Chapter 13: The Qiankun Bag
Chapter 13: The Qiankun Bag
The two maidservants behind Hua Zhishi were whispering among themselves, their eyes fixed intently on Ning Xiaochuan. One of them, with delicate and fair skin, murmured softly, "Refining five stalks of Heart Nurturing Grass in just two hours—only an Intermediate Heart Nurturer can achieve that. Can he really do it?"
"Even the most outstanding Primary Heart Nurturers take an hour to refine a single stalk. Refining five in two hours is simply impossible."
Yet, in less than half an hour, Ning Xiaochuan picked up the second stalk of Heart Nurturing Grass, crushed it into mist, and channeled it into the Heart Nurturing Cauldron to begin refining.
The two maidservants fell silent, utterly astonished.
Before long, Ning Xiaochuan took hold of the third stalk.
This time, even Hua Zhishi began to show signs of surprise, his fingers tightening slightly, his face filled with amazement.
When Ning Xiaochuan picked up the fourth stalk, Hua Zhishi abruptly stood up, holding his breath, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
By the time Ning Xiaochuan reached for the fifth stalk, Hua Zhishi and the two maidservants were completely dumbfounded, their minds overwhelmed with shock.
This wasn’t just about five stalks of Heart Nurturing Grass—it signified the birth of a peerless prodigy. Though unknown now, he would undoubtedly astonish the world in the future.
"Done. The five stalks of Heart Nurturing Grass have been refined. Miss in the green dress, please fetch a jade vial to collect the Heart Nurturing Liquid," Ning Xiaochuan said as he opened his eyes, showing no trace of exhaustion. Instead, his gaze was vibrant, with faint streams of Martial Arts Profound Qi swirling in his pupils.
While others would feel drained after refining Heart Nurturing Grass, he seemed even more energized.
Hua Zhishi clicked his tongue in amazement. Fortunately, having seen much of the world, he managed to suppress his excitement. Had a younger attendant been present, they might have been so shocked they’d collapse under the table.
Ning Xiaochuan washed his hands in clear water, leaving them fair and spotless. As he circulated the blood in his body, a faint red Profound Qi shimmered over his palms. Drop by drop, emerald-green Heart Nurturing Liquid trickled from his fingertips, emitting a sweet and refreshing fragrance.
Plink. Plink.
By the sixteenth drop, Hua Zhishi’s eyelids twitched again.
According to the records he held, Ning Xiaochuan could refine three drops of Heart Nurturing Liquid from a single stalk—a mark of superior talent. Yet now, after refining five stalks, sixteen drops had already fallen.
But what happened next left Hua Zhishi even more astounded. The shocks he’d experienced today surpassed all those of his past decades combined.
Seventeenth drop.
Eighteenth drop.
Nineteenth drop.
Twentieth drop.
A full twenty drops—witnessed firsthand by Hua Zhishi.
"Heavens! An average of four drops per stalk—that’s the level of an Intermediate Heart Nurturer!" Hua Zhishi stared intently at Ning Xiaochuan, his eyes blazing as if about to spit fire.
This was an absolute prodigy—a treasure! A priceless treasure! He would undoubtedly become an Intermediate Heart Nurturer in the future. What a find! Hahaha!
Ning Xiaochuan met Hua Zhishi’s gaze and felt a sudden unease. Is he about to pounce on me?
Ning Xiaochuan quickly took two steps back, intending to sell the Heart Nurturing Liquid and leave immediately. He had no desire to be tackled by a man, so he said, "A total of fifty-seven drops of Heart Nurturing Liquid. Steward Hua, name your price!"
The fifty-seven drops of Heart Nurturing Liquid were naturally sold at a premium, fetching 570,000 Small Coins, which were exchanged for five Large Silver Cakes and 700 Silver Coins.
One Large Silver Cake was equivalent to 1,000 Silver Coins.
In the Yulan Kingdom, "Green Gold" was considered noble gold and extremely rare, so Silver Coins became the primary currency in circulation.
Ning Xiaochuan roughly estimated that one Large Silver Cake weighed around 2.5 kilograms, so five Large Silver Cakes amounted to 12.5 kilograms. Adding the 700 Silver Coins, the total weight came to 25 kilograms!
