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

A month later.

Inside the stone chamber, the Earthly Fiend Netherfire slowly circulated on Lin Yuan's body, like a layer of pitch-black water curtain flowing along his skin, with a ghostly blue halo surging at the edges, before finally silently receding into his body.

Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

[Body Cultivation: Twelfth Level of Body Tempering Realm]

There's no room for improvement in the cultivation of magic. The Foundation Establishment stage is at its peak, and without breaking through to the Golden Core stage, there's no way to continue improving.

But the progress in physical cultivation over the past month has been so rapid that even he himself found it somewhat unexpected.

Having reached the twelfth level of body tempering, he is only one step away from the Transcendent Realm.

If you take off your shirt, you can see a layer of pale golden luster, like mutton fat jade, floating under your skin. It is delicate, even, and without any impurities.

My back doesn't ache anymore. My legs don't feel weak anymore.

This is the most intuitive feeling.

At the same moment, Wen Yuci, who was sitting in the corner, slowly opened her eyes.

The golden pill inside the dantian rotated quietly in the sea of ​​qi. Compared with a month ago, the changes on the surface of the pill were so great that it was almost unrecognizable.

The gray-white cracks that had spread like a spider web had now disappeared. The pill was now smooth and round, with its magical power flowing steadily and continuously. Its purity far exceeded that of the initial pill formation.

Moreover, her spiritual root also underwent a visible transformation.

Wen Yuci remained silent for a moment before slowly withdrawing her divine sense.

……

A month and a half later.

The spiritual energy above Black Crow Mountain surged, but the strange phenomenon was concealed by the formation, and the spiritual energy inside the cave gathered into a visible vortex.

Lin Feilu sat cross-legged, his body radiating a brilliant white light.

A powerful aura surged from her body.

The supreme-grade golden elixir is complete.

The pill was perfectly round and flawless, with nine complete golden pill patterns naturally formed on its surface. Each pattern was clearly discernible, and the flow of magical power between the patterns naturally presented a perfectly round and self-consistent cycle.

Lin Feilu slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes, usually so cold and aloof, now reflected the light of the indoor lamp, revealing a deeply hidden emotion stirring within them.

She didn't speak, but slowly regulated her breathing, gradually bringing her breath back to a steady state.

Then she turned her head and looked at Lin Yuan, who was sitting on the other side of the stone bed.

……

Two months later.

Jiang Huaiyue's spiritual root underwent a transformation, upgrading from a top-grade spiritual root to an earth-grade spiritual root.

His cultivation level had reached the early stage of the Golden Core realm, a perfect stage, and he was only one step away from the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

……

Two and a half months later.

Inside the stone chamber, Lin Yuan sat upright on a futon, motionless, like a wooden stake buried in the ground.

The spiritual energy around him fluctuated violently, like a pot of boiling water churning on his body, before gradually receding inward.

Lin Yuan felt a completely new and unprecedented sense of clarity within his body.

It's like a piece of murky ore that was originally full of impurities being thrown into a furnace and repeatedly calcined until all the ash and slag are removed.

After such a long period of arduous face-to-face cultivation, his spiritual root finally transformed into a superior spiritual root.

While he may not be considered a genius, he's certainly not too bad.

"We can try to form our core now!"

……

Three months later.

Xuan Yin Sect, located on a remote and deserted mountain peak.

On the desolate mountaintop, three stunningly beautiful figures hung suspended, swords drawn, a palpable tension emanating from them.

Wen Yuci wore a long black dress, her expression arrogant, and her aura as a beginner in the Golden Core stage was unabashedly exuded.

Lin Feilu, dressed in pure white, placed her hand on the hilt of her sword. The sword was not yet drawn, but the oppressive aura of a top-grade golden elixir had already spread out silently.

Jiang Huaiyue stood slightly to the side between the two, her crimson tight-fitting dress outlining her alluring figure. A faint smile played on her lips, but her eyes held a cold glint that was more intense than anyone else's.

