Primordial Era: I've become a cheat code by taking Yang Jian as my disciple?

The Burning Technique is not suitable for Yang Chan.

This girl cultivates the Western Emperor Scripture, a technique whose attributes are extremely gentle and watery, naturally countering fire-based techniques.

There are many Qi-refining methods suitable for female cultivators in the primordial world, but Zhong Lingyun does not have any.

He spent hundreds of thousands of years by Donghuang Taiyi's side, where he was exposed to demonic cultivation techniques, which were mainly domineering and fierce.

unless--

Zhong Lingyun's consciousness penetrated deep into his body and touched the dormant Golden Crow's origin.

The Golden Crow's origin was left behind by Taiyi, who was the leader of the Four Emperors of the Demon Clan. Yes, because Zhong Lingyun transmigrated into the Chaos Zhongling, Taiyi, as the younger brother, became the leader of the Four Emperors!

The Four Emperors of the Demon Clan: Donghuang Taiyi, Demon Emperor Jun, Nuwa, and Fuxi.

Nuwa, the Queen Nuwa!

Before Nuwa became a saint, she was one of the four emperors of the demon race.

Her cultivation legacy—the Nuwa Scripture—is one of the most advanced Qi-refining techniques in the primordial world, especially suitable for female cultivators.

But Nuwa is now a saint, and Hongjun has restricted her from intervening in the Great Tribulation.

Ask her for the cultivation technique?

To be honest, Zhong Lingyun wasn't very confident.

After all, the Chaos Bell is the treasure of the demon race, and Nuwa's relationship with the demon race after she became a saint is very delicate - there is affection between them, but they cannot show it.

But how will you know if you don't try?

"Yang Chan, wait."

"Oh... how long will it take?"

"If you're quick, it'll take an incense stick's time; if you're slow... you should go to sleep first."

Zhong Lingyun mobilized a wisp of the Golden Crow's essence, transforming it into an extremely weak signal that pierced through the demonic energy barrier of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and was projected into the heavens.

Target—Nuwa Palace.

The information carried by this wisp of golden crow essence is very simple, consisting of only four words.

"Empress Nuwa, lend me your power."

In Nuwa's palace, Nuwa was gazing intently at the sun and stars, lost in thought.

Ever since the Chaos Bell rang, she has been searching for its whereabouts.

For no other reason than that bell contains the last wisp of Taiyi's essence.

Suddenly, a warm and familiar aura pierced through the restrictions of the Nuwa Palace and landed in her palm.

The Origin of the Golden Crow!

Nuwa suddenly grasped that wisp of energy, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Four words appeared in her consciousness: "Empress Nuwa, lend me your power."

Borrowing method.

What method should we use?

Nuwa closed her eyes and sensed, reading deeper information from the golden crow's essence.

The Chaos Bell Spirit is still around. It has taken in a female human disciple and needs a Qi-refining technique suitable for female cultivators.

Nuwa remained silent for a long time.

She is a saint, subject to the laws of Heaven.

With the great calamity approaching, she could not intervene.

But is passing on a martial arts technique considered interference?

The technique doesn't involve hitting people.

"Taiichi, oh Taiichi..."

Nuwa murmured softly, and with a gentle tap of her finger, a jade slip shimmering with multicolored light materialized out of thin air.

The Nuwa Scripture, Volume 1.

She didn't give the complete book—not out of stinginess, but because a sage acts with discretion.

The first volume is enough to cultivate to the Great Luo realm; as for the rest, that depends on fate.

The jade simplifies into a five-colored stream of light, disappears into the void, and follows the aura of the Golden Crow's origin.

In the heart of the Ten Thousand Mountains, Zhong Lingyun sensed a ray of light breaking through the sky.

It was faster than expected.

"It seems this relationship hasn't ended yet."

The five-colored jade slip fell into the Chaos Bell, and information flooded into Zhong Lingyun's consciousness.

The first volume of the Nuwa Scripture—It can lead to the Great Luo Immortal Realm!

"Yang Chan!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Aren't you going to sleep?"

"come over."

Zhong Lingyun infused Yang Chan's sea of ​​consciousness with the cultivation techniques from the first volume of the Nuwa Scripture.

Yang Chan was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened.

"This technique is so beautiful...like a rainbow!"