The bundle in his hands was heavy!
Ning Xiaochuan was a warrior at the Sixth Level of Profound Qi, capable of delivering a punch with nearly 2,000 kilograms of force. Carrying 25 kilograms was naturally effortless for him. However, for an ordinary person, hauling such a heavy sum of money home would almost guarantee being robbed along the way.
After all, it was too obvious—anyone could tell at a glance that you were carrying a fortune. Who wouldn’t target you?
Ning Xiaochuan asked, "Steward Hua, doesn’t the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall have something like banknotes?"
Steward Hua froze for a moment. "Bank… notes…?"
"Never mind. Forget I mentioned it."
Ning Xiaochuan frowned, realizing this world likely had no paper currency like banknotes. He then asked, "I’m curious about something. If I had 90 million—hypothetically speaking—if I had 90 million Small Coins, exchanged into Large Silver Cakes, that would be 900 cakes, totaling 2,250 kilograms. How would I transport that much money back without fear of being robbed?"
Steward Hua stroked his beard and chuckled. "The Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall naturally has guards to escort all the silver coins to the client’s residence. Rest assured, Young Master Ning, in the entire imperial capital—no, the entire Yulan Kingdom—there are very few who would dare to touch the wealth of our Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall."
Clearly, Steward Hua hadn’t fully grasped Ning Xiaochuan’s meaning.
Ning Xiaochuan patiently explained, "What I mean is, is there a lighter method? For example, something that would allow me to carry tens of millions in wealth on my person without anyone noticing."
Finally understanding, Steward Hua said, "Such treasures do exist, but… heh, Young Master Ning, follow me!"
With a deliberate air of mystery, Steward Hua led Ning Xiaochuan to a resplendent hall deep within the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall. This hall, located in the heart of the institution, was rarely visited by guests and thus appeared quite deserted.
Eight martial experts clad in Iron Scale Armor stood guard outside the hall.
Inside, numerous rare treasures were displayed, each with a price tag beside it.
"Second-grade Mystic Artifact: Heavenly Punishment Sword. Price—500 taels of Green Gold."
"Fourth-grade Mystic Artifact: Ancient Lizard Script Armor. Price—8,000 taels of Green Gold."
……
The treasures here were all priced in Green Gold, a testament to their extraordinary value.
Hua Zhishi smiled and said, "The Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall primarily deals in Mystic Medicine, but it also involves some industries related to Mystic Artifacts. This here is the 'Mystic Artifacts Hall.' There is a type of Mystic Artifact in this world called the 'Qiankun Bag,' which is incredibly miraculous. A small bag like this can hold as much as an entire house."
Ordinary items, no matter how beautiful, sharp, or finely crafted, can only be called "Ordinary Items."
Only extraordinary items, those with special abilities, can be called Mystic Artifacts.
Each Mystic Artifact is priceless and exceedingly rare. Only in a place like the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall can one see so many of them gathered together.
"Qiankun Bag!"
Ning Xiaochuan had never heard of such a miraculous thing before. In this Mystic Artifacts Hall, there were a total of seven Qiankun Bags. However, even the cheapest and most worn-out one cost seven thousand taels of Green Gold—equivalent to seventy million Small Coins!
For Ning Xiaochuan, this was an astronomical sum!
No wonder Hua Zhishi had hesitated earlier. The Qiankun Bag was so expensive that even the descendants of marquises could hardly afford it. Only true martial masters and genuine nobility could wear such a miraculous Mystic Artifact.
The Qiankun Bag was a rare treasure, far beyond what Ning Xiaochuan could afford at the moment. Though he coveted it, he could only reluctantly leave the Mystic Artifacts Hall.
In truth, given Ning Xiaochuan’s current financial state, not only could he not afford a Qiankun Bag, but he couldn’t even purchase any other First-Grade Mystic Artifact.
A First-Grade Mystic Artifact started at at least one million Small Coins.
Of course, Ning Xiaochuan’s main purpose in coming to the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall wasn’t the Qiankun Bag but to purchase Profound Stones and figure out why his cultivation had suddenly advanced to the Sixth Level of Profound Qi. Perhaps he could even find a way to rapidly improve his cultivation.
