“What’s going on?” Yang Hao, still shaken from the near-death experience, was puzzled by the miraculous rescue that felt like divine intervention moments ago.
“Who else but your master saved you?” Hun Yuan Zi’s voice sounded weary. “That almost cost me my life.”
“Thank goodness you were there, or else I’d be dead for sure.” For once, Yang Hao genuinely thanked Hun Yuan Zi. But soon enough, his tone turned cowardly again as he added, “So you can be this powerful while hiding inside me? How about from now on, you handle all the fighting while I just take care of sleeping with women? You can peek and enjoy the show.”
“What’s going on?” Yang Hao was still reeling from the near-death experience, utterly baffled by the miraculous intervention that had just saved him.
“Of course, it was your master who saved you,” Hunyuanzi’s voice sounded weary. “That nearly cost me my old life.”
“Thank goodness for you, or I’d be dead for sure.” For once, Yang Hao genuinely expressed gratitude to Hunyuanzi. But soon enough, his lack of ambition resurfaced. “So, you can be this powerful even while inside me? How about you handle all the fights from now on? I’ll take care of bedding women—plenty of peep shows for you to enjoy.”
Yang Hao had never been fond of physical confrontations. For him, the alchemy-focused practices of the Dan Ding Dual Cultivation Sect suited him far better, while fighting was something he’d avoid if possible.
“Dream on!” Hunyuanzi immediately crushed his wicked idea. “Do you know how much energy that last move drained from my Mud Pill Elixir? I lost at least three months of my lifespan! If you keep making me save you like this, I’ll be dead in no time. Are you trying to betray your master?”
Yang Hao stuck out his tongue in fright. Hunyuanzi’s survival inside him depended entirely on the energy from the giant pill Yang Hao had swallowed earlier. If that energy were truly exhausted, Hunyuanzi would vanish without a trace. Despite their constant bickering, Yang Hao didn’t actually want the old man to die.
“You got lucky just now,” Jin De sneered, irritated by Yang Hao’s relaxed demeanor despite his injuries.
“Luck?” Though bleeding, Yang Hao refused to back down verbally. “Why not admit your swordsmanship is weak? Let me tell you—my footwork is the best in the world. No sword technique can touch me. That ‘Polaris’ move of yours? Absolute garbage. It couldn’t even kill a fly, let alone serve as a decent nightlight.”
“Is that so?” Jin De’s face darkened, his breathing deep and measured, as if gathering strength for another strike.
Yang Hao glanced around, searching for an escape route, but Jin De’s sword aura sealed off three directions, leaving no opening.
“What now? What do I do?” Yang Hao frantically asked Hunyuanzi.
“Wait to die, obviously,” Hunyuanzi snapped. “Why did you have to provoke him? You just had to insult his swordsmanship.”
“Should I have praised him instead?” Yang Hao argued. “Since when do we boost the enemy’s morale while crushing our own?”
“That man may be weak in cultivation, but his sword technique is anything but simple,” Hunyuanzi sighed, as if recalling the past. “That move he just used originated from the Sword Sect’s immortal cultivation lineage of my era. But with the decline of cultivation methods over time, its power has diminished. Back then, a single strike like that could leave corpses strewn across a thousand paces. Once, an immortal swordsman killed over a thousand people with it.”
“What?” Yang Hao was stunned. If Jin De’s swordsmanship was that formidable, then the wound on his shoulder might have been worth it.
“The deputy leader of a swordsman regiment, with sixth-tier combat power—if you underestimate him, death is your only option,” Hunyuanzi lectured.
“Is this your idea of crisis training?” Yang Hao grumbled inwardly, nodding like a chick pecking at rice. “Fine, fine. I won’t underestimate anyone from now on. I’ll treat every opponent with utmost seriousness.”
“Too late for that,” Hunyuanzi said. “Look at what Jin De’s doing now!”
Yang Hao saw it too. Jin De had lifted his noble robe and pressed a few buttons on his belt. Modern technology had fully integrated into clothing—many garments appeared soft and comfortable but concealed advanced equipment. What Jin De had just activated was a high-tech power enhancer, shaped like a belt.
