Hunting milfs in cultivation world
Chapter 61: Awakening 2

Chapter 61: Awakening 2

Beneath the dim sky cloaked in twilight haze, the forest lay in eerie silence, its calm shattered by the ruins of a shattered carriage. Broken wheels, splintered wood, and pools of dried blood painted a grim picture—one that could have easily been mistaken for the aftermath of a demonic beast attack.

In the center of that scorched and shattered clearing, amid the broken wreckage of what had once been a carriage, a lone figure knelt upon the charred earth.

Her slender form trembled like a dying flame in the wind.

Ash clung to her torn robes, and her long black hair, once neatly tied, now hung messily around her face, dirtied by soot and blood. Her delicate frame looked pitiful, almost ghostly, amidst the wreckage. Yet, in the silence of the burnt-out forest, it was her quiet sobs that pierced the air with the sharpest sorrow.

Tears—warm, heavy, and unrelenting—streamed down her bloodstreaked cheeks, falling silently onto the blackened soil. The ground drank her grief without protest, as if the world itself acknowledged her anguish.

That girl was Li Yao, once proud and fiery, but now reduced to a fragile figure crumbling beneath the weight of loss.

Her body bore clear signs of the recent chaos—bruises mottled her arms, and her robe was ripped along the sides, exposing patches of pale skin marred by scrapes and wounds. Her forehead had split open where she’d struck a jagged rock after being thrown from the carriage, and blood had dried down the side of her face in a cruel trail.

Yet despite the physical torment, it was the invisible wound—lodged in her heart—that shattered her more than anything else.

"I... lost him..."

Her voice emerged like a dying breath, hoarse and barely audible, cracking under the weight of despair.

Her hand reached forward, trembling, to clutch at a half-burnt plank from the ruined carriage—the last remnant of the moment she had shared with him. Her fingers, once graceful and proud, now curled weakly around the splintered wood as if trying to hold onto something already gone.

Her lips parted again, trembling as if to cry out.

But nothing came.

Only silence.

Only pain.

Only the sound of her heart breaking, again and again.

There were no witnesses to this moment. No cultivators or sect elders. No curious beasts or wandering spirits. Just a broken girl, grieving in the ashes, and the desolate wind, carrying her sorrow through the charred remnants of a forest now as empty as her soul.

In that stillness, in that unrelenting grief...

Something stirred.

And yet, in that very moment—when grief should have consumed her entirely, when despair should have broken her utterly—something within her stirred.

Something boundless.

Something not born of this world, but inherited through forgotten bloodlines that slumbered deep within her marrow.

A primal force awakened.

It began as a spark—quiet, nearly imperceptible—but it grew, swelling with every heartbeat, every tremble, every breath laced with sorrow and rage. This was no ordinary emotion. It was a conviction forged in heartbreak, tempered by pain, and sharpened by fury.

Her sorrow, once a bottomless well threatening to drown her, suddenly turned to fuel—pure, powerful, and scorching.

The wind around her stilled, as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath.

The spiritual energy in the air shivered unnaturally, drawn toward her like moths to an unseen flame. Leaves trembled. The ground hummed with tension.

Her expression shifted.

The tears stopped flowing.

Her weeping eyes, moments ago clouded with helplessness, began to glow. At first, just a flicker—a golden-red light, faint as the dying glow of embers. But within seconds, the flicker ignited into brilliance.

Fire was born.

It started in her pupils—twin pinpricks of flame that glimmered with an otherworldly hue. Then—whoosh—a sudden burst of heat erupted from her body.

The shockwave blasted outward in all directions, searing the air and ripping through the burnt landscape. Dead trees cracked and collapsed. Embers exploded into flame. Even the earth beneath her feet sizzled and split.

A ring of fire spiraled into existence around her—crimson, gold, and white—the colors of a celestial blaze. It circled her like a halo, flickering with divine intent.

But this was no ordinary fire.

It wasn’t fueled by Qi techniques.

It wasn’t conjured by incantation.

This was phoenix fire—ancient, undying, and divine.

And it had answered her call.

It was divine.

It was... phoenix fire.

The temperature soared. Trees around her began to sizzle, leaves wilting and blackening before igniting outright. The wooden remnants of the carriage burst into flames and were reduced to ash within seconds. Even the soil beneath her began to melt and turn glassy.

She stood slowly, her body engulfed in golden flames. They licked her skin but did not burn her. Instead, they danced across her figure like the caress of some ancient spirit. Her expression was no longer weak or broken—it had become resolute, eyes glowing with divine intensity.

