuru.


    This morning, while he was cultivating near the Venom Spiritual Tree, a shadow swept across the sky.


    Devor¡¯s eyes snapped open as a streak of motion descended toward him.


    A messenger bird.


    His anticipation sharpened.


    The bird landed swiftly on his shoulder, its talons light as a feather, and carefully placed a small cloth-wrapped package into his hands before taking off again, vanishing into the canopy above.


    Devor didn¡¯t waste a second.


    Unwrapping the bundle, he found a spatial ring¡ªdeep blue with delicate golden patterns etched along its surface.


    His gaze flickered with curiosity.


    The ring wasn¡¯t locked, meaning Nyuru had left it open for him to inspect immediately.


    He slipped it onto his finger and scanned the contents within.


    A slight crease formed between his brows.


    The ring held dozens of small bottles, each filled with a different liquid, their shimmering hues ranging from crimson red to midnight black to translucent silver.


    Each bottle was labeled meticulously, indicating unique alchemical compositions.


    But what puzzled Devor most was that¡ª


    There were at least a dozen letters inside.


    "Why would Nyuru send me so many elixir bottles?"


    His confusion only deepened as he pulled out the stack of letters, his fingers flipping through them with growing amusement.


    A chuckle escaped him.


    He wasn¡¯t particularly excited about the elixirs themselves¡ªbut the sheer volume of responses from Nyuru brought an unexpected sense of genuine satisfaction.


    It meant that within these letters, there was knowledge.


    Valuable insights that he desperately needed.


    Tucking the bottles away for later, Devor opened the first letter and quickly scanned its contents.


    ¡°Come back to the sect, and you can study alchemy in depth.¡±


    ¡°Why are you only starting to take alchemy seriously now¡ªafter you¡¯ve run off so far away from the sect?¡±


    Devor smirked.


    It was such a Nyuru-like response.


    Sharp. Direct. Laced with just the right amount of exasperation.


    He could almost hear her voice saying it, accompanied by a pointed glare.


    Nyuru had always been like that¡ªlogical and pragmatic, but with a streak of dry humor that made her lectures bearable.


    She wasn¡¯t the type to sugarcoat things.


    And she definitely wasn¡¯t the type to approve of him experimenting recklessly on his own.


    He continued reading.


    "What you mentioned before is quite interesting."


    "The ingredients you combined weren¡¯t wrong, but in alchemy, you need to control the temperature, add stabilizing agents, and follow precise steps."


    "So, the failure you described wasn¡¯t because the ingredients were incompatible¡ªit was because your execution was flawed."


    Devor¡¯s fingers tightened slightly around the letter.


    He exhaled slowly, deep in thought.


    "I used my Ultimate Synthesis ability to determine the possible combinations for the elixir inside the furnace..."


    The ability was powerful, but it wasn¡¯t omniscient.


    It could reveal which ingredients were compatible, but if his refinement method was flawed, the result would still be¡­ unstable.


    Ultimate Synthesis wasn¡¯t an instant mastery technique.


    It was a tool¡ªand like all tools, it could be misused.


    He continued reading.


    "Your success could be considered pure luck."


    "Your method was unique¡ªusing White Cloud Elixir as a base to weaken the Bloodbane Lotus before adding the Godly Flower Seed as a secondary ingredient while the plant was in a weakened state?"


    "And you claim it worked."


    There was a pause in the writing, as if Nyuru had stopped to process his insanity before continuing.


    "But I noticed that you cooked the elixir using a method meant for a completely different type of elixir, didn¡¯t you?"


    "That¡¯s why I said you were lucky."


    "Copying an existing elixir-making process to create a new elixir carries a high risk of failure."


    Devor ran a hand through his hair, his smirk widening.


    Even through the ink on the page, Nyuru¡¯s voice carried that same familiar tone¡ªa mix of amusement, mild disapproval, and begrudging respect for his unpredictability.


    His smirk faded slightly.


    "What kind of failure was Nyuru referring to?"


    As far as he understood, the elixir hadn¡¯t lost any of its essential properties.


    It hadn¡¯t burned, spoiled, or collapsed in structure.


    So why was she warning him so seriously?


    There was only one possibility.


    The failure she was talking about wasn¡¯t about the elixir itself¡ª


    It was about the unknown consequences it could create.


    Devor shifted his focus back to the letter.


    "I¡¯ve refined a few of the elixirs based on the ingredients you mentioned."


    "I¡¯ve detailed everything in the next letter¡ªtheir effects, what makes them different, and what you should watch for."


    "Test them yourself. Figure out which one is best suited for the Bloodbane Lotus."


    His eyes gleamed.


    This was perfect.


    Nyuru had refined and improved the elixirs based on his foundation.


    This meant he now had a stable reference point¡ªa solid baseline from which to develop his own techniques further.


    It also meant something else.


    She had taken his experiments seriously.


    Despite her usual sarcasm and critiques, she had actually invested time into improving his work¡ªsomething she wouldn¡¯t have done if she didn¡¯t see potential in his method.


    The more Devor thought about it, the more excited he became.


    "Ultimate Synthesis isn¡¯t a shortcut¡ªit¡¯s a compass. Whether in alchemy or spiritual farming, it guides me toward the best combinations, refining both my experiments and cultivation methods. If I master these techniques, I can elevate my craft to new heights."


    But mastery was never easy. The real challenge was just beginning.

 Chapter 86 - The Breaking Point

    Devor scanned the list of elixirs on the parchment Nyuru had provided, carefully reading through each one.


    He had to admit¡ªNyuru¡¯s notes were exceptionally thorough.


    She didn¡¯t just list the effects of each elixir.


    She broke down their intended uses, detailing how they interacted with plant structures, elemental affinities, and energy refinement.


    Some elixirs were designed to fortify roots, strengthening a plant¡¯s foundation.


    Others helped purge excess energy, preventing spiritual overaccumulation.


    A few focused on enhancing essence storage, increasing long-term resilience.


    Every elixir had a purpose, and choosing the right one was a matter of precision, not luck.


    Devor¡¯s gaze flickered with thought.


    "Alchemy isn¡¯t just about mixing ingredients¡ªit¡¯s about understanding how their properties change when combined, refined, and absorbed."


    His next step was critical.


    As he read, a thought surfaced in his mind.


    "I need to work with Nyuru in the future if I want to sell Portable Gardens."