In this world, strength was everything. If he wasn’t strong enough, those in the Jian Pavilion Marquis House who coveted the marquisate inheritance might tear him apart.
Under Hua Zhishi’s guidance, Ning Xiaochuan spent one hundred thousand Small Coins to purchase a high-purity Low-Grade Profound Stone, roughly the size of a fist.
The last time Ning Xiaochuan had spent twenty thousand Small Coins, he had only gotten a broken Low-Grade Profound Stone, about the size of a Black Peach. This one, however, was intact and contained six to seven times more Heaven and Earth Profound Qi than the previous one.
After some thought, Ning Xiaochuan spent another two hundred thousand Small Coins to buy two more Low-Grade Profound Stones, bringing the total to three.
Profound Stones were essential items for Heart Nurturers to carry. Having more on hand would save him from having to visit the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall every day.
Next, Ning Xiaochuan purchased ten stalks of Second-Grade Blood Nourishing Grass. If refining a single stalk of First-Grade Blood Nourishing Grass could activate the Seven Orifices Divine Demon Heart and allow him to break through to the Sixth Level of Profound Qi, then refining Second-Grade Blood Nourishing Grass should yield even better results!
Of course, he also bought ten stalks of Second-Grade Heart Nurturing Grass. Second-Grade Heart Nurturing Liquid was quite valuable, several times more expensive than the First-Grade version.
"Purchasing three Low-Grade Profound Stones, ten stalks of Second-Grade Blood Nourishing Grass, and ten stalks of Second-Grade Heart Nurturing Grass cost a total of four hundred thousand Small Coins. That leaves me with only one hundred seventy thousand Small Coins. Money really flows like water!" Ning Xiaochuan’s face twisted into a bitter expression.
Why is money never enough?
...
Not far away, two youths dressed in crimson brocade robes approached.
One of them appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, while the other was taller and more robust, about two years older, with strikingly handsome features that drew the gazes of the maidservants at the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall.
The younger of the two, named Wang Yunchong, was a spoiled scion of the Heavenly Elephant Marquis's household. He said, "Third Brother, you're already a prodigy at the Ninth Level of Profound Qi. With your cultivation, passing the exam to enter the Emperor's Martial Palace should be as easy as turning your hand. Why do you still need to buy Intermediate Elixirs to break through to the Divine Body Realm?"
"What do you know? The Emperor's Martial Palace is the most elite academy in the entire Yulan Empire, hailed as the 'Imperial Academy' and the 'Emperor's Martial Hall.' It represents the pinnacle of both scholarly and martial achievements. Only true peerless geniuses can train there. If you want to earn a marquis title, bring glory to your ancestors, or shake the world with your might, you must first become a disciple of the Emperor's Martial Palace!"
The youth addressed as "Third Brother" by Wang Yunchong was named Wang Shi, an eighteen-year-old and one of the most outstanding young disciples of the Heavenly Elephant Marquis's household.
Wang Shi clenched his fists, his sharp eyes shimmering with faint cyan Profound Qi as he said, "Do you know who the youngest Martial Venerable in the Yulan Kingdom is today?"
Wang Yunchong's eyes brimmed with admiration as he replied, "Yue Wuyang, who achieved the Earthly Venerable Realm at twenty-six and was titled 'Cloud Marquis' at thirty-two. He's the youngest non-hereditary marquis in the history of the Yulan Empire."
"Exactly! Yue Wuyang was a disciple of the Emperor's Martial Palace. While studying there, he conquered the seventeenth level of the Heavenly Bridge, shaking the entire academy and winning the hearts of countless talented women. Later, he earned illustrious military merits and was enfeoffed as a marquis—truly the envy of millions."
"That's why I must pass the entrance exam for the Emperor's Martial Palace this time. Only by reaching the Divine Body Realm can I be absolutely certain of success. Otherwise, even with my cultivation at the Ninth Level of Profound Qi, I might still be eliminated by other geniuses. The competition for the Emperor's Martial Palace's exams is fierce!" Wang Shi declared.
Wang Yunchong sighed. "It seems I have no chance. To even qualify for the entrance exam, one must at least reach the Seventh Level of Profound Qi. I'm only at the Fourth Level now—I’ll probably be thirty by the time I reach the Seventh Level, long past the academy's recruitment age."