Three people, three different auras, clashed back and forth on the mountaintop, even the stone slabs under their feet creaked from the invisible force of their energy.

These three are now renowned figures in the Xuan Yin Sect.

At this moment, however, they were like three middle-aged women in a vegetable market, their eyes blazing over a cabbage, none of them willing to back down an inch.

"Senior Sister Wen, isn't your eating manners a bit too unseemly?"

Lin Feilu spoke first, her voice icy cold: "In the past two weeks, I've gone to Black Crow Mountain six times, and you've stopped me at the gate five times. Are you planning to hog the entrance to this cave forever?"

Wen Yuci sneered and, without any hesitation, unleashed her early-stage Golden Core aura to meet her head in a direct confrontation.

"I also wanted to get some fresh air, but my master has been in a particularly high spirits these past two weeks, always insisting on having long talks with me all night long, saying he has important matters to instruct me on. As his subordinate, how could I refuse my master's kind offer?"

"Oh, so you're talking about someone who has to hold onto the wall to walk, and you still call it 'Master's high spirits'?" Jiang Huaiyue added casually from the side, her tone light but her words quite hurtful. "Senior Sister's vocabulary is getting better and better."

Wen Yuci's eyes twitched, and she turned to look at Jiang Huaiyue, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"Junior Sister Jiang speaks so lightly. Who was it that didn't come out for seven days straight last month, leaving Junior Sister Lin and me waiting at the door? Your excuse back then was—to help the master clean the stone chamber."

Wen Yuci paused, then slowly and clearly enunciated the last few words.

"Junior Sister Jiang knows how big Lin Yuan's stone chamber is. She knows what she was cleaning in seven days and seven nights."

Jiang Huaiyue's smile froze for less than a moment before she raised her chin without changing her expression.

"Master is going to guide me in the art of weapon crafting. I have exceptional talent in weapon crafting, and Master has a discerning eye, so he naturally spent more time on it."

"Weapon forging." Lin Feilu snorted softly, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe. "What kind of weapon forging are you watching?"

"I'm eyeing Master's excellent qualities," Jiang Huaiyue replied without any hesitation. "Is there a problem?"

Lin Feilu: "..."

The three engaged in a fierce verbal battle atop the barren mountain, their intensity no less than that of a real fight.

The cause of the matter is quite simple.

Since Lin Yuan's physical cultivation improved and his body's load-bearing capacity increased by leaps and bounds, the little donkey ran more and more happily and energetically.

Since Lin Yuan could handle it, their appetites naturally grew as well.

Who can resist the feeling of spiritual transformation, soul cleansing, and magical power deepening after each period of arduous cultivation?

That was a genuine opportunity, one that no one else could obtain in exchange for anything.

When appetites grow too big, resources become insufficient.

And that's how this whole thing happened.

"Since neither of us can convince the other, let's have a fight." Wen Yuci raised her hand, her longsword emerging from its sheath. The azure sword energy instantly tore several deep gashes in the bluestone beneath her feet. "The winner gets to keep it all for the entire month, and the loser isn't allowed to come even once this month. Anyone have any objections?"

"No objection." Lin Feilu's supreme golden core power suddenly spread out, his body shone with white light, and his fierce sword intent had taken shape.

The two of them were ready to fight at the slightest disagreement; their aura was real, and their murderous intent was real as well.

Jiang Huaiyue stood in the middle, her eyes darting around quickly.

She had already calculated the consequences if a real fight broke out.

Wen Yuci's Golden Core has been repaired, and her combat power has recovered to 70-80%, but her foundation is still not as good as Lin Feilu's top-grade Golden Core. She can't win in a battle of attrition.

So what if Lin Feilu won? Would Wen Yuci let it go after suffering a loss?

At that time, these two will put on a show at the entrance of Black Crow Mountain every few days, causing chaos and disorder.

If Lin Yuan himself gets impatient, he can simply close the cave door, preventing anyone from entering—that would be like trying to fill a basket with water.

Moreover, if a fight really breaks out, this barren mountaintop will surely be overturned.