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

Black flames climbed up his arms, over his shoulders, covered his torso, and then spread down to his lower back and legs.

Lin Yuan sat upright on the stone bed, his entire body enveloped in black flames. He transformed into a dark, fiery shadow, even the contours of his face blurred by leaping, eerie blue light.

Extreme cold pressure penetrates deep into the skin through the pores of the entire body.

pain.

A chilling, bone-chilling pain.

His mastery as a fifth-grade weapon refiner granted him unparalleled control. His divine sense multiplied into countless forms, guiding the extreme cold Netherfire to penetrate every inch of his bone marrow.

The gray-black impurities deep within the bone marrow were frozen, then forcefully forced out of the bones by the ghost fire, seeping into the muscles, and finally squeezed out inch by inch from the pores.

As soon as the impurities came into contact with the Netherfire on the body's surface, they were frozen into fine black ice shards by the extreme cold, and then burned into nothingness as the flames flickered.

The defensive midfield is the hardest hit area.

The bone marrow, which has been subjected to the most severe exploitation over the past two weeks, has the most serious accumulation of impurities.

Lin Yuan gritted his teeth.

His spiritual sense was like that of a weapon refiner forging an unparalleled spiritual weapon.

Time passes little by little.

A good half day has passed.

The black flames covering his entire body gradually contracted inward, like the receding tide, retreating back into his body through his palms and disappearing completely.

Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

He lowered his head and examined his own body.

The skin had a delicate, porcelain-like sheen, without the slightest impurity or blemish. The muscles and bones had undergone an extreme cleansing, achieving a flawless and pure state.

He casually clenched his fist, and a series of popping sounds came from his palm.

A sense of power.

It is not a violent output driven by magic, but a primal force purely from flesh and blood.

The exhaustion, lower back pain, and depletion of qi and blood in my lower abdomen caused by repeated overexertion—all of that had vanished. My body's resilience and the upper limit of my qi and blood had been greatly enhanced.

Lin Yuan felt the abundant blood and energy flowing through his limbs and bones, and a long-lost sense of peace welled up in his heart.

It feels like a businessman on the verge of bankruptcy who has finally plugged the biggest hole.

He brought up the control panel.

[Immortal Cultivation: Late Stage of Foundation Establishment (Perfected); Body Cultivation: Sixth Level of Body Tempering]

It only took half a day to go from the first floor to the sixth floor.

This speed is absolutely astonishing in the world of physical cultivation.

But Lin Yuan knew that this was not due to his innate talent. It was purely because the Hundred Refinements of Mortal Bones Technique was too perfectly suited to his conditions—the extreme cold of the Earthly Fiend Netherfire, the precise fire control of a fifth-grade weapon refiner, and the soul strength far exceeding that of his peers brought by the Thousand Evolutions Corpse Control Technique. All three were indispensable.

If anyone were to be in this situation and any one of these conditions were missing, the result would be an explosion—except that it would be their own body that explodes.

Lin Yuan stretched his muscles and bones.

He deliberately twisted his waist.

It's not sour anymore.

This was the first time in half a month that he felt his lower back was truly his own.

Lin Yuan's lips curled up slightly.

This body of mine is now strong enough to withstand the repeated exploitation by those female cultivators.

Just then, the surrounding air trembled slightly.

A rhythmic fluctuation of magical power emanated from the Six Yin Soul-Locking Array.

Someone is coming.

Lin Yuan calmly straightened his clothes and made a hand seal with his right hand. The gray mist swirled to both sides, clearing a path.

Accompanied by soft footsteps, a figure dressed in a black hooded robe entered the cave.

Warm rain porcelain.

She removed her hood, revealing a pale and exquisitely beautiful face.

Even after being tormented by the cold poison for years, and even with a damaged golden core and an unstable foundation, her face was still stunningly beautiful.

Her features were so exquisite, like a masterpiece painstakingly crafted by the Creator, and her eyes naturally carried a sharp, ruthless aura. Even the large cloak that covered her entire body could not conceal her slender and graceful figure.

Wen Yuci's gaze lingered on Lin Yuan for a moment.

She noticed the difference.

The man's complexion was completely different from yesterday. Yesterday, his face was ashen, his eyes sunken, and he looked utterly drained. But now, sitting upright on the stone bed, he was full of vitality, his complexion fair with a rosy glow, and his back ramrod straight.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wen Yuci's eyes, but she did not ask any questions.

A wise person never asks questions they shouldn't ask.

Without saying a word, Lin Yuan raised his hand and patted the edge of the bed beside him.

Wen Yuci paused in her steps.

She bit her lower lip. Her teeth left a faint white mark on her chapped lips.

He walked over without saying a word.

She slowed her pace considerably as she took the last three steps to the stone bed.

She was once the number one among her peers in the Xuan Yin Sect, a female demon who struck fear into the hearts of countless outer disciples.

Now she has to sit on the stone bed in front of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator and cultivate with him face to face.

……

A day and a night later.

The two powerful magical energies completed their final major cycle in the meridians, and the two energies, one yin and one yang, slowly separated and returned to their original forms.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

His face remained calm and composed, but the corners of his mouth subtly turned up slightly.

I played it ten times in a row, for a whole day and night.

If it were yesterday—no, forget about yesterday. He never wants to experience that state again in his life, where even turning over was difficult and he just wanted to lie there and wait to die.

But at this moment, apart from the inevitable mental fatigue, his physical body remained strong, and his blood and qi flowed smoothly.

The compressive strength of the six-layer tempering system is fully demonstrated.

There was none of that near-death feeling of being completely exhausted. My bones didn't ache, my lower back didn't feel like it was broken, and my legs were no longer weak.

Not only that.

Lin Yuan glanced at the small gold characters on the panel, and the smile on his lips widened slightly.

Ten thousand attribute points have been gained.

Moreover, under the operation of the Yin-Yang Limitless Creation Technique, his spiritual root also began a new round of transformation.

Impurities within the mid-grade spiritual root are slowly peeled away in each cycle of cultivation, and the root's translucency and purity are steadily increasing. Based on this trend, with enough arduous training sessions, breaking through from a mid-grade spiritual root to a high-grade spiritual root is not an unattainable goal.

Wen Yuci also opened her eyes.

She didn't bother to straighten her slightly disheveled long dress and eagerly focused her consciousness into her dantian.

Deep within the Qi Sea, the golden pill was quietly rotating.

The extremely glaring gray-white cracks on the surface of the pill body have now faded by a small portion.

The wounds that spread like a spider web across the golden core patterns were covered by a very thin layer of golden light, and the edges of the cracks began to show signs of healing.

The previously chaotic and superficial early-stage Golden Core magic power had become much more stable. The purity of each strand of magic power peeled from the surface of the core had increased by a level compared to the day before.

Wen Yuci suddenly raised her head.

Those usually cold and stern eyes were now filled with undisguised joy.

It really works.

It's not a minor improvement, but a real, visible repair.

This technique was far more powerful than she could comprehend.

At this rate of repair, with just another thirty to fifty rounds of arduous face-to-face training, the flaws in the Golden Core can be smoothed out, and even the grade of the Golden Core can be improved.

By then, she will not only be able to escape the predicament of being trapped in the early stage of Core Formation, but may even be able to continue her progress in the middle and late stages of Core Formation.

What shocked her even more was that her top-grade spiritual root had actually begun to improve in the slightest way.