This enhancer was one of the Imperial Army’s core devices. Through electrical-like stimulation, it multiplied the wearer’s strength, especially their primal force. High-ranking officers, particularly those in the swordsman and combat regiments, carried one for emergencies.
Back at school, Wang Zhijun had once used one, but his primal force was so weak that the boost barely made a difference.
This time, however, the situation was different. Jin De was no amateur. As the deputy leader of the Imperial Swordsman Regiment and a direct disciple of the renowned Ten Sword Styles, his base strength already matched Yang Hao’s. With his superior swordsmanship and now the power enhancer, his primal force surged severalfold. A silvery glow erupted around him, as if his energy had expanded beyond containment.
Jin De raised his sword high again, its blade radiating an unbearably brilliant light, turning the surroundings as bright as day. To Yang Hao, it felt like a supernova had exploded before his eyes.
This time, if Jin De unleashed “Polaris,” its power would be unprecedented. No matter how fast Yang Hao was or how skilled his flying sword, there’d be no defense. He was like a trapped soldier surrounded by an army, already a corpse beneath Jin De’s blade.
Cornered, Yang Hao faced certain doom. The initial “Polaris” had been hard enough to withstand—now, even with Hunyuanzi’s help, survival seemed impossible against this remnant of an immortal swordsman’s technique.
“It’s over,” Hunyuanzi despaired. “We’re finished. I’ve got nothing left.”
“You don’t, but I do!” Yang Hao gritted his teeth. Closing his eyes against the blinding light that would soon kill him, he pulled out a fiery red pill from his alchemy pouch—one resembling a chili pepper—and swallowed it.
“What are you doing?!” Hunyuanzi panicked. “I thought you said you’d never take the Fire Rong Pill!”
The Fire Rong Pill was Hunyuanzi’s latest creation—an auxiliary elixir designed for Yang Hao’s current stage. While the old Strength-Boosting Pill only worked for those in the Foundation Establishment phase, this new pill could rapidly amplify his spiritual energy.
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“You wish!” Hun Yuan Zi quickly crushed his ridiculous idea. “Do you even realize how much energy I used up just now? That move probably shaved at least three months off my life. If I keep rescuing you like this, I’ll die within days. Are you trying to betray and kill your own master?”
Yang Hao quickly stuck out his tongue in fear. Hun Yuan Zi could survive inside him only because of the energy from that giant pill Yang Hao had swallowed long ago. If that energy were truly depleted, Hun Yuan Zi would really perish and vanish forever. Although Yang Hao constantly bickered with the old man, he certainly didn’t want him to die.
“You dodged purely out of luck,” Jin De, seeing Yang Hao still looking relaxed and muttering to himself despite his injuries, said angrily.
” Luck?” Yang Hao, bleeding from his wound, retorted without backing down, “Why don’t you blame your own poor swordsmanship? Let me tell you, my speed is the best in the world. No sword technique can ever hit me. Your ‘Aurora’ move is absolutely pathetic. It’s not even good enough to light up a dark night.”
“Is that so?” Jin De showed no sign of anger. Instead, his expression turned dark and sinister as he took a deep, prolonged breath, clearly gathering strength for another strike.
Yang Hao looked around desperately for an escape route, but although Jin De stood alone, his sword aura covered three directions entirely, leaving no space to flee.
“What should I do? What do we do now?” Yang Hao anxiously asked Hun Yuan Zi.
“What else? Wait to die,” Hun Yuan Zi replied irritably. “Who told you to talk so much crap? Why did you have to insult his sword skills?”
“Should I have praised him instead?” Yang Hao argued, “I can’t just boost his ego and undermine my own strength.”
“That person might have weak cultivation skills, but the sword technique he uses is far from simple,” Hun Yuan Zi sighed, as if recalling something from the past. “The move he used earlier originated from the sword sect cultivators of my era. However, due to the changes over time, people today have forgotten true cultivation methods, so its power has greatly diminished. Back then, a single use of that very move could leave everyone within a thousand steps dead on the spot. At one point, a single cultivator killed over a thousand people with just one strike.”
“What?” Yang Hao was stunned. So Jin De’s sword skills were actually this formidable. Suddenly, his shoulder wound seemed worth it.
“What’s going on?” Yang Hao was still reeling from the near-death experience, utterly baffled by the miraculous intervention that had just saved him.
