Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family
Chapter 145 - 141: The Night of the Full Moon, The Day of Passing on Power!

Chapter 145: Chapter 141: The Night of the Full Moon, The Day of Passing on Power!

"Senior Brother Guann, are you alright?"

Back at their seats, Li Ran and Xiao Ping couldn’t help but ask with some amusement.

Guann Tianyu rolled up his sleeves, revealing his swollen arms with a prominent fist imprint, and said irritably:

"Do I look like I’m alright to you?"

After speaking, Guann Tianyu picked up a pot of water from the table and gulped it down, then burped and smacked his lips, saying, "You wouldn’t believe it, but that kid Peng Nai is really strong. Even though he’s just in the Divine Travel Realm, if it’s purely about physical strength, he’s probably above me."

"Who knows how strong he’ll be once he breaks through to the True Self Realm?"

Pausing for a moment, Guann Tianyu seemed to recall something and continued: "Moreover, this kid’s Sea of Consciousness is very solid. Even as a True Self Realm cultivator, my immobility spell couldn’t completely hold him in place."

"Junior Brother Xiao, if you encounter him in the competition, you’re going to have big trouble."

Guann Tianyu patted Chen Zhixing’s shoulder, showing a sympathetic look on his face.

Chen Zhixing smiled and said, "Senior Brother Guann, against North Peak’s Chief True Inheritor Gai Rong this time, I suppose that wasn’t easy for you either?"

On hearing this, Guann Tianyu’s brows furrowed, and his face sank.

In previous competitions between the two peaks, he didn’t have to face Gai Rong.

But this time, because the previous South Peak Chief True Inheritor retired from the True Disciple ranks due to age, Guann Tianyu suddenly became the new South Peak Chief True Inheritor.

In a competition, naturally, it’s chief against chief.

Thus, Guann Tianyu’s opponent changed from his old rival Nie Xiaolong to Gai Rong!

"Ah, don’t mention it! What can I do? I’m really desperate!"

Guann Tianyu rubbed his temples in agony.

...

...

In the blink of an eye, fifteen days passed.

The winter snow had gradually melted, and the snow-covered mountains were slowly revealing some green treetops.

During these fifteen days, Chen Zhixing finally reached the Fourth-Layer Twisted Control level in his cultivation of the core technique!

What is Twisted Control?

It refers to twisting the enemy’s senses, manipulating and controlling their thoughts, turning them into your puppet!

That evening.

A bright full moon hung high in the vast night sky.

Chen Zhixing, clad in a crimson robe like autumn leaves, sat cross-legged on the mountaintop.

A servant approached softly and said, "Xiao Zhenchuan, the Peak Leader is waiting for you."

Chen Zhixing nodded. Tonight, the full moon night was the day Moo Yuemei had mentioned for the secret technique bequeathing.

He was also eager to see exactly what kind of secret technique could help someone in the Divine Travel Realm forcibly ascend to the True Self Realm!

One must know, the True Self Realm isn’t some common cabbage on the street. In any power, it’s an absolute pinnacle!

The family leader who can rule a major city is merely at the brink of the True Self Realm.

Even in top forces like the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands and the Ziwei Chen Family, someone in the True Self Realm can serve as an Elder, a backbone of the sect!

If there was a secret technique to elevate from the Divine Travel Realm to the True Self Realm, it would likely cause a massive surge in the strength of every cultivator in the East Profound Domain!

Led by the servant, Chen Zhixing passed through the Peak Summit Hall, corridors, and courtyards, finally stopping in front of a chamber door.

"Xiao Zhenchuan, the Peak Leader is already inside waiting for you."

The servant said respectfully, then stepped back with a bow.

Chen Zhixing stood in front of the vermilion chamber door, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Ping’er, come in."

Inside the chamber, Moo Yuemei’s mature, charming voice was heard.

Chen Zhixing pushed open the door, took a step inside, and was slightly taken aback.

The entire chamber was draped with hanging white sheer curtains.

In the center of the chamber was a bathing tub, with steam rising continuously, shrouding the room in a misty haze.

Looking up, Chen Zhixing could vaguely see a graceful silhouette sitting cross-legged behind a curtain.

The silhouette, with its long, elegant neck and an indescribable voluptuousness, coupled with a slender waist, was visible through the curtain.

Even through the sheer fabric, the silhouette’s exquisite curves were evident.

The curtains fluttered slightly, making the figure even more hazy, like seeing flowers in the mist.

If it were anyone with ordinary self-control, just seeing this scene would make their blood surge.

"Ping’er, take off your clothes and bathe."

Moo Yuemei’s voice came from behind the curtain.

Chen Zhixing appeared a bit stunned.

This...

Is this bequeathing really legitimate?

"Ping’er," Moo Yuemei’s voice sounded again.

"Yes."

Chen Zhixing promptly cupped his hands, suppressing his thoughts, and followed the instructions to remove his clothes and enter the tub.

Inside, a large pot of medicinal liquid was brewing, not carrying the usual bitter aroma of decoctions but a faint fragrance.

"Sit cross-legged, circulate your cultivation, and absorb the powerful medicinal properties of this liquid," Moo Yuemei said sternly.

Chen Zhixing nodded, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

As he activated his cultivation, an immense amount of pure spiritual qi surged from the medicinal liquid, instantly entering his body through his pores.

