What does my ancestor's pregnancy have to do with me, a mere servant?

The morning light pierced through the clouds and fell on Black Crow Mountain.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on the stone bed, opened his eyes, and exhaled a breath of stale air.

After consuming the Qi-Nourishing Pill and cultivating for one night, his cultivation level improved again.

He rolled out of bed, his legs suddenly feeling weak and sore.

He cast a spell.

The gray mist of the Six Yin Soul-Locking Array swirled to both sides, creating a passage.

Lin Feilu sat cross-legged at the end of the passageway.

The sunlight shone on her face.

It outlines a layer of almost transparent, cold white halo.

Those eyes, usually so aloof and unapproachable, were half-closed, their eyelashes drooping, casting two small fan-shaped shadows.

A thin layer of frost had formed on her spotless white dress.

Fine water droplets clung to the surface of the fabric, refracting tiny sparkles in the morning light.

A few strands of black hair, blown by the night wind, clung to the side of her pale cheeks, the ends glistening with dew and slightly curled.

She sat there all night.

A cultivator at the late Foundation Establishment stage, who has reached the Great Perfection stage, would naturally have no problem sitting outdoors for a night.

But Lin Yuan saw that stubborn attitude and felt a mix of emotions.

Lin Yuan could understand her.

The allure of spiritual root transformation is right before your eyes, within reach. With each additional period of arduous cultivation, your spiritual root becomes purer. That tangible qualitative change is a fatal attraction for any cultivator.

Moreover, Jiang Huaiyue had already taken the lead and reached the Golden Elixir stage.

Given Lin Feilu's temperament, it's impossible for her not to be anxious.

A usually aloof and ethereal beauty, her desire for power has now overwhelmed all her reserve and pride.

Standing in line overnight.

Lin Yuan sighed silently in his heart.

Lin Feilu seemed to sense the fluctuations of the array. Her eyelashes trembled, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

The moment her cool gaze met Lin Yuan's, a sudden light flashed in the depths of her pupils.

"Master, it's my turn."

……

One hour later.

The stone chamber still retained the faint fragrance of photinia flowers after the practice of internal energy cultivation.

The two slowly finished their practice.

After the final cycle of the Yin-Yang Wuji Creation Great Law ended, the two distinct energies slowly separated from their extreme state of fusion and returned to their original forms.

The harvest was very fruitful.

Lin Yuan glanced down at the small golden characters under his eyes.

This time, I gained 900 attribute points from Lin Feilu.

In addition to the three thousand attribute points I gained from three arduous training sessions with Jiang Huaiyue yesterday.

Available attribute points: 236458

But the cost was equally severe.

Lin Yuan's face was deathly pale.

That kind of white wasn't the clean, pale white that cultivators usually have after their spiritual energy has been contained; rather, it was a deathly pallor that clearly indicated a deficiency of qi and blood.

His lips were completely bloodless, and his cheeks were even more sunken than yesterday.

His eye sockets were slightly sunken, and there was a faint bluish-gray tinge under his eyes.

He looked as if he had aged five years in just half a month.

But Lin Feilu is the complete opposite.

She sat cross-legged on the other side of the stone bed, a natural blush on her cheeks.

His aura was restrained, calm, and lingering.

Like a flower that has bloomed anew after being nourished by spring rain.

Her body was covered with a layer of lustrous white light, like an extremely thin ice shell, which refracted a faint seven-colored halo under the lamp.

The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be drawn to her by some invisible force, spontaneously gathering and approaching her without her having to consciously absorb it.

The transformation of a top-grade spiritual root is just one step away from completion.

Lin Feilu slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes, which were usually so cold and devoid of warmth, were now filled with joy.

Lin Yuan lay on his back on the other side of the stone bed.

Its limbs are spread wide, forming a standard "木" (wood) shape.

Lin Yuan lay there for about thirty breaths before slowly sitting up.

He reached out and grabbed the high-grade spirit wine from the stone table. He uncorked it, tilted his head back, and gulped down half of it.