    So far, their knowledge exchange had been purely based on mutual curiosity and intellectual collaboration.


    But if he was serious about commercialization, he needed more than an informal alliance.


    Nyuru was one of the best alchemists in the Azure Sky Sect. If he wanted his Portable Gardens to become a valuable, large-scale product, her expertise would be indispensable.


    Devor leaned back slightly, exhaling.


    "Anyone can learn Spiritual Farming and Alchemy," he murmured. "But to master them, you have to invest time, effort, and failure."


    He knew that better than anyone.


    He had a sharp mind, capable of absorbing complex theories from books at a glance.


    But knowledge alone wasn¡¯t true understanding.


    What had brought him to his current level wasn¡¯t just studying¡ª


    It was the thousands of failures, the countless hours of trial and error, the relentless refinement of techniques.


    And alchemy was no different from farming.


    If he wanted to truly integrate alchemy into his cultivation methods, he needed to work with it firsthand¡ªnot just rely on Nyuru¡¯s instructions.


    Devor stood up and made his way toward the Poison Element Garden, stepping through the protective formation.


    Soon, he arrived at the heart of the garden, where the Bloodbane Lotus stood.


    Crouching down, he studied the plant closely.


    Its thick, stable roots pulsed with refined poison-element energy¡ªdeeply integrated, nearly impossible to uproot.


    But its petals¡­


    They were delicate, fragile enough to wither under an unstable energy influx.


    Devor narrowed his eyes.


    "That means I need an elixir that reinforces the petals¡ªsomething that enhances resilience without disrupting energy flow."


    One by one, he eliminated unsuitable choices, setting aside four sheets of parchment.


    "The Bloodbane Lotus doesn¡¯t absorb raw Spiritual Energy," he mused aloud. "It only takes in processed energy with a poison-element affinity, sourced from the Venom Spiritual Tree."


    That meant it already had a built-in purification process¡ªit didn¡¯t need an elixir that filtered impurities.


    Instead, he needed something that:


    Reinforced delicate structures (Petal Fortification).


    Enhanced energy absorption without disrupting balance.


    Had a poison-element affinity for optimal synergy.


    He cross-referenced Nyuru¡¯s notes with his own observations.


    Time slipped away as he analyzed every variable.


    By the time he looked up, the sun was setting, casting a deep orange glow across the garden.


    In his hand, only three sheets remained.


    "That means there are three possible elixirs that could work." Devor furrowed his brows. "None of them have fatal drawbacks. But which one is the best?"


    One of the three stood out¡ªan elixir that Nyuru had personally refined from one of his older formulas.


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    Out of six variations, only one had proven compatible with the Bloodbane Lotus.


    Devor reached into his Spatial Ring and retrieved a small vial.


    Inside, a deep purple liquid shimmered, speckled with tiny white and black seeds.


    He turned the vial slowly in his fingers.


    "Nyuru altered the formula. She replaced the original white liquid with seeds from a specific plant. The base of this elixir has an incredibly dense and potent poison-element energy."


    For the first time, hesitation flickered across his face.


    Would it work?


    Or would it introduce an unforeseen variable¡ªone that even Nyuru hadn¡¯t accounted for?


    Before he could decide, a faint tremor passed through the air.


    The Venom Spiritual Tree, which had remained silent all this time, suddenly shuddered for a few seconds.


    Devor¡¯s eyes flickered toward it.


    An impression¡ªalmost like a whisper¡ªsurfaced in his mind.


    Not words, but an impulse. A reminder.


    A wake-up call.


    His expression shifted.


    Then¡ªhe smacked his forehead.


    "That¡¯s right."


    "I have money."


    "I¡¯m wealthy enough to buy more Bloodbane Lotus seeds if this one doesn¡¯t survive."


    A small chuckle escaped him.


    He turned to the Venom Spiritual Tree, shaking his head in amusement.


    "Thanks," he said. "I almost forgot something so simple."


    Sometimes, having too much data and worrying about success rates made him overthink things.


    It clouded his decision-making.


    But risks were part of cultivation.


    Part of discovery.


    He exhaled, relaxing his grip on doubt.


    His gaze returned to the vial in his hand, and his fingers tightened around it.


    "If it fails, I can try again."


    "If it succeeds, I push cultivation to new heights."


    Devor¡¯s smirk returned.


    "In that case¡­ I choose you."


    Holding the purple elixir, its black and white seeds swirling within, he stood.


    Tomorrow, the experiment would begin.


    And whatever happened next¡­


    He was ready.


    ??????


    The next morning, Devor awoke before the sun had even risen.


    His breathing was steady, his mind sharp.


    After cleansing himself with Spiritual Energy, he wasted no time heading toward the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    By the time he arrived, the first light of dawn was breaking over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of violet and gold.


    He rested a hand on Venom¡¯s thick trunk, offering a quiet greeting before settling down nearby.


    As he sank into meditation, he retrieved a Cultivation Pill, rolling it between his fingers before swallowing it whole.


    These pills weren¡¯t ordinary.


    Refined specifically for his body¡¯s constitution, they accelerated his cultivation process significantly. Combined with the cultivation technique he had refined alongside Master Nie, his progress had reached levels he never could have imagined in the past.


    Even so, there were gaps in his foundation.


    He had once cultivated using a Five-Element Garden, each section brimming with refined elemental energy.


    But now?


    That garden was gone, and he had yet to fully replicate its benefits.


    An hour later, as the sun fully emerged over the sky, Devor slowly opened his eyes.


    It was time.


    Stretching his body, Devor exhaled deeply before turning toward Venom.


    "Alright, Venom. You ready?"


    There was a subtle note of excitement in his voice.


    "We both need to keep a close eye on this. If you notice anything off, let me know. I''m not all-seeing¡ªI can''t catch everything instantly."


    The Venom Spiritual Tree trembled slightly, signaling its readiness.


    With that, Devor stepped into the Poison Element Garden, making his way toward the Bloodbane Lotus.


    It was still lush and thriving, its crimson petals shimmering under the morning light.


    He placed a gentle hand on the plant, whispering, "Let''s hope this works."


    Then, retrieving the elixir vial from his Spatial Ring, he held it firmly.


    The black and white seeds swirled within the deep purple liquid, pulsing with barely restrained energy.


    Uncapping the bottle, he began dripping the elixir onto the Bloodbane Lotus.


    One drop at a time.


    At first, there was no change.


