NTR Villain: All the Heroines Belong to Me!
Chapter 56: Ancient Golden Pill

Chapter 56: Ancient Golden Pill

Slipping past the rows of shelves and quietly navigating through the less-used corridors of the Medicine Hall—

Hei Long eventually found himself standing before an old, dust-covered door near the far back of the building.

The wooden frame creaked slightly as he pushed it open.

Inside was a storage room long forgotten by time.

Dim light filtered through the cracks in the ceiling beams.

The scent of old herbs, rotting parchment, and faint medicinal residue clung to the air.

Stacks of aged wooden boxes were piled haphazardly in the corners, many wrapped in worn cloth or sealed with faded talismans no one had bothered to refresh.

Hei Long stepped inside cautiously, his footsteps silent, his eyes sharp.

"This is the place..." he whispered to himself.

Kneeling beside one of the dustiest piles, he began to rummage carefully through the boxes—lifting lids, peeling back cloth wrappings, and quietly shifting their contents aside.

Most were filled with worthless scraps: dried-out roots, expired talismans, cracked bottles of dissolved pills.

But then—Hei Long paused.

In the bottom of one particularly old and weather-warped crate, partially hidden beneath a rotting scroll, was a small, unassuming brown cloth pouch.

No inscription.

No seal.

No decoration.

And yet... Hei Long’s eyes lit up.

"Found it," he murmured under his breath.

He gently lifted the pouch and held it up to the dim light filtering through the room.

It was surprisingly light for what it contained.

Carefully, Hei Long untied the drawstring, his fingers steady with anticipation.

Inside was a single pill—small, smooth, and glowing with a faint golden hue.

Even through the bag, he could feel a slight warmth radiating from it.

The Ancient Golden Pill.

Said to contain enough pure spiritual energy to push a cultivator through an entire bottleneck—or even transform their meridians if taken at the right moment.

Hei Long’s breath caught for a moment.

He tossed the empty pouch aside without a second thought and let the pill roll into his palm.

It shimmered slightly under the dim light, almost seeming to pulse like a living heart.

He licked his lips:

’Mine.’

Glancing around, he double-checked the room.

His spiritual sense stretched outward, brushing against the edges of nearby auras—but there was no one near.

No footsteps.

No curious elders.

No Lin Fan coming back at the worst moment.

Satisfied, Hei Long sat down cross-legged on the floor.

He stared at the pill in his hand for a long moment, then slowly inhaled, centering his breath.

The energy in the pill was already resonating with his own Qi.

This wasn’t something to take lightly.

One mistake and he could rupture a meridian—or worse.

But Hei Long wasn’t afraid.

He held the Ancient Golden Pill between two fingers, the golden glow bathing his face in soft light.

His breathing had slowed.

His heart was steady.

But deep within his core, he could already feel his Qi trembling with anticipation—like dry leaves begging for a spark.

Hei Long placed the pill in his mouth.

The moment it touched his tongue, it dissolved—not like powder, but like liquid fire.

BOOM!!!

Hei Long’s eyes snapped wide open.

The Qi within his dantian erupted.

Golden energy surged through his meridians like a floodgate had been torn open.

For a brief moment, Hei Long felt as if every nerve in his body had been struck by lightning—but instead of pain, it was power.

His skin tingled.

His blood boiled.

His bones groaned under the sudden pressure.

He grit his teeth and dropped into a meditation posture as the force inside him spiraled like a storm.

In a cultivator’s journey, progress wasn’t just about storing Qi—it was about refining it.

Each realm represented a deepening of control, purity, and capacity.

Within each realm, there were typically four stages: Initial, Middle, Upper, and Peak.

Hei Long had been at the Middle Stage of the Martial Realm—a wall most young cultivators faced for years.

But now?

He smashed through it.

Like a dam bursting, his cultivation surged past the Upper Stage... and without pausing, tore straight through the Peak Stage of the Martial Realm.

The energy kept climbing, burning through his body like sacred wildfire.

His meridians twisted and flexed as if they were being reforged in a divine furnace.

Crack!

Hei Long coughed up a mouthful of black blood—waste Qi, impurities purged violently from his body.

And then, it happened.

A second explosion within his dantian.

BOOM!!!

Hei Long’s spiritual sea cracked wide open—and in the very center, a new core began to form.

He had broken into the Transcendent Realm.

Skipping an entire major realm’s worth of progress in a single breath...

His meridians, once narrow and weathered like overused riverbanks, now widened and glowed with golden light.

Cracks along his spiritual channels began to mend.

His inner circulation system, the core of all cultivators, was no longer just functioning—it was thriving.

Most cultivators had to spend years, sometimes centuries, refining their meridians manually.

Hei Long’s were reborn in minutes...

The Qi began to spin inside him naturally, drawn in from the atmosphere like a whirlpool.

The surrounding spiritual energy trembled, pulled toward him involuntarily.

From this point forward, even casual breathing would draw in three times the spiritual energy compared to his peers.

Where others strained to sense Qi, his body now absorbed it instinctively.

Hei Long’s cultivation speed had tripled.

And his foundation?

It was no longer something crude patched together with effort and luck—it was now flawless.

Hei Long slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils gleamed with gold for a second before returning to normal.

A thin wisp of steam escaped his lips as he exhaled.

His robe was soaked in sweat.

Cracks spiderwebbed the floor around him from where the pressure had burst outward during the breakthrough.

But he felt nothing but calm.

Power pulsed through his limbs.

His senses were sharper.

The room clearer.

Every heartbeat thrummed with controlled energy.

He could feel it—his body was no longer bound by the same limits.

And now, standing within the Middle Stage of the Transdencent Realm, he was no longer some fledgling Saint by title alone.

He was a true monster in the making.

Hei Long slowly stood, looking down at his hands, curling and uncurling them with silent awe:

"...This is what a little power feels like..."