The realm above the Profound Qi Realm is the Divine Body Realm.
Breaking through the Ninth Level of Profound Qi allows one to cultivate a Divine Martial Body, becoming a master of the Divine Body Realm.
In the Yulan Empire, though martial artists are one in a hundred, the sheer population ensures their numbers are far from small.
However, the vast majority remain stuck at the Ninth Level of Profound Qi. Those from humble backgrounds, lacking high-level cultivation techniques or Mystic Medicine, struggle their entire lives to even reach the Fourth Level of Profound Qi.
Even among the descendants of nobles and marquises—with access to techniques, Mystic Medicine, and martial instructors—only a rare few prodigies can reach the Seventh Level of Profound Qi before eighteen, earning the title of "genius."
Therefore, a young man like Wang Shi, who has reached the Ninth Level of Profound Qi at the mere age of eighteen, can undoubtedly be called a prodigy of exceptional talent. However, even he only has a seventy percent chance of passing the entrance exam for the Emperor's Martial Palace, far from a guaranteed success.
Only by reaching the Divine Body Realm can one secure a hundred percent chance of admission to the Emperor's Martial Palace.
Warriors who attain the Divine Body Realm become true powerhouses capable of standing alone. Within their bodies, they nurture various wondrous divine abilities—some can raise dozens of massive and ferocious Profound Beasts within their bloodlines, some can transform their bodies into divine swords, some can pluck a single hair to create a clone, and some can even summon a divine dragon to fight alongside them.
The stronger the physique, the more formidable the divine abilities born within the body!
Thus, every warrior aspires to reach the Divine Body Realm.
Wang Yunchong stared ahead and exclaimed, "Huh! That's Ning Xiaochuan from the Jian Pavilion Marquis House. What's this sickly wretch doing at the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall? Ning the Sickly! Ning the Sickly!"
Accompanied by Hua Zhishi, Ning Xiaochuan was just about to leave the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall when two youths dressed in crimson brocade robes suddenly blocked his path.
The two maidservants behind Hua Zhishi were whispering among themselves, their eyes fixed intently on Ning Xiaochuan. One of them, with delicate and fair skin, murmured softly, "Refining five stalks of Heart Nurturing Grass in just two hours—only an Intermediate Heart Nurturer can achieve that. Can he really do it?"
"Even the most outstanding Primary Heart Nurturers take an hour to refine a single stalk. Refining five in two hours is simply impossible."
Yet, in less than half an hour, Ning Xiaochuan picked up the second stalk of Heart Nurturing Grass, crushed it into mist, and channeled it into the Heart Nurturing Cauldron to begin refining.
The two maidservants fell silent, utterly astonished.
Before long, Ning Xiaochuan took hold of the third stalk.
This time, even Hua Zhishi began to show signs of surprise, his fingers tightening slightly, his face filled with amazement.
When Ning Xiaochuan picked up the fourth stalk, Hua Zhishi abruptly stood up, holding his breath, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
By the time Ning Xiaochuan reached for the fifth stalk, Hua Zhishi and the two maidservants were completely dumbfounded, their minds overwhelmed with shock.
This wasn’t just about five stalks of Heart Nurturing Grass—it signified the birth of a peerless prodigy. Though unknown now, he would undoubtedly astonish the world in the future.
"Done. The five stalks of Heart Nurturing Grass have been refined. Miss in the green dress, please fetch a jade vial to collect the Heart Nurturing Liquid," Ning Xiaochuan said as he opened his eyes, showing no trace of exhaustion. Instead, his gaze was vibrant, with faint streams of Martial Arts Profound Qi swirling in his pupils.
While others would feel drained after refining Heart Nurturing Grass, he seemed even more energized.
Hua Zhishi clicked his tongue in amazement. Fortunately, having seen much of the world, he managed to suppress his excitement. Had a younger attendant been present, they might have been so shocked they’d collapse under the table.
Ning Xiaochuan washed his hands in clear water, leaving them fair and spotless. As he circulated the blood in his body, a faint red Profound Qi shimmered over his palms. Drop by drop, emerald-green Heart Nurturing Liquid trickled from his fingertips, emitting a sweet and refreshing fragrance.
