The spirit dipped her head.
[As you wish, Master. Step forward.]
A swirl of ethereal runes materialized beneath Shen Yuan’s feet, and in a flicker, the chamber’s surroundings dissolved.
The moment his vision cleared, he stood once again on the first floor—where rows of Silver Fox Sect cultivators still trained, oblivious to his presence. The spirit had maintained the veil that hid him from their senses.
Shen Yuan allowed himself a fleeting look at those disciples before focusing inward. ‘They’re visibly improving, that’s good. The treasures were not wasted on them,’ he mused. “I’m done here,” he said quietly. “Take me out.”
A brief ripple of Qi later, he was back in his own Dual Cultivation Chambers. The pagoda’s golden form rested in his palm, its faint glow pulsing like a faint heartbeat.
With a single thought, he shrank it and guided it back into his Dantian, feeling its presence settle beside his established cores and swirling Qi.
A sigh escaped Shen Yuan’s lips as he took a moment to gather his thoughts. Inwardly, Yue Lan stirred, her melodic voice resonating in his mind.
[So you snagged yourself a new technique and a bow. Feeling satisfied, Yuan’er?]
He chuckled softly. “Satisfied might be overstating it. But the Stormchaser’s Pulse plus the Skybreaker Bow will make a nice combo. And I’ve got these Green Tempest Pellets to stabilize things.”
[These pills won’t be that useful. You are underestimating your physiques. You think a mere new element can destabilize them?]
Shen Yuan rubbed his chin. “That sounds about right as well. Anyway, since I have already taken the pills, no point saving them.”
[True, might as well taste what these King-grade pills taste like.]
“Heh, just wait until I can refine batch after batch of these King-grade pills,” Shen Yuan smugly said.
[Yeah yeah, let’s see how long it will take for you to reach that level.]
“Anyways, it’s about time I start cultivating.” Shen Yuan said before taking out a Green Tempest Pellet from his inventory and throwing it in his mouth. Soon, he closed his eyes, gathering his breath as he settled into a comfortable lotus position within the Dual Cultivation Chambers.
Following the method in the Stormchaser’s Pulse manual, Shen Yuan first guided a wisp of his own Qi—now tinted with the emerald hue of wind—to circulate through his meridians.
This initial cycle was akin to the Body Forging Realm he had once undergone as a newbie. Only now, the refining power coursing through his veins was exponentially stronger.
Intent: Cleanse and temper every muscle fiber, bone, and organ with swift, cutting breezes of energy.
Effect: A faint shimmer danced across his skin, the wind Qi polishing away any lingering impurities. His body felt lighter, more agile, as though a gentle updraft buoyed his every breath.
[Feels like a mild breeze to me—how’s it going on your end?]
Shen Yuan’s lips twitched into a smirk. “It’s fine. The cutting effect is quite intense, but my physiques love the stress.”
Next, he drew in ambient Qi from the surroundings, channeling it toward the incipient wind-essence rune forming in his seventh Dantian.
Just as novices at the Qi Gathering Realm learned to pull spiritual Qi into themselves, Shen Yuan refined each incoming strand of Qi into something sharper and faster.
Method: He looped Qi in clockwise and counterclockwise rotations—mimicking the swirling pattern described by Stormchaser’s Pulse.
Outcome: The rune in his seventh Dantian brightened, infusing the gathered Qi with a breezy aura. Faint green tendrils spiraled around the Dantian’s interior, hinting at the might of stormwinds to come.
Now and then, he popped a Green Tempest Pellet to ensure the transition stayed smooth. While he might not strictly need it, the mild infusion kept any stray turbulence under control.
Though Shen Yuan was far beyond the standard Foundation Establishment Realm, the principle remained relevant. He carefully channeled the newly converted wind Qi through each meridian, letting it carve subtle expansions.
Meridian Refinement: Like gusts eroding a canyon over eons, the continuous flow gently widened and strengthened these channels.
Inner Seas: He revisited the concept of inner seas—pools of cultivated power—enhancing them with the swirling wind aura. Each mini-sea resonated in tandem with his existing elemental energies, forging a cohesive, multi-Intent ecosystem.
[Your meridians are absurdly strong. Most cultivators would be crying tears of envy if they knew.]
“Ah, the perks of having monstrous physiques,” Shen Yuan answered casually. “A normal disciple might have buckled under half this turbulence.”
Finally, as Stormchaser’s Pulse dictated, Shen Yuan refrained from condensing a core within his seventh Dantian. Instead, he shaped the swirling Qi into a perpetual vortex—an endless cycle of wind currents compressed yet uncrystallized.
As the final swirl of Qi settled, Shen Yuan opened his eyes, inhaling deeply. Threads of wind Qi still moved across his skin in ghostly patterns, promising lethal speed or cutting power at a moment’s notice. Stay updated with empire
[See? Even faster than expected. You’re turning into a one-man natural disaster with all these elements at your command.]
Yue Lan teasingly said.
He chuckled. “I’ll keep it under wraps. Wouldn’t want the sect to find a courtyard full of swirling gales.”
[Now that you have reached the first level of Origin Core Creation Realm in your seventh Dantian, will you cultivate it till the Extreme Origin Core Realm next?]
He softly nodded his head. “Yes. Why delay it when I will need to break through sooner or later? I need to increase the cultivation base of the other three Dantians after this as well.”
Shen Yuan shifted in his lotus seat, inhaling deeply to steady his mind.
Though it hadn’t been long since he stabilized the swirl of Stormchaser’s Pulse, he possessed the monstrous Qi reserves to continue advancing without respite.
He guided more external Qi into the wind rune in his seventh Dantian, compressing it repeatedly. Each compression forced the swirling energy to compact tighter, refining and intensifying its strength.
Occasional flares of greenish arcs pulsed through his body—minor bursts of wind Qi merging with the vestiges of his thunder-based energies.
His breath grew steady, his meridians expanding smoothly under the strain.
A subtle resonance emerged between the new wind Dantian and the rest, as if each Dantian recognized a sibling forging its own path.
Shen Yuan used short bursts of Stormchaser’s Pulse to accelerate the infusion. In seconds, each wave of Qi battered down the next barrier, culminating in a sharper sense of clarity and speed in his aura.
Rather than dally, he leaned on his False Chaos Physique to tame the swirling storms. Each level demanded immense Qi to unify the newly gathered wind energies with his core foundation.
Now and then, he popped another Green Tempest Pellet, not because he truly needed it, but to keep the delicate shifts gentle. The pills also helped him maintain that perfect equilibrium—free of disruptions.
[Your Dantian is devouring Qi like a bottomless pit. Any typical cultivator would’ve spent decades here, but you look like you’re having a light warm-up.]
Shen Yuan’s lips quirked at the corners. “Talent or curse, it doesn’t matter. I prefer moving fast.”
[Oh, I know this very well. You love to move fast.]
Shen Yuan’s lips twitched at her remark, but he ignored her and continued cultivating. Soon, he had broken through to the fifth level of the Origin Core Creation Realm.