    Then¡ª


    At the twentieth drop, a sudden shockwave of energy rippled through the plant.


    The stem and leaves began to wither rapidly, their once-vibrant energy collapsing as though drained of strength.


    Devor¡¯s eyes narrowed.


    Through his keen spiritual perception, he could see the white seeds behaving like a deadly toxin, breaking down the plant¡¯s structure at an alarming rate.


    Meanwhile, the purple liquid seeped into the soil, feeding directly into the roots¡ªoffering crucial early support.


    And then¡ª


    The black seeds remained motionless, hovering within the petals.


    Waiting.


    Devor immediately stopped pouring and stepped back, increasing his distance.


    "Send energy," he commanded.


    The Venom Spiritual Tree reacted instantly, releasing a surge of deep purple energy, wrapping the Bloodbane Lotus in a nurturing aura.


    Meanwhile, Devor activated Spiritual Analyzer, his mind focused entirely on the numbers appearing before him.


    [ Essence: 87/100 ]


    It was dropping.


    Fast.


    Within seconds, the essence had fallen to 63/100.


    Devor¡¯s breath slowed.


    The plant had reached a critical threshold.


    If the decline continued¡­


    "It won¡¯t survive."


    Then, as if sensing its own crisis, the black seeds within the petals suddenly shifted.


    Like a living organism, they were devoured by the petals, absorbed in an instant.


    Devor held his breath.


    Now, everything depended on how the plant adapted.


    Thirty seconds passed.


    Then¡ª


    The essence counter ticked upward.


    [ Essence: 64/100 ]


    Then 65.


    Then 66.


    Devor let out a slow breath.


    It had survived the worst of it.


    Now came the recovery phase.


    He didn¡¯t waste time.


    "Now, Venom!"


    His voice cut through the air.


    The next step was crucial¡ª


    To push the Bloodbane Lotus further, forcing its body to evolve at an accelerated rate.


    Venom unleashed a wave of pressure, surrounding the plant with dense energy, testing its limits.


    Devor¡¯s eyes flickered as he fine-tuned the intensity, adjusting between moments of relief and moments of strain.


    Unexpectedly, the process dragged on for ten full minutes.


    Sky-Grade plants weren¡¯t fragile.


    They had extraordinary resilience, capable of withstanding even the harshest environmental stress tests.


    At the fifteen-minute mark, just as Devor was about to tell Venom to increase the pressure¡ª


    Something unexpected happened.


    A new stalk sprouted from the Bloodbane Lotus.


    Devor¡¯s pulse spiked.


    He quickly signaled Venom to stop, his eyes fixed on the emerging growth.


    The stalk was a deep, dark black¡ªsimilar to before.


    But something was different.


    The energy it emitted was even darker.


    More ferocious.


    More merciless.


    A chill ran down Devor¡¯s spine.


    He activated Spiritual Analyzer again, his heart pounding slightly.


    [ Plant Name: Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus ]


    [ Quality: Sky-Grade (B/A) ]


    [ Status: Very Weak ]


    [ Essence: 56/100 ]


    ¡°¡­It worked?¡±


    His voice was barely above a whisper.


    He hadn¡¯t expected success¡ªnot this fast.


    But that was how grade advancement worked.


    It wasn¡¯t about instant power.


    It was about surviving the breaking point and emerging stronger.


    Now came the next phase¡ª


    Nurturing and restoration.


    Whether the plant successfully transitioned from Grade-B to Grade-A depended entirely on its recovery process.


    Devor took a deep breath.


    "That''s enough, Venom. Start healing it now."


    As Venom¡¯s energy shifted into a gentler flow, Devor exhaled in relief.


    Only now did he notice¡ª


    His body was drenched in sweat.


    He felt like he had been practicing sword techniques for hours without rest.


    Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, both physically and mentally.


    Yet, despite the fatigue, he couldn¡¯t stop himself from smiling.


    He was one step closer.


    One step closer to creating the Portable Garden of the future.


    And perhaps¡ª


    One step closer to something even greater.

 Chapter 87 - Shadows of Ambition

    The first attempt was a success¡ªthe Bloodbane Lotus had survived the transformation.


    Now, there was a real chance for it to reach Grade-A quality.


    But survival wasn¡¯t enough.


    Now came the next challenge¡ªrestoration.


    Most cultivators would find it incredibly difficult to nurse a weakened, evolving plant back to full strength.


    But Devor?


    This was where he excelled.


    He had spent years testing, refining, and cultivating techniques that allowed him to restore even the most delicate and unstable Spiritual Plants.


    And with Venom¡¯s help, at least half the work would be handled by the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    Devor assigned Venom to regulate a constant, stable flow of energy into the Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus.


    At this stage, direct intervention wasn¡¯t ideal.


    Instead, the best approach was to let the plant heal naturally before applying any external assistance.


    For an entire day, Devor and Venom worked together, carefully adjusting the exact energy density needed to accelerate recovery without causing instability.


    By the time Devor finished recording their findings, he finally let out a sigh of relief.


    Now, all he had to do was wait¡ªa few days, maybe even weeks¡ªwhile monitoring the plant¡¯s progress and stability.


    The following days were peaceful.


    To make good use of his time, Devor added sword training and body refinement to his daily routine.


    His strength had grown considerably, but he knew that cultivation alone wasn¡¯t enough.


    He needed to refine his battle instincts, ensuring that he wasn¡¯t just a master of Spiritual Plants, but a cultivator capable of holding his own against powerful foes.


    At the same time, he penned two letters¡ªone to Yulin and another to Nyuru.


    To Yulin, he provided a detailed update on his experiment¡¯s progress.


    To Nyuru, he expressed his gratitude and shared his latest findings in plant-based alchemy.


    In his letter to Nyuru, he mentioned something critical¡ª


    He was close to creating a highly fertile Portable Garden, specifically designed for growing Spiritual Plants.


    The plants cultivated within this garden wouldn¡¯t just be ordinary¡ªthey would be vastly superior to those grown through conventional methods.


    In the last sect competition, he had demonstrated that his methods could ensure that every plant reached Grade-A quality.


    The higher the plant¡¯s quality, the greater the value of the resources derived from them.


    That meant:


    More potent alchemical ingredients.


    More valuable medicinal properties.


    Higher-tier pill refinement.


    For now, however, he was only confident in creating a Portable Garden attuned to the Poison element.


    Other elements would take more time to develop.