“Of course, it was your master—me—who saved you,” Hunyuanzi’s voice sounded weary. “That nearly took my old life.”
“Thank goodness for you, or I’d be dead for sure.” For once, Yang Hao expressed genuine gratitude toward Hunyuanzi. But soon, his lack of ambition resurfaced as he shamelessly suggested, “So you can actually be this powerful while inside me? How about you handle all the fights from now on? I’ll take care of the bedroom stuff—let you enjoy the peep show.”
Yang Hao had never been fond of physical confrontations. For him, the alchemy-focused practices of the Dan Ding Dual Cultivation Sect suited him far better than martial combat, which he avoided whenever possible.
“Dream on!” Hunyuanzi immediately crushed his devious idea. “Do you have any idea how much energy that last move drained from my Mud Pill Elixir? I just lost at least three months of my lifespan! If you keep making me save you like this, I’ll be dead in no time. Are you trying to betray your master?”
Yang Hao stuck out his tongue in fright. Hunyuanzi’s survival inside him relied entirely on the energy from the massive pill Yang Hao had swallowed earlier. If that energy were truly exhausted, Hunyuanzi would vanish without a trace. Despite their constant bickering, Yang Hao had no real wish for the old man to die.
“You got lucky just now,” Jin De sneered, irritated by Yang Hao’s relaxed demeanor despite his injuries.
“Luck?” Though bleeding, Yang Hao refused to back down verbally. “Why not admit your swordsmanship is just lousy? Let me tell you—my footwork is the best in the world. No sword technique can touch me. Your so-called ‘Polaris’ is absolute garbage—can’t even kill a fly, let alone light up a room at night.”
“Is that so?” Jin De’s face remained eerily calm, his breathing deep and measured, as if gathering strength for another strike.
Yang Hao glanced around, searching for an escape route. But Jin De, despite standing alone, had sealed off three directions with his sword’s aura, leaving no opening to slip away.
“What now? What do I do?” Yang Hao frantically asked Hunyuanzi.
“Wait for death, what else?” Hunyuanzi snapped. “You just had to insult his swordsmanship, didn’t you?”
“Should I have praised him instead?” Yang Hao retorted. “Since when do we boost the enemy’s morale while crushing our own?”
“That man’s skills may be lacking, but his sword technique is anything but simple,” Hunyuanzi sighed, as if reminiscing. “That move he just used originates from the Sword Sect cultivators of my era. But with the decline of cultivation methods over time, its power has weakened drastically. Back then, a single strike like that could leave corpses strewn across a thousand paces. Once, a cultivator even slaughtered over a thousand people with it.”
“What?” Yang Hao was stunned. If Jin De’s swordsmanship was that formidable, then the wound on his shoulder suddenly seemed worth it.
“The deputy leader of a swordsmen regiment, with sixth-tier combat power—if you underestimate him, death is your only option,” Hunyuanzi lectured.
“Is this your idea of crisis training?” Yang Hao grumbled inwardly, nodding like a chick pecking at rice. “Fine, fine! I’ll take every opponent seriously from now on.”
“Too late for that,” Hunyuanzi said. “Look at what Jin De’s doing now!”
Yang Hao had already noticed. Jin De had lifted his noble robe and pressed a few buttons on his belt. Modern technology had fully integrated into clothing—many garments appeared soft and comfortable but were packed with advanced features. What Jin De had just activated was a high-tech auxiliary device: a power amplifier.
This amplifier was one of the Empire’s core military technologies. Through electrical-like stimulation, it could multiply the wearer’s strength—especially their primal force—within moments. High-ranking officers, particularly those in the swordsmen and combat regiments, were equipped with one for emergencies.
Back at school, Wang Zhijun had once used a similar device. But since his primal force was weak to begin with, the boost had been negligible.
This time, however, Yang Hao wasn’t facing a weakling. Jin De was the deputy leader of the Empire’s swordsmen regiment, a direct disciple of the renowned Ten Swords Style. His base strength already matched Yang Hao’s, and with his superior swordsmanship, the amplifier now multiplied his primal force several times over. A silvery glow erupted around Jin De’s body—overflowing primal force, swelling uncontrollably.