She couldn't describe the specific feeling, but the moment the Nuwa Scripture entered her sea of ​​consciousness, the power accumulated in the Western Emperor Scripture within her body surged spontaneously, perfectly connecting with the energy refining path of the Nuwa Scripture.

The Western Emperor Scripture refines the body, the Nuwa Scripture cultivates the vital energy.

One is yin, the other is soft; though their paths differ, they lead to the same destination.

Seeing this, Zhong Lingyun felt somewhat relieved.

The cultivation methods for both disciples have been resolved.

The Burning Technique nurtured Yang Jian's ambition, while the Nuwa Scripture nourished Yang Chan's foundation.

But at that moment—

In Nuwa's palace, Nuwa gazed in the direction where the golden crow's essence had dissipated, her eyes gleaming.

She saw it.

The direction from which that golden crow originates—the Ten Thousand Mountains.

In the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, she also sensed something else.

The residual power of two supreme stars—someone is using the power of the sun and moon to refine their body!

"This body-refining technique..."

Nuwa's pupils suddenly contracted.

That was neither a demonic cultivation technique nor any known human tradition.

The way that power operated carried a strange Daoist charm that she had never seen before, as if it came from another world!

"Chaos Bell...where did you bring these things back from?"

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Ten Thousand Mountains, Dragon Bone Cliff.

The cliff face is covered with dense dragon patterns, each line exuding an ancient and wild aura.

These dragon patterns were not carved by humans, but were left by an ancient dragon god who lived here for many years, and whose scales and armor rubbed against the cliff.

Bai Ze stood atop the cliff, pointing to a cave below sealed off by a black rock shell, his tone complex.

"Ji Meng, an ancient dragon god, was the strongest among the ten demon saints under the demon race before the Lich War. During the war, he was severely injured by the combined forces of the twelve ancestral witches, and fled back to the Hundred Thousand Mountains with half of his body, finally dying at the foot of this cliff."

Bai Ze paused, then glanced at Yang Jian with his cloudy old eyes.

"Its blood hasn't dried yet!"

Yang Jian looked down at the bottom of the cliff, where dark golden liquid seeped from the cracks in the black rock shell, like some kind of living thing breathing.

The dragon's blood fell onto the rubble on the ground, and the rubble was immediately corroded into fist-sized holes, with blue smoke rising from the edges.

"The blood of the Dragon God contains residual divine power; even after tens of thousands of years of death, that power remains."

As Bai Ze spoke, he glanced at Chaos Zhong and said, "Lord Zhong Ling, are you sure you want to let this child use dragon blood to cleanse his body? Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal's body might not be able to withstand being given the blood of an entire Dragon God."

Zhong Lingyun's voice came from within the Chaos Bell, neither hurried nor slow.

"Who said he was made to shoulder the burden?"

Bai Ze was startled.

"Using the body as a seed is not about resisting, but about absorbing it," Zhong Lingyun said. "When the dragon blood enters the body, it doesn't travel through the meridians or rush to the dantian. Instead, it sinks directly into the bone marrow and blood vessels. Using Yang Jian's own solar fire nature as a furnace, it burns away the impurities in the dragon god's blood, leaving only the essence to nourish the physical body."

Bai Ze understood, but his brows furrowed even more.

"The logic makes sense, but in practice... if there's even the slightest mistake, the child's bones will be completely devoured by the dragon's blood."

"That's why I'm here."

After hearing those four words, Bai Ze fell silent.

As long as the Chaos Bell exists, Yang Jian will not die.

At least, Lord Zhongling won't let him die.

Yang Jian squatted on the edge of the cliff, staring at the black rock shell below for a long time.

He didn't ask pointless questions like "Does it hurt?"—after being chased by monsters in the Ten Thousand Mountains for forty-five days, his pain threshold had been raised to an absurd level.

He only asked one question.

"Teacher, after the refinement, how strong can I become?"

"It depends on how much dragon blood your body can consume."

Zhong Lingyun answered directly.

How much of the fiery energy of the sun is within me?

"After being refined and unified by the Burning Technique, it is roughly equivalent to a wisp of true solar fire at the level of a celestial realm."

Is that enough?

"Quite a difference!"

Yang Jian stood up and patted the dirt off his hands.