Normally, this high-grade spiritual wine melts instantly upon entering the mouth, its immense medicinal power transforming into warm qi and blood, starting from the dantian and flowing along the meridians to nourish the limbs and bones. The feeling is like a withered tree being watered by spring, every cell experiencing a comfortable sensation of being filled and repaired.

But today—

After drinking the alcohol, there was no reaction whatsoever.

The immense medicinal power surged wildly within his body, yet it couldn't penetrate the depths of his severely depleted flesh and blood.

The body's capacity to bear weight has reached its limit.

Lin Yuan stared at the rock wall at the top of the stone chamber and began to review the current situation.

Four lines of asceticism.

Li Yang has already transformed into an Earth Spirit Root and is currently in seclusion for cultivation. Once she emerges from seclusion, the intensity and frequency of her face-to-face intensive training will definitely double.

Jiang Huaiyue forcibly entered the early stage of the Golden Core realm, but her foundation was extremely weak. She needed to rely on the Yin-Yang Limitless Creation Technique every day to stabilize her realm.

Lin Feilu was stuck in the critical period of transforming into a top-grade spiritual root, and he wouldn't let go of him, preferring to wait in line outside the door all night rather than give an inch.

There is also Wenyu porcelain.

She has just formed a flawed Golden Core and faces the predicament of being trapped in the early stage of the Golden Core for life. Once she comprehends the core essence of the Yin-Yang Technique, she will definitely spare no effort to repair her foundation.

Three Golden Core stage cultivators and one Foundation Establishment Great Perfection stage cultivator.

Lin Yuan himself was only a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

If he continues to pursue immortality on all four fronts like this—in less than half a month, forget about cultivating immortality, he might just die on his stone bed.

The epitaph will simply read, "He practiced excessive asceticism during his lifetime and died from exhaustion of vital energy."

If word gets out, even ghosts will laugh at him.

We must find a method of physical cultivation.

Only by increasing the upper limit of Qi and blood, strengthening muscles, bones, and skin, and making the physical body a sufficiently robust vessel, can it withstand combined pressure.

Lin Yuan struggled to sit up, pressing his right hand tightly against his aching lower back.

"Not a deer," Lin Yuan said in a hoarse voice, "Does the sect have any body cultivation techniques?"

Lin Feilu was adjusting the collar of her ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).

She certainly knew why Lin Yuan wanted to find a body cultivation technique.

"Yes." Lin Feilu suppressed the complex emotions in her eyes, her tone cold and crisp.

"The second and third floors of the Sutra Repository contain jade slips containing body cultivation techniques. They range from the most basic body refining techniques to the advanced Vajra Subduing Demon Body. The grades range from the third to the sixth grade."

She paused for a moment, then added, "However, the Xuan Yin Sect primarily uses a Yin-attribute cultivation system, and body cultivation is not the sect's forte. The number of body cultivation techniques collected in the Scripture Pavilion is limited, and most of them were collected from outside, resulting in a mixed bag of quality. Truly worthwhile techniques are few and far between."

Lin Yuan pondered for two breaths.

"How many sect contribution points are needed to go to the Scripture Pavilion to exchange for cultivation techniques?"

He had been cultivating in seclusion on Black Crow Mountain, relying on the trading of pills and various private means to acquire resources. Last time, he obtained the Frost Marrow Lotus in the Crimson Forbidden Land and earned more than a thousand contribution points.

"The required contribution points are quite a lot. A basic body cultivation technique requires about two or three hundred contribution points, but a truly advanced body cultivation secret technique can easily require thousands or even tens of thousands," Lin Feilu said calmly.

She changed the subject.

"However, during my last trip to the Crimson Forbidden Land, I handed over a large amount of demon beast materials and rare spiritual herbs. Combined with the contribution points I've accumulated in the sect over the past few years, it's more than enough to help you exchange for a high-level body cultivation technique."

Lin Yuan braced himself against his knees with both hands to straighten his body.

"Okay." He stretched his aching shoulders, his gaze regaining its sharpness. "Let's go to the library now."