Jin De raised his sword high again. The blade’s radiance exploded into blinding brilliance, illuminating the surroundings like daylight. To Yang Hao, it felt like staring into a supernova—impossible to look at directly.
This time, if Jin De unleashed his “Polaris,” its power would be unprecedented. No matter how fast Yang Hao was or how skilled with his flying sword, there would be no escape. He was like a trapped soldier surrounded by an army, already a corpse beneath Jin De’s blade.
Cornered, Yang Hao faced certain doom. The initial “Polaris” had been hard enough to withstand—now, even with Hunyuanzi’s help, surviving the swordsman’s legacy technique seemed impossible.
“We’re done,” Hunyuanzi despaired. “This is really it. I’ve got nothing left.”
“You don’t, but I do!” Yang Hao gritted his teeth. He shut his eyes, refusing to look at the lethal brilliance before him. From his alchemy pouch, he pulled out a fiery-red pill—resembling a chili pepper—and shoved it into his mouth.
“What are you doing?!” Hunyuanzi panicked. “You said you wouldn’t take the Fire Rong Pill!”
The Fire Rong Pill was Hunyuanzi’s latest creation—an auxiliary elixir designed for Yang Hao’s current stage. While the old Strength-Boosting Pills only worked for Foundation Establishment cultivators, this new pill could rapidly amplify spiritual energy for those in the Ethereal Void stage.
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“So this counts as teaching in a crisis?” Yang Hao felt disheartened and could only nod like a pecking chick. “Alright, alright, I’ll be more careful next time. I’ll respect every opponent I face.”
“But it’s already too late,” Hun Yuan Zi said. “Look what Jin De is doing now!”
Yang Hao had already noticed. Jin De had pulled aside his nobleman’s luxurious clothes and pressed several buttons on his belt. This was a clear reflection of modern technological advancement in clothing. Many garments appeared soft and comfortable to wear, but were in fact embedded with numerous technical components. The buttons Jin De pressed were part of a high-tech auxiliary device shaped like a belt—the Power Amplifier.
This amplifier was one of the core pieces of equipment used by the Imperial Army. By stimulating the wearer with electric-like currents, it could rapidly multiply the wearer’s strength and spiritual power once activated. High-ranking officers in the Empire, especially members of sword and martial arts units, were all equipped with one for use in critical battles against powerful enemies.
Back when Yang Hao was at school, Wang Zhijun had once used one too. However, since Wang’s spiritual power was inherently weak, the enhancement had little effect.
“What’s going on?” Yang Hao was still reeling from the near-death experience, utterly baffled by the miraculous intervention that had just saved him.
“Of course, it was your master—me—who saved you,” Hunyuanzi’s voice sounded weary. “That nearly took my old life.”
“Thank goodness for you, or I’d be dead for sure.” For once, Yang Hao genuinely expressed gratitude to Hunyuanzi. But soon, his lack of ambition resurfaced. “So, you can be this powerful while inside me? How about you handle all the fights from now on? I’ll just focus on bedding women—plenty for you to peek at, right?”
Yang Hao had never been fond of physical confrontations. For him, the alchemy and dual-cultivation practices of the Dan Ding Dual Cultivation Sect suited him far better. Fighting was something he’d rather avoid altogether.
“Dream on!” Hunyuanzi immediately crushed his wicked idea. “Do you know how much energy that last move drained from my Mud Pill Elixir? I’ve lost at least three months of my lifespan! If you keep making me save you like this, I’ll be dead in no time. Are you trying to betray your master?”
Yang Hao stuck out his tongue in fright. Hunyuanzi’s survival inside him depended entirely on the energy from the massive pill Yang Hao had swallowed earlier. If that energy were truly exhausted, Hunyuanzi would vanish without a trace. Despite their constant bickering, Yang Hao didn’t actually want the old man to die.
“You got lucky just now, dodging like that.” Jin De, seeing Yang Hao chatting casually despite his injuries, couldn’t hide his irritation.
“Luck?” Though bleeding, Yang Hao refused to back down verbally. “Why not admit your swordsmanship is just weak? Let me tell you, my footwork is the best in the world—no sword technique can touch me. Your so-called ‘Polaris’ is absolute garbage. It couldn’t even kill a fly, let alone serve as a decent nightlight.”