"Such potent medicinal properties!"

Chen Zhixing squinted slightly.

This tub of medicinal liquid was no ordinary concoction; even at a glance, he could identify heavenly materials and earthly treasures such as Thousand-Year Immortal Essence, Immortal Divine Flower, Celestial Essence Fruit, and profound yellow true liquid.

To brew such a pot of medicinal decoction, at least several million spirit stones are needed!

And for any cultivator, several million spirit stones are undoubtedly an astronomical amount!

It’s worth noting that even if the entire spiritual ore of the Chen Family is mined, it amounts to merely a few million spirit stones!

This made Chen Zhixing feel somewhat moved.

One must admit, what Peak Leader Moo Yuemei has committed for him far surpasses what a master usually does for an ordinary disciple!

As the vast Spiritual Qi entered his body, the True Essence within Chen Zhixing’s Spiritual Sea immediately began to increase at a visibly rapid pace.

"She must intend to use this pot of medicinal decoction to help me advance my cultivation to the Divine Travel Ninth Layer, right?"

Chen Zhixing’s thoughts stirred as his cultivation gradually revealed itself with the absorption of the medicine’s effects.

Divine Travel Third Layer!

Divine Travel Fourth Layer!

Divine Travel Fifth Layer!

.....

An hour later.

As Chen Zhixing absorbed the medicinal decoction from the bath barrel.

He managed to reveal his cultivation up to the realm of the Divine Travel Ninth Layer!

Behind a translucent curtain of gauze.

Moo Yuemei was momentarily stunned upon seeing this.

"Hmm? Already reached Divine Travel Ninth Layer? So smoothly?" She felt a bit surprised.

Originally, she thought that pot of great medicine should raise Chen Zhixing’s cultivation to around the Divine Travel Seventh Layer or Eighth Layer.

Then she would intervene, using some top-grade treasure pills to help Chen Zhixing advance to the Divine Travel Ninth Layer!

Who would have thought that without her intervention, Chen Zhixing would solely rely on that pot of great medicine to advance to the Divine Travel Ninth Layer!

"It seems today’s fortune is extraordinarily favorable."

Moo Yuemei’s face broke into a smile, then she spoke again:

"Ping’er, sit at the center of the array."

As Moo Yuemei’s words ended.

A six-pointed star array suddenly glowed brightly on the ground.

Chen Zhixing nodded, stood up from the bath barrel, his upper body bare, and walked step by step to sit at the center of the six-pointed star array.

"Master, what do I do next?"

Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged at the center of the six-pointed star, facing away from Moo Yuemei, and asked.

The light gauze curtain was pushed aside by a slender, pale hand. Moo Yuemei gazed at Chen Zhixing’s back, her eyes involuntarily dazed.

Chen Zhixing’s exposed upper body, with hair cascading like a waterfall, casually draping over his back.

His skin was fair, translucent, even whiter than a woman’s.

His spine was straight, his body covered with well-proportioned muscles, each muscle well-defined, like a sculpture.

Droplets of water slid down his skin, emitting a faint shimmer.

"Master?"

Seeing no response from behind, Chen Zhixing could not help but call again softly.

"Ping... Ping’er, don’t turn around."

Moo Yuemei snapped back, a blush rapidly spreading from her neck to her ear tips.

She secretly scolded herself for being improper, then took elegant steps, walking toward Chen Zhixing.

One hand rested on Chen Zhixing’s shoulder.

Chen Zhixing was immediately tingled all over, yet he resisted the urge to turn around.

"Ping’er, it might tickle a bit, bear with it."

Moo Yuemei’s voice came from behind his ear, and Chen Zhixing nodded.

Soon after, he felt Moo Yuemei behind him, seeming to have picked up a brush and started painting on his back.

The brush tip was gentle, touching his skin with a tingling sensation, as if ants were crawling.

This made Chen Zhixing shiver involuntarily once more.

He did not know.

Behind him, Moo Yuemei held a brush dipped in Taiyi Celestial Essence as ink, herself also tense, her wrist slightly trembling.

Despite being a Nirvana Realm Great Power, the prestigious South Peak Leader of Celestial Wave Sacred Lands, she had never interacted with a young man in this manner.

Moments later.

Moo Yuemei drew mysterious symbols on Chen Zhixing’s back.

"Ping’er, now I will come to the front, you... close your eyes."

Moo Yuemei’s voice was a bit dry.

After speaking, she still felt something was unsuitable, so she tore off a piece of fine gauze and bound it over Chen Zhixing’s eyes.

Then, Moo Yuemei took a deep breath and walked to Chen Zhixing’s front.

She squatted down, suppressing the inner shyness, carefully painting Divine Patterns on Chen Zhixing’s body.

Chen Zhixing could clearly feel the softness of the brush’s bristles, tracing from his chin down to his lower abdomen.

He could also feel Moo Yuemei’s face very close to his chest, his skin acutely sensing the moist warmth of her breath with each exhale.

This made every pore of Chen Zhixing’s body involuntarily open, his feet tensed straight.

"Master... do you have to be that close?" Chen Zhixing’s throat quivered.

The next moment.

Unable to resist, Chen Zhixing slightly opened his eyes and looked down.

Simultaneously, Moo Yuemei, who was meticulously outlining symbols on his skin, was also taken aback and involuntarily looked up.