Plink. Plink.
By the sixteenth drop, Hua Zhishi’s eyelids twitched again.
According to the records he held, Ning Xiaochuan could refine three drops of Heart Nurturing Liquid from a single stalk—a mark of superior talent. Yet now, after refining five stalks, sixteen drops had already fallen.
But what happened next left Hua Zhishi even more astounded. The shocks he’d experienced today surpassed all those of his past decades combined.
Seventeenth drop.
Eighteenth drop.
Nineteenth drop.
Twentieth drop.
A full twenty drops—witnessed firsthand by Hua Zhishi.
"Heavens! An average of four drops per stalk—that’s the level of an Intermediate Heart Nurturer!" Hua Zhishi stared intently at Ning Xiaochuan, his eyes blazing as if about to spit fire.
This was an absolute prodigy—a treasure! A priceless treasure! He would undoubtedly become an Intermediate Heart Nurturer in the future. What a find! Hahaha!
Ning Xiaochuan met Hua Zhishi’s gaze and felt a sudden unease. Is he about to pounce on me?
Ning Xiaochuan quickly took two steps back, intending to sell the Heart Nurturing Liquid and leave immediately. He had no desire to be tackled by a man, so he said, "A total of fifty-seven drops of Heart Nurturing Liquid. Steward Hua, name your price!"
The fifty-seven drops of Heart Nurturing Liquid were naturally sold at a premium, fetching 570,000 Small Coins, which were exchanged for five Large Silver Cakes and 700 Silver Coins.
One Large Silver Cake was equivalent to 1,000 Silver Coins.
In the Yulan Kingdom, "Green Gold" was considered noble gold and extremely rare, so Silver Coins became the primary currency in circulation.
Ning Xiaochuan roughly estimated that one Large Silver Cake weighed around 2.5 kilograms, so five Large Silver Cakes amounted to 12.5 kilograms. Adding the 700 Silver Coins, the total weight came to 25 kilograms!
The bundle in his hands was heavy!
Ning Xiaochuan was a warrior at the Sixth Level of Profound Qi, capable of delivering a punch with nearly 2,000 kilograms of force. Carrying 25 kilograms was naturally effortless for him. However, for an ordinary person, hauling such a heavy sum of money home would almost guarantee being robbed along the way.
After all, it was too obvious—anyone could tell at a glance that you were carrying a fortune. Who wouldn’t target you?
Ning Xiaochuan asked, "Steward Hua, doesn’t the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall have something like banknotes?"
Steward Hua froze for a moment. "Bank… notes…?"
"Never mind. Forget I mentioned it."
Ning Xiaochuan frowned, realizing this world likely had no paper currency like banknotes. He then asked, "I’m curious about something. If I had 90 million—hypothetically speaking—if I had 90 million Small Coins, exchanged into Large Silver Cakes, that would be 900 cakes, totaling 2,250 kilograms. How would I transport that much money back without fear of being robbed?"
Steward Hua stroked his beard and chuckled. "The Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall naturally has guards to escort all the silver coins to the client’s residence. Rest assured, Young Master Ning, in the entire imperial capital—no, the entire Yulan Kingdom—there are very few who would dare to touch the wealth of our Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall."
Clearly, Steward Hua hadn’t fully grasped Ning Xiaochuan’s meaning.
Ning Xiaochuan patiently explained, "What I mean is, is there a lighter method? For example, something that would allow me to carry tens of millions in wealth on my person without anyone noticing."
Finally understanding, Steward Hua said, "Such treasures do exist, but… heh, Young Master Ning, follow me!"
With a deliberate air of mystery, Steward Hua led Ning Xiaochuan to a resplendent hall deep within the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall. This hall, located in the heart of the institution, was rarely visited by guests and thus appeared quite deserted.
Eight martial experts clad in Iron Scale Armor stood guard outside the hall.
Inside, numerous rare treasures were displayed, each with a price tag beside it.
"Second-grade Mystic Artifact: Heavenly Punishment Sword. Price—500 taels of Green Gold."