“Is that so?” Jin De’s face remained eerily calm, his breathing deep and measured, as if gathering strength for another strike.
Yang Hao glanced around, searching for an escape route. But Jin De, though alone, had sealed off three directions with his sword’s aura, leaving no opening.
“What now? What do I do?” Yang Hao frantically asked Hunyuanzi.
“Wait to die, what else?” Hunyuanzi snapped. “Why did you have to provoke him? Couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut?”
“Should I have praised him instead?” Yang Hao argued. “Since when do we boost the enemy’s morale while crushing our own?”
“That man may be weak in cultivation, but his sword technique is anything but simple,” Hunyuanzi sighed, as if recalling the past. “That move he just used originated from the Sword Sect’s immortal techniques of my era. But times have changed, and people have forgotten the true path of cultivation, so its power has diminished. Back then, a single strike like that could leave corpses strewn across a thousand paces. Once, an immortal swordsman killed over a thousand people with it.”
“What?” Yang Hao was stunned. If Jin De’s swordsmanship was that formidable, then the wound on his shoulder seemed almost justified.
“The deputy leader of an Imperial Swordsmen Regiment, with sixth-tier combat power—if you underestimate him, death is your only option,” Hunyuanzi lectured.
“Is this really the time for a lesson?” Yang Hao grumbled inwardly, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice. “Fine, fine! I’ll take every opponent seriously from now on.”
“Too late for that,” Hunyuanzi said. “Look at what Jin De’s doing now!”
Yang Hao had already noticed. Jin De had lifted his noble robe and pressed a few buttons on his belt. Modern technology had fully integrated into clothing—many garments appeared soft and comfortable but concealed advanced equipment. What Jin De had just activated was a high-tech power amplifier, shaped like a belt.
This amplifier was one of the Imperial Army’s core devices. By stimulating the wearer’s body with electric-like currents, it could multiply their strength—especially their primal force—within moments. High-ranking officers, particularly those in the Swordsmen and Combat Regiments, were equipped with one for emergencies.
Back at school, Wang Zhijun had once used a similar device. But since his primal force was weak to begin with, the effect had been negligible.
This time, however, the situation was different. Jin De was no amateur. As the deputy leader of the Imperial Swordsmen Regiment and a direct disciple of the renowned Ten Swords Style, his strength already matched Yang Hao’s. With his superior swordsmanship and now the amplifier’s boost, his primal force surged exponentially. A silvery glow erupted around him, as if his overflowing energy could no longer be contained.
Jin De raised his sword high once more. The blade’s radiance intensified to an unbearable brilliance, illuminating the surroundings like daylight. To Yang Hao, it felt like a supernova had exploded before his eyes.
This time, if Jin De unleashed his “Polaris,” its power would be unprecedented. No matter how fast Yang Hao was or how skilled with his flying sword, there would be no escape. He was like a trapped soldier surrounded by an army, already a corpse in Jin De’s eyes.
Cornered, Yang Hao faced certain doom. The initial “Polaris” had been hard enough to evade. Now, even with Hunyuanzi’s help, surviving this immortal swordsman’s technique seemed impossible.
“We’re done,” Hunyuanzi despaired. “This is really it. I’ve got nothing left.”
“You don’t, but I do!” Yang Hao gritted his teeth. Closing his eyes against the blinding light that promised his death, he pulled out a fiery-red pill from his alchemy pouch—one that resembled a chili pepper—and shoved it into his mouth.
“What are you doing?” Hunyuanzi was shocked. “You said you’d never take the Fire Ape Pill!”
The Fire Ape Pill was Hunyuanzi’s latest creation—an auxiliary elixir designed for Yang Hao’s current stage. While the old Strength-Boosting Pills only worked during the Foundation Establishment phase, this new pill could rapidly amplify his spiritual energy, essential now that he had entered the Ethereal Void stage.
Silver light rapidly radiated from Jin De’s body, like external spiritual energy overflowing from within. It was clear that his power had surged beyond containment.
Jin De raised his sword high once more. The blade’s glow suddenly intensified, illuminating the surroundings as brightly as daylight. Yang Hao felt as if a supernova had exploded right in front of him, its brilliance unbearable to the eyes.