    "Harmonizing with the five basic elements would make everything more versatile," Devor mused. "If I could cultivate a balanced five-element environment, it could support all kinds of plants¡ªno matter their attribute."


    But there was one problem¡ª


    Venom wasn¡¯t his.


    That realization made him pause.


    "I keep using Venom to refine Poison-element plants¡­ but what happens when I need to do the same for Metal, Water, or Fire-based plants?"


    This was a long-term problem, one he would have to solve sooner or later.


    On the fifth day, two messenger birds arrived.


    One carried a letter from Nyuru.


    The other, from Yulin.


    Nyuru was highly intrigued by his Portable Garden concept.


    Even though it was only attuned to Poison-element Spiritual Plants, her mind immediately jumped to its business potential.


    If he could mass-produce high-quality Poison-based plants, she could:


    Refine superior-grade ingredients.


    Craft enhanced elixirs and pills.


    Sell those products for an absolute fortune.


    Nyuru¡¯s entrepreneurial instincts were kicking in.


    But Devor could also sense something else¡ª


    Nyuru wasn¡¯t just excited.


    She was calculating.


    If she saw the economic potential, then it was only a matter of time before others did too.


    Which meant¡ª


    He wouldn¡¯t be the only one interested in cultivating Portable Gardens.


    Yulin¡¯s letter carried a completely different tone.


    She was pleased with Devor¡¯s progress and accomplishments, but she also seemed concerned.


    She strongly advised him not to make his project public too soon.


    "Speak with me first before you release anything."


    "I have a few strategies that could help you."


    Devor tapped his fingers against the letter, deep in thought. "Is Sister Yulin worried that my project might cause a stir in the cultivation world?"


    It wasn¡¯t an unfounded fear.


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    History was full of forgotten innovators¡ªindividuals who had made groundbreaking discoveries, only for their ideas to be claimed by those with greater power and influence.


    Even in the cultivation world, knowledge was a commodity¡ªone that people were willing to kill for.


    Devor frowned slightly. "She has a point."


    He had already planned to seek protection, support, or form alliances with influential figures.


    But having Yulin¡¯s guidance would give him a stronger position when dealing with the larger world of cultivation sects, merchant guilds, and alchemical factions.


    Since Yulin had offered her help, there was no reason to refuse.


    After reading both letters, Devor carefully penned his replies.


    To Nyuru, he acknowledged her enthusiasm and promised to refine his Portable Garden methods further before making them widely available.


    To Yulin, he assured her that he would consult with her first before any public release, recognizing the potential risks involved.


    Once the letters were sealed, he sent them off via messenger bird, bound for the Azure Sky Sect.


    As he watched the birds disappear into the sky, a thought lingered in his mind.


    "I¡¯m close¡­ but the real challenge hasn¡¯t even begun yet."


    If his research continued progressing, it wouldn¡¯t just be his allies who took notice.


    It would be powerful figures from across the cultivation world¡ª


    Some who would seek to support him¡­


    And some who would seek to claim his knowledge for themselves.


    As the messenger bird disappeared into the horizon, a faint vibration pulsed from within Devor¡¯s robe.


    His Communication Token had been activated.


    Devor carried several tokens, each tied to important figures. The others he had acquired in Vinix City were safely stored inside his Spatial Ring, untouched.


    Reaching into his robe, he found that the active token belonged to the Sect Master.


    His brows lifted slightly.


    Holding the token in his palm, he channeled a small amount of energy into it.


    A moment later, the Sect Master¡¯s deep, authoritative voice echoed from within.


    "Your book was officially published in the sect today."


    "The sect has also announced it to the disciples."


    Devor¡¯s expression shifted slightly. "It¡¯s out already?"


    The Sect Master paused briefly before continuing.


    "The book you wrote is no simple work. It took quite some time to refine it into something suitable for public consumption."


    A small smirk formed on Devor¡¯s lips.


    His original manuscript had been rough¡ªmore of a personal research document than an actual book meant for mass reading.


    The sect had assigned a team to refine and expand upon his work, ensuring that it was structured in a way easily understood by the disciples.


    But more importantly¡ª


    A Hall Master had personally gotten involved in the revisions.


    That alone proved how valuable his insights were.


    The Art of Creation wasn¡¯t something the average cultivator could grasp easily. The very concept challenged traditional cultivation philosophies.


    That meant the final version of the book was likely far more detailed than what he had originally written.


    The Sect Master¡¯s voice grew slightly heavier.


    "This book is no ordinary creation¡­"


    "You¡¯ve taken an important step forward. One day, you may come to realize that this is one of the most valuable contributions you¡¯ve made to your own future."


    And then¡ª


    The message ended.


    Devor remained silent, turning the Sect Master¡¯s words over in his mind. "One of the most valuable contributions to my future?"


    The phrasing was curious¡ªalmost as if the Sect Master was hinting at something beyond mere recognition.


    The Art of Creation was the Dao Embryo that had been acknowledged by the system.


    Which meant¡­


    If more people recognized his Dao, would that, in turn, strengthen his Dao itself?


    It was a possibility.


    After all, in the cultivation world, high-level masters often gave public lectures, sharing their insights. Even the Sect Master held lectures once every few decades.


    Could there be a deeper significance to sharing one''s cultivation path?


    Regardless, Devor felt no regrets about his decision.


    If his ideas could reshape cultivation in the future, then the book was merely the first step.


    Still¡ª


    "Since my book has been published in the sect, shouldn¡¯t I receive some Enlightenment Realm Points?"


    It was an instinctive thought.


    The system, which rarely spoke, was so silent that Devor sometimes forgot it even existed.


    With a mental command, he pulled up his profile screen.


    [ Name: Devor Li ]


    [ Gender: Male ]


    [ Age: 20/234 ]


    [ Cultivation: Stage-2 Foundation Building Realm ]


    [ Spiritual Energy: 8367/8367 ]


    [ Spiritual Root: Five-Color Root ]


    [ Knowledge: 191 Books ]


    [ Enlightenment Realm Points: 145/100 (tap to access) ]


    [ Abilities: Ultimate Synthesis, Spiritual Analyzer, Ultimate Comprehension (Lv3) ]


    Devor¡¯s eyes widened slightly.


    "One hundred forty-five!?"


    "When did it increase this much?!"


    That was nearly triple his previous amount.


    He had expected a small increase, but this?


    Even as someone accustomed to rapid growth, this was an unexpected jump.


