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Chapter 23 - Secluded Cultivation Breakthrough – Pure Yang Sacred Body, Complete! ( Part 2 )

Chapter 23: Secluded Cultivation Breakthrough – Pure Yang Sacred Body, Complete! ( Part 2 )

This was a low-tier cultivation world where spiritual resources were scarce. Anything that potent was priceless.

The three women had benefited enormously during this closed-door session.

Both Huang Rong and Li Mochou had reached the sixth layer of Qi Refining, while Xiaolongnü had gone even further — achieving the seventh!

Li Mochou had, on multiple occasions, accused Wang Xuan of favoritism.

Of course, the accusation was completely baseless.

I’ve been completely fair and balanced, Wang Xuan thought. No favoritism at all — equal rain and dew for everyone!

He could only chalk it up to different natural talents. Even under the same conditions, some people just advanced faster.

They’re simply born for this.

“Now then…”

Wang Xuan’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

This would be the first time he attempted to revive someone who had been dead for decades — even he felt a rush of excitement.

“Should we rest for a day first?” Huang Rong asked with concern.

This was no trivial matter. There couldn’t be any missteps.

“No need. I feel like I could take on the world right now.”

Having forged the Pure Yang Sacred Body, Wang Xuan felt endless power surging within.

All 108 meridians functioned like 108 pumps — tirelessly supplying him with energy.

He didn’t even remember what fatigue felt like anymore!

That very night, at the deepest moment of midnight — the Hour of the Rat³ — a dark cloud cloaked the summit of Mount Zhongnan.

Then came the wind — cold and piercing.

Villagers down in the town woke from their dreams, startled, some claiming they heard the wails of ghosts.

Inside the ancient tomb, Wang Xuan held his breath and focused entirely.

Huang Rong, Li Mochou, and Xiaolongnü stood nearby, faces tight with anxiety.

“It’s coming!”

Wang Xuan shouted.

Outside the tomb, the wind howled like demons crying, swirling in from all directions like a tidal wave.

Ordinary mortals like Granny Sun and Hong Lingbo clung to each other, shivering uncontrollably from the biting chill.

“Ancestor-Grandmother!”

Xiaolongnü stepped forward and called out.

But along with Lin Chaoying’s soul fragment, the storm had brought many… uninvited guests.

Wang Xuan’s task was to distinguish between them using the secret art.

There must be something… something left!

The worst-case scenario was that Lin Chaoying’s soul had already perished completely.

If so, he’d have no choice but to wait until he reached the Nascent Soul realm to try again.

Time crawled on.

Huang Rong and the others grew more and more uneasy.

The longer it dragged on, the more energy Wang Xuan would expend.

If he reached his limit, they would have to find a way to replenish him… and quickly.

Prepared for that very outcome, both Li Mochou and Xiaolongnü stood ready to leap in at a moment’s notice.

And then—

A faint moan drifted through the tomb.

It was like a woman slowly waking from a long dream… or the soft whimper of a newborn child.

In that moment, it sounded like the sweetest music in the world.

Wang Xuan’s eyes snapped open.

He swiftly formed a hand seal and shouted:

“Condense!”

A wisp of shadow, impossibly fine, was pulled from the black mist outside.

It was Lin Chaoying’s soul fragment!

“Disperse!”

He shouted again.

The remaining spectral fog vanished in a sudden burst, retreating from the tomb like water pulled into a void.

The black cloud that had blanketed Mount Zhongnan also evaporated.

Calm returned.

Xiaolongnü stared at the wisp of shadow floating before Wang Xuan and whispered:

“Ancestor-Grandmother…?”

Ordinary people cannot see souls.

Granny Sun and Hong Lingbo could only sense a chilling aura.

Only those capable of projecting their spiritual consciousness could perceive Lin Chaoying’s spirit.

And even then, communication could only be achieved through sheer thought.

“Where… is this?”

A threadlike woman’s voice echoed softly in the minds of Wang Xuan, Xiaolongnü, and the others.

“Grandmaster Ancestress!”

Xiaolongnü widened her beautiful eyes and called out gently.

Unfortunately, Lin Chaoying’s soul was far too frail to respond again.

Wang Xuan couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved.

Had they been just a few years later, even this final shred of Lin Chaoying’s spirit would’ve completely dissipated.

Just then, Xiaolongnü’s entire body quivered, a fleeting confusion flashed through her eyes, but then she returned to normal.

And within everyone’s spiritual perception, Lin Chaoying’s soul had vanished.

“Looks like Grandmaster Ancestress still prefers my junior sister!”

Li Mochou gave a helpless smile and stepped forward to check on Xiaolongnü.

Two souls in one body!

A single body bearing two souls would naturally consume immense energy.

“I’m fine!”

Xiaolongnü shook her head, signaling that there was no need for concern.

Still, Wang Xuan warned them—the spirit, by instinct, would draw nourishment. They mustn’t be careless.

After all, Lin Chaoying was now in a muddled, dreamlike state and unable to control her actions.

“I’ll pass you the secret technique to nourish the soul. If anything feels off, tell me immediately!”

Wang Xuan had no intention of sacrificing Xiaolongnü for Lin Chaoying’s sake.

If things spiraled beyond control, he’d have no choice but to forcibly extract Lin Chaoying’s soul.

Fortunately, over the following days, Xiaolongnü’s condition remained stable.

Except for one thing—she had grown increasingly drowsy.

According to the Divine Soul Codex, drowsiness was expected. Lin Chaoying’s spirit, akin to a newborn, naturally required abundant sleep.

Wang Xuan would check Xiaolongnü’s body and the spirit within her Mud Pill Palace¹ multiple times daily. Only after confirming no abnormalities did he feel at ease.

For his first attempt at reviving someone dead for decades—everything was going well so far!

To be honest, he felt quite accomplished!

And this sense of achievement only pushed Wang Xuan to grow even stronger!

If he were already at the Nascent Soul Stage², reviving Lin Chaoying would’ve been effortless!

There would’ve been no need for such tension and unease!

It all came down to his own lack of strength.

Now that he had reached the tenth level of Qi Refinement, Wang Xuan would begin his Foundation Establishment.

That is, he needed to open a space in his Lower Dantian³ to house 108 spiritual meridians.

Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea!⁴