"Fourth-grade Mystic Artifact: Ancient Lizard Script Armor. Price—8,000 taels of Green Gold."
……
The treasures here were all priced in Green Gold, a testament to their extraordinary value.
Hua Zhishi smiled and said, "The Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall primarily deals in Mystic Medicine, but it also involves some industries related to Mystic Artifacts. This here is the 'Mystic Artifacts Hall.' There is a type of Mystic Artifact in this world called the 'Qiankun Bag,' which is incredibly miraculous. A small bag like this can hold as much as an entire house."
Ordinary items, no matter how beautiful, sharp, or finely crafted, can only be called "Ordinary Items."
Only extraordinary items, those with special abilities, can be called Mystic Artifacts.
Each Mystic Artifact is priceless and exceedingly rare. Only in a place like the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall can one see so many of them gathered together.
"Qiankun Bag!"
Ning Xiaochuan had never heard of such a miraculous thing before. In this Mystic Artifacts Hall, there were a total of seven Qiankun Bags. However, even the cheapest and most worn-out one cost seven thousand taels of Green Gold—equivalent to seventy million Small Coins!
For Ning Xiaochuan, this was an astronomical sum!
No wonder Hua Zhishi had hesitated earlier. The Qiankun Bag was so expensive that even the descendants of marquises could hardly afford it. Only true martial masters and genuine nobility could wear such a miraculous Mystic Artifact.
The Qiankun Bag was a rare treasure, far beyond what Ning Xiaochuan could afford at the moment. Though he coveted it, he could only reluctantly leave the Mystic Artifacts Hall.
In truth, given Ning Xiaochuan’s current financial state, not only could he not afford a Qiankun Bag, but he couldn’t even purchase any other First-Grade Mystic Artifact.
A First-Grade Mystic Artifact started at at least one million Small Coins.
Of course, Ning Xiaochuan’s main purpose in coming to the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall wasn’t the Qiankun Bag but to purchase Profound Stones and figure out why his cultivation had suddenly advanced to the Sixth Level of Profound Qi. Perhaps he could even find a way to rapidly improve his cultivation.
In this world, strength was everything. If he wasn’t strong enough, those in the Jian Pavilion Marquis House who coveted the marquisate inheritance might tear him apart.
Under Hua Zhishi’s guidance, Ning Xiaochuan spent one hundred thousand Small Coins to purchase a high-purity Low-Grade Profound Stone, roughly the size of a fist.
The last time Ning Xiaochuan had spent twenty thousand Small Coins, he had only gotten a broken Low-Grade Profound Stone, about the size of a Black Peach. This one, however, was intact and contained six to seven times more Heaven and Earth Profound Qi than the previous one.
After some thought, Ning Xiaochuan spent another two hundred thousand Small Coins to buy two more Low-Grade Profound Stones, bringing the total to three.
Profound Stones were essential items for Heart Nurturers to carry. Having more on hand would save him from having to visit the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall every day.
Next, Ning Xiaochuan purchased ten stalks of Second-Grade Blood Nourishing Grass. If refining a single stalk of First-Grade Blood Nourishing Grass could activate the Seven Orifices Divine Demon Heart and allow him to break through to the Sixth Level of Profound Qi, then refining Second-Grade Blood Nourishing Grass should yield even better results!
Of course, he also bought ten stalks of Second-Grade Heart Nurturing Grass. Second-Grade Heart Nurturing Liquid was quite valuable, several times more expensive than the First-Grade version.
"Purchasing three Low-Grade Profound Stones, ten stalks of Second-Grade Blood Nourishing Grass, and ten stalks of Second-Grade Heart Nurturing Grass cost a total of four hundred thousand Small Coins. That leaves me with only one hundred seventy thousand Small Coins. Money really flows like water!" Ning Xiaochuan’s face twisted into a bitter expression.
Why is money never enough?
...
Not far away, two youths dressed in crimson brocade robes approached.
One of them appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, while the other was taller and more robust, about two years older, with strikingly handsome features that drew the gazes of the maidservants at the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall.