    Before he could think further, the Venom Spiritual Tree trembled slightly.


    Sensing his sudden shift in energy, it seemed to be asking¡ª


    Did something bad happen?


    Devor coughed lightly, waving it off. "It¡¯s nothing, I was just thinking about something, hahaha!"


    His smile remained casual, but internally, his mind was racing.


    Devor had always treated the system as a tool¡ªnothing more.


    It had helped him progress, but he had never relied on it blindly.


    He knew better than to place his entire future in the hands of something he didn¡¯t fully understand.


    After all¡ª


    If word of the system ever got out, what would happen to him?


    At best, he¡¯d be hunted down by powerful figures who wanted to claim its secrets.


    At worst¡ª


    He¡¯d be kidnapped, dissected, and experimented on, his body and soul ripped apart in a desperate attempt to uncover its mysteries.


    No¡ª


    This was something he had to keep hidden, no matter what.


    After calming Venom¡¯s curiosity, he refocused.


    "Should I try it?"


    The Enlightenment Realm¡ªthe system¡¯s core function¡ªwas likely his greatest advantage.


    But unlike Alchemy or Cultivation, this was something he couldn¡¯t afford to be reckless with.


    His experience with Ultimate Synthesis had already taught him a valuable lesson.


    The system was not a shortcut.


    It was merely a multiplier¡ªa tool that enhanced what was already there.


    If his foundation was weak, no amount of Enlightenment Realm access would change that.


    Taking a deep breath, Devor suppressed his curiosity.


    "I¡¯ll wait."


    "I¡¯m not ready yet."


    Instead of rushing into the unknown, he turned his focus to solidifying his foundation.


    "I¡¯ve only just perfected the Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique up to the Foundation Building stage."


    "I should integrate Senior Juyin¡¯s technique into it as well."


    And more importantly¡ª


    "I should refine the Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique all the way to the Golden Core stage, and with Master Nie''s guidance, I will perfect it to its peak."


    If he wanted to fully harness his Enlightenment Realm points, then he needed to perfect his cultivation technique first.


    Then¡ª


    He would see what the Enlightenment Realm had to offer.


    With newfound determination, Devor set his plans in motion.


    ??????


    Meanwhile, far from where Devor was, deep within the Azure Sky Sect, a vast serene field stretched beneath the golden light of the afternoon sun.


    The air was crisp, carrying the scent of blooming spirit grass, and a gentle wind rustled the leaves of towering ancient trees.


    In the heart of this tranquil landscape, a man and a young woman stood locked in discussion.


    The man was Master Nie, the Cultivation Hall Master of the Azure Sky Sect¡ªa figure whose name alone commanded respect and wariness across the sect.


    Before him stood his most promising disciple¡ªa captivating young woman named Qiun.


    At that moment, he was imparting a lesson in combat philosophy, but his words were suddenly cut short.


    His shoulders tensed.


    A sharp, icy chill surged through his body, as if an invisible blade had brushed past his skin.


    For an instant, the serene warmth of the field faded¡ªreplaced by a feeling of something dark, foreboding¡­ unnatural.


    Qiun, noticing the sudden change in her master¡¯s demeanor, furrowed her brows.


    "Master, what¡¯s wrong?" she asked.


    Her voice held genuine curiosity, but also a slight edge of concern.


    Master Nie¡¯s expression darkened.


    The shiver that had run down his spine wasn¡¯t ordinary¡ªit was a warning.


    The lingering cold refused to fade, clawing at the edges of his senses.


    His gaze sharpened, his voice calm yet edged with steel. "Which old fool is trying to make trouble for me this time?"


    Qiun¡¯s eyes widened slightly at her master¡¯s cryptic words.


    "Master, has an enemy made their move?" she asked, her tone now more serious.


    Master Nie exhaled slowly, his breath steady as he processed the sensation.


    "My cultivation technique is¡­ unique," he explained. "It hones a cultivator¡¯s sixth sense¡ªallowing me to perceive disturbances before they manifest. When something or someone poses a true threat, I feel it long before they act."


    Qiun¡¯s expression turned intense.


    This was why her master was so feared.


    Not only was he a peerless combatant, but he possessed an instinct that had saved him countless times.


    "Master, if you plan to send Senior Brother to cause chaos, please allow me to join the mission." Her voice carried an edge of anticipation. "I wish to test my own strength."


    Master Nie¡¯s lips curled into a smirk.


    "It¡¯s been years since someone dared to challenge me," he mused. "Perhaps it¡¯s time we see who is foolish enough to provoke the Azure Sky Sect."


    A faint ripple of killing intent flickered in his eyes.


    Qiun nodded firmly.


    It had been a long time since she had gotten involved in the darker side of the cultivation world.


    The sect had remained stable, unchallenged.


    But now¡­ something was stirring.


    Master Nie let out a low chuckle, but there was nothing warm about it.


    Over the years, many had attempted to undermine him¡ªpowerful figures who sought to tear down his legacy, dismantle his influence.


    Yet time and time again, he had outmaneuvered them.


    His instincts had never failed him.


    His enemies had either suffered crushing losses or been eliminated entirely.


    And this time¡ª


    Would be no different.


    Master Nie¡¯s gaze lifted toward the azure sky, his expression unreadable.


    Whoever was responsible for triggering this ominous feeling¡­


    They would be the ones to suffer.


    And he would make sure of it.

 Chapter 88 - Not Their Saint, But Their Creator

    The Enlightenment Realm filled Devor with excitement, but he knew he had to be patient.


    Rushing forward without a solid foundation would be reckless.


    For now, his focus remained on absorbing as much knowledge as possible¡ªpreparing himself for the moment when he would truly be ready to enter that mysterious domain.


    Yet¡­


    A persistent curiosity gnawed at him.


    "Could I use the Enlightenment Realm multiple times? And if so, would the cost remain stable?"


    If the price stayed consistent, he could achieve unimaginable growth, harvesting vast amounts of Enlightenment Realm Points over time.


    But if the cost increased¡­


    His ability to continue evolving through the Enlightenment Realm would diminish.


    "Would I eventually reach a point where I could no longer afford its insights?" The thought made him uneasy, but uncertainty was part of cultivation.


    For now, he pushed aside his curiosity and refocused on what truly mattered¡ª


    The Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus¡¯s recovery.


    During this time, Devor also continued teaching the Venom Spiritual Tree about Spiritual Plants, deepening its understanding of gardening and cultivation techniques.


