Magus Supremacy
Chapter 381: Dantian Cultivated!

Chapter 381: Dantian Cultivated!

Chapter 381

Hhuuuuhh! (FX for a deep gasp)

"Kuk, Kuk, Kuk!"

Grey burst into a coughing fit as his eyes slowly fluttered open, his entire body groaning in slight pain. His hand instinctively crept up to his face, as though trying to ground himself in reality.

"Wh...what happe—" Grey stammered, but cut off mid-sentence as his fingers brushed against something wet and sticky on his forehead. Confused, he pulled his hand away and blinked at it in disbelief.

A sticky, smelly black substance coated his palm—thick like sludge, with a stench that made his nose wrinkle instantly.

"What the hell is this?!"

He bolted upright from his laying position, his instincts kicking in faster than his mind could process. He stood hurriedly to his feet, heart racing.

Splash!

Something beneath him gave way with a wet squelch. Glancing down at the floor where he had been moments ago, Grey’s expression twisted in disgust.

A shallow puddle of that same foul black liquid shimmered faintly in the morning light, releasing a stench so strong it made his eyes water.

His clothes were soaked in it. It clung to his skin and fabric alike, sticky and rancid.

"What the hell is this? Hope that didn’t come out of me?" Grey muttered aloud, concern creeping into his tone. He smacked his lips a few times, trying to make sense of the bitter aftertaste in his mouth. His brows furrowed.

Then the realization hit.

"Shit! It did come out of me..."

His stomach churned at the thought. "But what is that? It looks like something unclean and impure... like poison expelled from my body."

He took a cautious step back, away from the small puddle, unable to stand the putrid smell any longer. The odor alone made his head spin.

"What really happened though?" he muttered, still disoriented. He rubbed his temple as fragmented memories began piecing themselves together.

From the warm dinner shared with the small family... to the bitter words exchanged with Finral... to him storming into his room and deciding to cultivate using the red pill Vanessa had given him...

Then came the internal clash—a battle between his Ki and some strange, foreign energy inside him that had escalated into a violent internal explosion, one that had knocked him unconscious.

"Right... that’s what happened."

He clenched and unclenched his fists slowly, testing the sensation in his limbs.

That’s when he felt it—something.

A strange yet familiar energy surged within. His eyes widened, and he quickly sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to focus. Within seconds, he could sense it—see it, even.

His Dantian had been fully cultivated.

It pulsed within him, brimming with pure Ki, condensed and concentrated into a core the size of a baby’s fist. The energy swirled inside him like a small vortex, stable yet powerful.

Not only that—his body felt... reborn. Refreshed. Lighter. It was as though every muscle, every bone had been strengthened from within.

His senses were heightened, more in sync with the world around him. He could hear faint sounds outside the window and even feel the movement of air against his skin more keenly than before.

"Damnnn! I really did do it!" he gasped, unable to hold back the grin spreading across his face. "I cultivated my Dantian... I can now use Ki!"

Overwhelmed with emotion—shock, excitement, pride—Grey looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time.

"Now my journey as a Yun Warrior begins!"

Unable to contain himself, he broke into celebratory movements—throwing awkward punches into the air, mimicking moves he had only seen others do. His feet shuffled in strange patterns, wild and chaotic. But he didn’t care.

He was happy. He was alive. And more than anything—he had succeeded.

Of course, joy turned to comedy.

In his excitement, he overstepped and stumbled backward, landing hard on his backside with a loud thud—right into the smelly puddle again.

"Pew! This place still reeks," he groaned, waving a hand in front of his nose. "I need to clean up this place—and myself—before anybody wal—"

His eyes darted to the window.

"Oh crap!" he yelped, eyes widening in panic. "It’s already morning!"

Sunlight streamed through the window in golden shafts.

"I need to hurry up and clean this place before someone walks in!"

With that, Grey dashed out of the room in a hurry. Moments later, he returned, clutching a wet rag and a bucket of water. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees and began scrubbing the ground vigorously.

His movements were sharp and precise, almost mechanical in their efficiency as he cleaned with speed and power, the black puddle quickly vanishing under his relentless effort.

For five straight minutes, Grey didn’t stop, his body gliding over the floor as if guided by instinct. The ground was soon left spotless, practically gleaming.

"Strangely enough, I’m not even tired," he muttered, standing up straight as he wiped sweat from his brow—though there was hardly any. "I guess that’s the effect of having Ki on your side, huh."

Grey chuckled to himself, shaking his head with amusement as he walked over to the small bag sitting in the corner of the room.

He pulled out a clean set of clothes that had been gifted to him by Yami. Without wasting another second, he bolted for the bathroom just outside, eager to scrub the filth from his body.

The moment he left, the air in the room shifted.

Whoosh. Crackle.

A low, humming sound echoed like thunder rolling across a calm sky, followed by a blinding white flash that engulfed the room for a few seconds.

Then, as quickly as it had come, the light vanished—revealing two figures standing in the now-empty space.

One was an old man, dressed in a robe of pure white, not a single blemish or stain in sight. His hair was as white as snow, long and flowing, matched by a full beard that reached down to his chest.

Despite his aged appearance, he carried an overwhelming presence, the kind that demanded respect. His weary eyes scanned the room with careful precision, but a faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

Beside him stood a younger man, bearing brown hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to cut through the very air. His arms were crossed, his brows furrowed as his gaze lingered on the spot where Grey had been lying just minutes before.

"You know," the brown-haired man began, "I still don’t understand your reasoning behind placing a spell on Grey’s memories. Yes, something bad is going to happen to his continent soon, but wouldn’t it be wiser to have him back there? He could help. His strength’s not bad."

"And risk him dying in the process?" the older man retorted calmly. "The way he is now, he’s still too damn weak. He’d be snuffed out the moment he steps onto the battlefield. Me placing a lock on his memories isn’t betrayal—it’s protection."

His voice grew firmer. "We both know how stubborn Grey is. He would’ve done everything in his power to find his way back home.

And once there, he would’ve gone on a rampage, killing as many of the otherworlders as he could for what they did to his mother. That vengeance would have gotten him killed."

"Okay, fine. So you’re just keeping him here now? With no memories? For what though?" the brown-haired man asked, his voice thick with frustration.

"You’ve been with me for years," the first mage said with a disappointed shake of his head. "And you still don’t understand my reasons?"

He took a step forward, gazing at the now-clean floor.

"What did we just witness?"

"Grey trying to create his Dantian... or something like that," the younger man replied.

"Did he succeed?" the mage asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I guess. I could sense another energy in him—something other than mana," the man responded thoughtfully.

"Exactly." The mage turned to face him. "Now tell me—in all the history of Arondale, how many mages have successfully cultivated Ki without dying?"

The younger man paused, then replied, "None. But... you did try once, didn’t you?"

"I did. And I nearly died," the first mage confirmed grimly. "The Ki clashed with my mana—just like it did in Grey’s body—and the fight nearly tore me apart.

My mana barely survived, but it was halved. That’s when the otherworlders struck. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t strong enough."

"So... what now?" the brown-haired man asked after a pause.

"We head back," the mage said. "We keep watching Grey. We can’t stay here for much longer anyway—the time limit I agreed on with this continent’s protector is almost up."

He turned to his companion, a rare spark of intensity in his tired eyes.

"Just remember—every day Grey stays here, he grows stronger. He’s adapting, evolving. And soon... no one will be able to stand in the path of the Supreme Magus. Mark my words—Grey will shake all the continents."

The moment he finished speaking, the bright white light returned—faster, louder—and just like that, they were gone.

As if they had never been there at all.