The younger of the two, named Wang Yunchong, was a spoiled scion of the Heavenly Elephant Marquis's household. He said, "Third Brother, you're already a prodigy at the Ninth Level of Profound Qi. With your cultivation, passing the exam to enter the Emperor's Martial Palace should be as easy as turning your hand. Why do you still need to buy Intermediate Elixirs to break through to the Divine Body Realm?"
"What do you know? The Emperor's Martial Palace is the most elite academy in the entire Yulan Empire, hailed as the 'Imperial Academy' and the 'Emperor's Martial Hall.' It represents the pinnacle of both scholarly and martial achievements. Only true peerless geniuses can train there. If you want to earn a marquis title, bring glory to your ancestors, or shake the world with your might, you must first become a disciple of the Emperor's Martial Palace!"
The youth addressed as "Third Brother" by Wang Yunchong was named Wang Shi, an eighteen-year-old and one of the most outstanding young disciples of the Heavenly Elephant Marquis's household.
Wang Shi clenched his fists, his sharp eyes shimmering with faint cyan Profound Qi as he said, "Do you know who the youngest Martial Venerable in the Yulan Kingdom is today?"
Wang Yunchong's eyes brimmed with admiration as he replied, "Yue Wuyang, who achieved the Earthly Venerable Realm at twenty-six and was titled 'Cloud Marquis' at thirty-two. He's the youngest non-hereditary marquis in the history of the Yulan Empire."
"Exactly! Yue Wuyang was a disciple of the Emperor's Martial Palace. While studying there, he conquered the seventeenth level of the Heavenly Bridge, shaking the entire academy and winning the hearts of countless talented women. Later, he earned illustrious military merits and was enfeoffed as a marquis—truly the envy of millions."
"That's why I must pass the entrance exam for the Emperor's Martial Palace this time. Only by reaching the Divine Body Realm can I be absolutely certain of success. Otherwise, even with my cultivation at the Ninth Level of Profound Qi, I might still be eliminated by other geniuses. The competition for the Emperor's Martial Palace's exams is fierce!" Wang Shi declared.
Wang Yunchong sighed. "It seems I have no chance. To even qualify for the entrance exam, one must at least reach the Seventh Level of Profound Qi. I'm only at the Fourth Level now—I’ll probably be thirty by the time I reach the Seventh Level, long past the academy's recruitment age."
The realm above the Profound Qi Realm is the Divine Body Realm.
Breaking through the Ninth Level of Profound Qi allows one to cultivate a Divine Martial Body, becoming a master of the Divine Body Realm.
In the Yulan Empire, though martial artists are one in a hundred, the sheer population ensures their numbers are far from small.
However, the vast majority remain stuck at the Ninth Level of Profound Qi. Those from humble backgrounds, lacking high-level cultivation techniques or Mystic Medicine, struggle their entire lives to even reach the Fourth Level of Profound Qi.
Even among the descendants of nobles and marquises—with access to techniques, Mystic Medicine, and martial instructors—only a rare few prodigies can reach the Seventh Level of Profound Qi before eighteen, earning the title of "genius."
Therefore, a young man like Wang Shi, who has reached the Ninth Level of Profound Qi at the mere age of eighteen, can undoubtedly be called a prodigy of exceptional talent. However, even he only has a seventy percent chance of passing the entrance exam for the Emperor's Martial Palace, far from a guaranteed success.
Only by reaching the Divine Body Realm can one secure a hundred percent chance of admission to the Emperor's Martial Palace.
Warriors who attain the Divine Body Realm become true powerhouses capable of standing alone. Within their bodies, they nurture various wondrous divine abilities—some can raise dozens of massive and ferocious Profound Beasts within their bloodlines, some can transform their bodies into divine swords, some can pluck a single hair to create a clone, and some can even summon a divine dragon to fight alongside them.
The stronger the physique, the more formidable the divine abilities born within the body!
Thus, every warrior aspires to reach the Divine Body Realm.
Wang Yunchong stared ahead and exclaimed, "Huh! That's Ning Xiaochuan from the Jian Pavilion Marquis House. What's this sickly wretch doing at the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall? Ning the Sickly! Ning the Sickly!"
Accompanied by Hua Zhishi, Ning Xiaochuan was just about to leave the Golden Roc Heart Nurturing Hall when two youths dressed in crimson brocade robes suddenly blocked his path.
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