    Venom had long been a passive force, a guardian of poison-element flora¡ªbut Devor wanted it to become something greater.


    If Venom could learn to tend a garden on its own, it would no longer be just a vessel for power¡ªit would be a true cultivator of life.


    To facilitate this, Devor planned to create a dedicated garden for Venom¡ªan environment where it could experiment and learn through experience.


    With such a garden, Devor wouldn¡¯t have to worry about failed harvests.


    However, in the Four Elements Garden, even a single failed experiment could disrupt the delicate harmony of energies he had carefully cultivated.


    "For now, I¡¯ll focus on stabilizing Venom¡¯s first independent garden¡­" Once that was perfected, he could take his experiments even further.


    On the tenth day, Devor confirmed his suspicions¡ª


    The Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus had fully restored the foundations of its body.


    But now, it needed external assistance to complete its recovery.


    This couldn¡¯t be just any assistance.


    The best possible nourishment was something Devor alone could provide¡ª


    His own Spiritual Essence.


    The Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique produced an exceptionally pure form of Spiritual Essence, far superior to ordinary spiritual energy.


    This made it ideal for nurturing Spiritual Plants.


    Using it as a supplemental support was, without question, the best approach.


    Devor sat cross-legged beside the Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus, steadying his breath.


    Closing his eyes, he reached inward, summoning the golden radiance of his Spiritual Essence.


    Slowly, the energy pulsed outward, flowing from within his body like a gentle river of light.


    With careful control, he enveloped the lotus, allowing the pure energy to seep into its structure¡ªtending to it with extreme care.


    And then¡ª


    He felt something.


    A presence.


    A whisper of emotion that wasn¡¯t his own.


    At first, it was faint. A mere echo within his consciousness.


    But as he deepened his connection, it grew stronger.


    It was coming from the Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus itself.


    For the first time, Devor could truly sense its emotions.


    It was like a young, inexperienced teenager, thrown into a cruel and unforgiving world.


    It had been forced to endure hardships beyond its years.


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    To survive, it had to adapt.


    To evolve, it had to become something greater.


    And beneath it all¡ª


    There was pain.


    Not the pain of a mortal wound, but the pain of struggling against the world itself.


    A tingling sensation spread through Devor¡¯s mind.


    The connection felt natural¡­ yet deeply unsettling.


    Was this what it meant to truly communicate with plants?


    For the first time in years, an unfamiliar feeling crept into Devor¡¯s heart.


    Guilt.


    "If every plant is a living being¡­ then I am cruel to them." Even as he continued channeling his Spiritual Essence into the lotus, his thoughts churned.


    He had always felt deeply connected to nature¡ªso much so that the Venom Spiritual Tree viewed him as a prophet of the natural elements.


    Yet, to reach this point, he had sacrificed countless plants.


    Was he truly nature¡¯s ally?


    Or was he its greatest tormentor?


    Others might trample over plants carelessly, granting them a swift death.


    But Devor?


    He subjected them to suffering.


    He forced them through trials.


    He used them to pave the way for his own ambitions.


    For the first time, he wondered¡ª


    "Am I worthy of their trust?" His grip on the flow of Spiritual Essence faltered.


    The Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus shuddered slightly, as if sensing his wavering emotions.


    Devor¡¯s breath steadied, and his golden energy stabilized once more.


    A new thought burned within him. "If this continues, I won¡¯t be able to conduct my experiments as freely as before."


    There would always be a part of him that hesitated.


    That doubted.


    Unless¡ª


    A new conviction took root in his heart.


    "I am neither their saint¡­ nor their enemy."


    This was his truth.


    His role was not to protect them from hardship.


    Nor was it to destroy them for personal gain.


    It was to shape them.


    To refine them.


    To elevate them beyond what they were meant to be.


    His Spiritual Essence was running low, and the connection with the plant began to fade.


    But his thoughts had never been clearer.


    Slowly opening his eyes, Devor murmured under his breath¡ª


    "I will not be their saint¡­ but their creator."


    His voice was quiet, but it carried a weight of finality.


    A statement not just of belief, but of purpose.


    A breeze rippled through the garden, and the Venom Spiritual Tree shuddered slightly.


    Something had shifted.


    Devor had unknowingly set the foundation for his Dao.


    And the path forward¡­


    Would be unlike any other.


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    In the days that followed, Devor devoted himself to cultivation with unwavering focus.


    It wasn¡¯t just about increasing his cultivation level.


    It was about replenishing his Spiritual Essence, ensuring that he could continue nurturing the Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus until it reached true completion.


    This was the greatest advantage of a cultivation technique attuned to nature.


    Its energy was vastly superior for tending plants compared to elixirs, spirit stones, or raw spiritual energy.


    While it wasn¡¯t the most lethal in battle, when it came to gardening and plant evolution, Devor¡¯s technique was unmatched.


    Every day, three times without fail, Devor channeled his golden-hued Spiritual Essence into the Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus.


    With each infusion, the plant¡¯s condition steadily improved.


    A new black stalk had begun to sprout from its center, slowly stretching toward the sky, becoming an integral part of the lotus¡¯s structure.


    Nearby, the Venom Spiritual Tree observed silently.


    For the first time in a long while, it felt something odd¡ª


    A strange, unfamiliar sensation that it could only describe as¡­ jealousy.


    It had always been the center of Devor¡¯s research, the plant that had received the most attention and care.


    But now¡ª


    Devor¡¯s undivided focus was on something else.


    Every time he infused the Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus with his Spiritual Essence, the lotus radiated with newfound vitality, as if it had just received the most soothing, rejuvenating massage.


    With Devor¡¯s Spiritual Essence, recovery was effortless.


    It was only a matter of time.


    And Venom¡­


    Couldn¡¯t help but wonder¡ª


    If it were weaker, if it were struggling¡ªwould he look at it the same way?


    The thought unsettled it.


    But it remained silent.


    Watching.


    Waiting.


    By the second week, the Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus was nearly fully restored.


    Today, as Devor activated his Spiritual Analyzer, a wave of satisfaction filled him.


    [ Plant Name: Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus ]


    [ Quality: Sky Grade-A ]


    [ Status: Good ]


    [ Essence: 98/100 ]


    His eyes gleamed. "It reached Grade-A!"


    After countless failures, adjustments, and setbacks¡ª


    He had succeeded.