Then it began.

Boom!

Her cultivation surged.

The 7th level of Qi Gathering Realm!

Boom!

The 8th level of Qi Gathering!

Boom!

The 9th level of Qi Gathering!

She didn’t stop. Her meridians were pushed to their limit, then broken, then reforged anew. Her core trembled as it shattered its bottleneck.

Boom!!!

She stepped into the Foundation Building Realm—first level.

But still, her cultivation didn’t stop.

The momentum was terrifying, like a tidal wave that refused to settle.

2nd level...

3rd level...

4th level...

The heat emanating from her body intensified. The flames around her danced madly as phoenix cries echoed faintly in the skies above.

Her skin glowed with divine light. Crimson wings of fire unfurled from her back, burning brighter than the sun. She lifted her face toward the heavens, eyes narrowed with conviction.

Her cultivation soared again.

5th level.

6th level.

7th!

8th!

9th level of the Foundation Building Realm!

But even that... was not the end.

A final cry of the phoenix shook the skies above the forest.

And then—her body burst into flames!

Li Yao burned. Her entire being disintegrated into ash under the intensity of her own divine fire. It was a scene both tragic and majestic. The wind howled, carrying the ashes through the forest like sacred embers, swirling with the rhythm of some unknown celestial force.

Then—

The ashes began to move.

They swirled inward.

And slowly, they reformed.

Her bones reassembled.

Her flesh returned.

Her skin, reborn anew.

Her beauty now otherworldly.

Her aura far greater than before.

This was the Nirvana of the Phoenix.

But the phenomenon didn’t stop at one rebirth.

The fire ignited again—she burned a second time, then returned once more.

Again.

And again.

Nine times.

Nine cycles of death and rebirth.

With each Nirvana, her body grew stronger, her meridians wider, her dantian more vast. By the end of the ninth rebirth, the entire jungle around her had been reduced to ash. All trees, all shrubs, all beasts—vanished in a mile-wide circle of scorched devastation.

At last, the divine fire subsided.

The wings on her back faded into sparks.

Her bare feet touched the molten earth, her long black hair fluttering around her like celestial silk. Her breathing was soft but steady. Her eyes—sharp like phoenix flame—held a noble fury.

And in that moment, her cultivation surged one last time.

Golden Core Realm – First Level.

The forest fell into silence.

Then, her knees buckled.

The rebirths had exhausted her entirely. Her strength gave out as she collapsed to the earth, unconscious, her breath barely audible.

But in her sleep, her fingers curled slightly—reaching toward the direction Meng Hao had disappeared.

Meanwhile, at the Heavenly Demon Sect...

Within the towering palace built into obsidian cliffs, Meng Hao sat cross-legged on a soft jade platform inside his newly assigned chamber. Fine spiritual stones lined the walls, and glowing lanterns gave the room a constant gentle radiance. Everything was lavish.

But Meng Hao?

He was bored.

Painfully so.

Having been declared the new "lover" of Mo Zhou, the Sect’s Young Lady, and forbidden from leaving the palace grounds, he had been stuck inside all day with nothing but system windows and fantasies to entertain him.

"Damn this cage..." he muttered. "Luxurious, but still a cage."

Just then—ding!

A system alert rang in his mind.

[System Notification!]

Significant breakthrough detected: Li Yao.

Emotional trauma and obsession toward host has triggered awakening of an ancient bloodline.

[Name: Li Yao]

[Age: 21]

[Cultivation: Golden Core Realm – 1st Level]

[Bloodline: Immortal Phoenix Physique (Awakened)]

[Luck Grade: Indigo Tier]

[Charm: 500 (Average Human Charm: 100)]

[Favorability Toward Host: ★★★★★]

(She loves you more than anyone. You are the center of her world. She would defy heaven, tear down sects, or lay down her life—just to be with you.)

Meng Hao’s mouth slowly fell open.

He blinked at the system panel in disbelief.

"W-What?!"

His voice cracked in sheer shock.

"Golden Core Realm?! In one day?!"

His jaw tightened as he stared at the numbers.

"Five hundred charm... Indigo luck... Immortal Phoenix Physique? What kind of cheat code did she just unlock?!"

He staggered back and sat against the bed frame, stunned.

"She actually... she really went through an awakening. Is this because of me?"

" She’s that much obsessed with me?"

A dangerous shiver ran down his spine.

"I don’t know whether to be happy... or terrified."