    Devor took a deep breath, steadying himself.


    "Alright, this will be the final treatment," he murmured, settling into a cross-legged position beside the Abyssal Bloodbane Lotus.


    The healthier the plant, the faster the recovery process.


    Closing his eyes, he guided his Spiritual Essence outward, enveloping the lotus in a final wave of nourishing energy.


    Healing a plant with Spiritual Essence wasn¡¯t difficult¡ª


    It didn¡¯t require complex alchemical calculations or precise elemental balances.


    All he needed to do was identify the damaged areas and let his energy mend them naturally.


    "This is the true strength of the Five-Dragon Cultivation Technique when it comes to gardening."


    For ten full minutes, he continued the treatment.


    Until¡ª


    His Spiritual Essence depleted completely.


    As the session ended, he slowly opened his eyes.


    And the moment he did¡ª


    Something unexpected happened.


    The air shuddered.


    The garden¡¯s energy surged and trembled, as if reaching a long-awaited threshold.


    Devor¡¯s breath caught.


    He recognized this phenomenon.


    He had seen it before¡ª


    Back in the competition, when he had completed his first garden formation.


    A dark purple mist gathered above the plants, swirling like an ethereal tide.


    Then¡ª


    The mist began to rise, condensing into a thin veil five meters above the ground.


    "The golden veil should appear soon."


    But then¡ª


    Something different happened.


    Something wrong.


    Instead of gold, the veil that formed was gray¡ªso faint, it was almost nonexistent.


    Devor¡¯s heart pounded as he examined it more closely.


    The gray veil was incomplete, its surface speckled with patches of deep black, like fractures in a fragile shell.


    His mind raced.


    "Not a golden veil¡­ but a black one?" He frowned. "Why? What changed?"


    In the competition, his veil had manifested through the power of his Dao.


    But here?


    His Dao¡¯s full strength was still incomplete¡ªit had not yet fully manifested in this world.


    That meant the energy forming the veil had come solely from what had been cultivated within this very garden.


    And since this garden was dominated by poison-element plants¡ª


    It had produced a veil that matched them best.


    Devor exhaled, his shoulders relaxing slightly.


    Even though this was unexpected, it was still¡ª


    "A success." A faint smile played on his lips. "I did it. Again."


    He had once again manifested an energy veil within his garden.


    But this time¡ª


    It was different.


    This was not the golden veil of natural balance and harmony.


    It was something new.


    Something darker.


    Something that had never been recorded in the annals of Spiritual Farming.


    And deep within his mind, a single thought echoed¡ª


    "What happens¡­ if I keep going down this path?"

 Chapter 89 - The Trembling Tree

    The gray veil hovered over the garden, pulsing faintly, as if it were a living thing.


    Devor¡¯s excitement soared.


    It wasn¡¯t the golden barrier he had formed during the competition, but he had successfully created an energy veil once again.


    And that alone was invaluable.


    For the Poison-element plants thriving in this environment, this energy was like a second sky¡ªan atmosphere attuned perfectly to their needs.


    As thrilled as Devor was, the Venom Spiritual Tree stood in silent contemplation.


    It could feel it clearly.


    The garden¡¯s energy had transformed, its quality so extraordinary that even Venom itself found it irresistibly precious.


    And as Devor examined the veil, his attention absorbed elsewhere¡ª


    The Venom Spiritual Tree, with the quiet mischief of a thief, reached out and absorbed just a trace of the gray energy.


    A mere sliver.


    But the moment it did¡ª


    A small tremor ran through its massive trunk, sending a low, resonant vibration through the otherwise silent garden.


    Devor immediately froze.


    His senses, finely attuned to every shift in his garden¡¯s balance, instantly registered the change.


    He turned.


    His sharp gaze locked onto the trembling tree.


    The gray veil overhead had already been unstable, flickering on the edges of collapse.


    And now¡ª


    It had grown even thinner.


    His expression darkened, his voice sharper than a blade.


    "What do you think you¡¯re doing!?"


    The Venom Spiritual Tree stiffened.


    Even without words, it could feel the weight of his fury.


    "Didn¡¯t I already tell you not to absorb the energy barrier if it appears?!" Devor¡¯s frustration bled into his tone, his emotions raw and unchecked.


    The gray energy veil was fragile, still in its formative stage.


    Even the slightest energy loss could destabilize it completely.


    Hadn¡¯t Venom understood?


    Hadn¡¯t it known how much effort this had taken?


    The Venom Spiritual Tree trembled, a wave of guilt washing over it.


    But Devor wasn¡¯t done.


    "We¡¯ve worked so hard for this, and now, thanks to you, all of our effort is on the verge of being wasted!" His voice was colder now. "It just needed a little more time! Can you not control yourself for once!?"


    A flicker of anger flared in Devor¡¯s chest, and for the first time¡ª


    The Venom Spiritual Tree felt fear.


    It had never seen Devor like this before.


    Never heard his voice laced with this much frustration, this much betrayal.


    "If you don¡¯t want to cooperate," Devor snapped, "you should¡¯ve said so from the start."


    His tone was razor-sharp, cutting deeper than any blade.


    "I can find another Spiritual Tree to do this instead!"


    The Venom Spiritual Tree shook violently, its energy rippling outward in a frantic plea for forgiveness.


    If it had a human body, it would have thrown itself at Devor¡¯s feet, begging for another chance.


    But Devor didn¡¯t even look at it.


    He simply let out a cold snort, his anger refusing to subside.


    In truth, the tree had taken only a fraction of the gray energy¡ªjust enough to taste it.


    A mere curiosity-driven impulse.


    And if Devor had been thinking more clearly, he might have realized that the tree had been careful¡ªthat it had absorbed just enough to understand the energy, but not enough to truly damage the barrier.


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    But he wasn¡¯t thinking clearly.


    Because Devor carried scars¡ªscars from past failures that refused to heal.


    Years ago, his first garden had been destroyed, and with it, the gardens of other senior sect members¡ªincluding Yulin and Liara.


    The rage he had felt then, the helplessness, the bitter taste of loss¡ª


    It had stayed with him.


    Even after he had learned who was truly responsible, he had been powerless to act, forced to swallow his fury for his own survival.


    And now¡ª


    It was happening again.


    If the gray veil collapsed, he could rebuild it.


    But if someone else was responsible for its failure¡ª


    That was another story entirely.


    And so, Devor let his anger spill over onto the Venom Spiritual Tree.


    For several long minutes, the tree continued to tremble, as though caught in an endless storm.


    And Devor¡ª


    Did nothing.


    He stood there, his expression dark, scanning the garden with a terrible weight pressing down on him.


    The Venom Spiritual Tree soon began to feel exhaustion creeping in.


    The tremors weakened, growing fainter until they were barely perceptible.


    It dared to look at Devor again.


    But there was no warmth in his gaze.


    Just a cold wall of silence.


    And for the first time¡ª


    A deep, unfamiliar sadness settled within the tree.


    An aching, lingering loss.


    It couldn¡¯t put into words what had just been broken between them.


    But it knew one thing for certain¡ª


    From this moment on, Devor might never trust it the same way again.


    And that thought was more painful than anything else.


    The Venom Spiritual Tree had always understood strength, survival, power.


    But now¡ª


    For the first time in its existence, it understood something far more profound.


    What it meant to share a bond with a human cultivator.


    A bond that, no matter how much it might want to¡ª


    It could never sever or forget.


    Deep within Devor¡¯s soul, in the deepest recesses of his being, a jade pattern of deep purple shimmered faintly.


    Its intricate design pulsed with a subtle rhythm, as if responding to something unseen.


    At its center, an unfinished, somewhat rough painting of the Venom Spiritual Tree flickered with a sudden glow.


    The image began to sharpen, growing more vivid and intricate, as though it were on the verge of breaking free from its confinement.


    Neither Devor nor Venom noticed the change.


    Even if Devor had been aware, his current level of cultivation would have made it impossible to witness the transformation directly.


    Within the jade pattern, the tree¡¯s depiction continued to shift¡ªits form becoming so lifelike that it seemed moments away from stepping into reality.


    And then¡ª


    Something unexpected happened.


    The painting ceased to be just an image.


    It transcended its previous form, materializing into a true entity within Devor¡¯s soul realm.


    Had Juyin been present to witness this, he would have been utterly speechless.


    This was the perfection he had spent decades searching for¡ªthe true connection between a cultivator and a Spiritual Tree.


    A connection that wasn¡¯t just spiritual affinity or a contractual link.


    It was something far deeper.


    A manifestation of absolute trust.


    There was only one possible explanation for why this had happened¡ª


    The Venom Spiritual Tree had completely submitted to Devor.


    It had, of its own free will, offered itself to him, willingly placing its very essence under his control.


    This was akin to the eternal bond between a cultivator and a Sacred Beast.


    An unbreakable link, one that allowed shared power, shared will, and shared fate.


    But even among legendary bonds, what had formed between Devor and Venom was unprecedented.


    Rather than a symbolic contract, the Venom Spiritual Tree had fully manifested within Devor¡¯s soul.


    And that¡ª


    That was something no records had ever spoken of before.


    In the real world, Devor continued tending to his garden, completely unaware of the monumental change that had just occurred.


    Unless he actively called upon the Venom Spiritual Tree¡¯s power, now more fluid and easily accessible than ever before, he would have no way of sensing the transformation.


    Likewise, the Venom Spiritual Tree remained oblivious.


    Its thoughts were consumed with guilt, preoccupied with trying to ease Devor¡¯s anger.


    That day, Devor and the tree barely exchanged words.


    Again and again, Venom attempted to communicate, but Devor ignored it, throwing himself into his work¡ª


    Trimming the plants.


    Adjusting the garden¡¯s energy flow.


    Ensuring the gray veil remained stable.


    By nightfall, Devor returned to his residence without saying a single word to Venom.


    The Venom Spiritual Tree did not rest that night.


    It couldn¡¯t.


    A deep, aching sadness settled within its being.


    Devor¡¯s silence weighed on it more than any words of anger ever could.


    It had never desired anything before.


    It had simply existed, its will shaped by the environment and the energy around it.


    But now¡ª


    For the first time, it wanted something.


    It wanted Devor¡¯s trust back.


    It wanted to be acknowledged again.


    Meanwhile, Devor sat in meditation, attempting to calm his restless mind.


    His anger, which had burned so hot and sharp just hours before, had begun to fade.


    In the quiet solitude of the night, the realization struck him¡ª


    "I overreacted." Letting out a slow breath, he steadied his thoughts.


    He had been too harsh.


    Too caught up in old wounds, in memories of past failures.


    What Venom had done wasn¡¯t a true betrayal¡ªit had merely been curious.


    And yet, he had let his emotions twist his judgment.


    "I should have explained myself instead of lashing out." Shaking his head at his own shortcomings, Devor refocused on his cultivation, using meditation to clear his heart and mind.


    When dawn arrived, Devor made his way back to the garden.


    The moment the Venom Spiritual Tree sensed his presence, it trembled.


    And then¡ª


    It lowered itself slightly, a wordless gesture of apology.


    Devor sighed.


    "You didn¡¯t make a serious mistake," he admitted. "I was too harsh yesterday."


    Venom shook more intensely, insisting it had been entirely at fault.


    Devor¡¯s gaze softened.


    "You could¡¯ve just asked me first, you know?" His voice was quieter now. "I have¡­ a certain trauma when it comes to failure and destruction caused by others."


    At those words, Venom¡¯s trembling became more pronounced.


    It was trying to reassure him¡ªtrying to say, in its own way, that it would never be the cause of his loss.


    Devor chuckled softly.


    A faint, almost reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his lips.


    "How about this¡ª" He took a step closer, resting a hand against the tree¡¯s rough bark. "I tell you my story."


    Venom stilled.


    "From my days as a mere mortal¡­ to the cultivator I am now."


    A pause.


    Then¡ª


    Venom trembled with enthusiasm, clearly eager to hear it.


    And so, Devor began to speak.


    He told Venom about his journey, his struggles, and the path he had walked.


    He spoke of the mountains he had climbed, the barriers he had shattered, and the failures that had nearly broken him.


    But most of all¡ª


    He spoke of Yulin.


    Again and again.


    With every mention of her name, Venom grew more curious.


    She was someone important to Devor.


    Someone he admired, respected, and cherished.


    Venom listened in silent fascination.


    And deep within its being¡ª


    A small, unexpected desire took root.


    For the first time, it wanted something beyond survival.


    It wanted to be part of Devor¡¯s story.


    It wanted to be someone he would speak of, too.


    Someone whose name would be woven into the legends he told others.


    Someone who mattered.