This time, if Jin De unleashed his “Aurora,” its power would be unprecedentedly devastating. Even with Yang Hao’s incredible speed or the finest flying sword, there would be no way to resist. He was like a cornered army surrounded by countless troops, practically a corpse awaiting Jin De’s blade.
At this critical moment, with no escape, Yang Hao found himself in a desperate situation. He had barely managed to survive the earlier, weaker version of the “Aurora,” but now, even if Yang Hao and Hun Yuan Zi combined their strength, they likely wouldn’t survive the ancient sword immortal technique known as “Aurora.”
“We’re finished,” Hun Yuan Zi immediately fell into despair. “This is it. I can’t do anything anymore.”
“What’s going on?” Yang Hao was still reeling from the near-death experience, utterly baffled by the miraculous intervention that had just saved him.
“Of course, it was your master who saved you,” Hunyuanzi’s voice sounded weary, “That nearly took my old life.”
“Thank goodness for you, otherwise I’d be dead for sure.” For once, Yang Hao genuinely expressed gratitude to Hunyuanzi. However, the guy quickly reverted to his shameless self, asking, “So you can actually be this powerful while inside my belly? How about you handle all the fights from now on? I’ll take care of the bed-partner duties, so you can enjoy the peep show to your heart’s content.”
Yang Hao had never been fond of physical confrontations. For him, the alchemy practices of the Dan Ding Dual Cultivation Sect suited him far better, while fighting was something he’d avoid whenever possible.
“Dream on!” Hunyuanzi immediately crushed his wicked idea. “Do you have any idea how much energy that last move drained from my Mud Pill Elixir? I’ve lost at least three months of my lifespan! If you keep making me save you like this, I’ll be dead in no time. Are you trying to betray your master?”
Yang Hao stuck out his tongue in fright. Hunyuanzi’s survival inside his body relied entirely on the energy from the massive pill Yang Hao had swallowed earlier. If that energy were truly exhausted, Hunyuanzi would vanish without a trace. Despite their constant bickering, Yang Hao had no intention of letting the old man die.
“You got lucky just now,” Jin De sneered, irritated by Yang Hao’s relaxed demeanor despite his injuries.
“Lucky?” Though bleeding, Yang Hao refused to back down verbally. “Why not admit your swordsmanship is just weak? Let me tell you, my footwork is the best in the world—no sword technique can touch me. Those so-called ‘Auroras’ of yours? Absolute garbage. They couldn’t even kill a fly, let alone serve as a decent nightlight.”
“Is that so?” Jin De’s face remained eerily calm, his breathing deep and measured, as if gathering strength for another strike.
Yang Hao glanced around, searching for an escape route, but Jin De’s sword aura had sealed off three directions, leaving no opening.
“What now? What do I do?” Yang Hao frantically asked Hunyuanzi.
“Wait to die, what else?” Hunyuanzi snapped. “Why did you have to provoke him? You just had to insult his swordsmanship, didn’t you?”
“Should I have praised him instead?” Yang Hao argued. “Since when do we boost the enemy’s morale while crushing our own?”
“That man may lack skill, but his sword technique is anything but simple,” Hunyuanzi sighed, as if reminiscing. “That move he just used originates from the Sword Sect cultivators of my era. But with the passage of time, people have forgotten the true methods of cultivation, so its power has greatly diminished. Back in the day, a single strike like that could leave corpses strewn across a thousand paces. Once, a cultivator even slaughtered over a thousand men with it.”
“What?” Yang Hao was stunned. If Jin De’s swordsmanship was truly that formidable, then the wound on his shoulder might have been worth it.
“The leader of a swordsmen’s regiment, with sixth-tier combat power—if you underestimate him, death is your only option,” Hunyuanzi lectured.
“Is this your idea of crisis training?” Yang Hao grumbled internally, nodding like a chick pecking at rice. “Fine, fine! From now on, I’ll take every opponent seriously, no exceptions.”
“Too late for that,” Hunyuanzi said. “Look at what Jin De’s doing now!”
Yang Hao saw it too. Jin De had pushed aside his noble robes and pressed a few buttons on his belt. Modern technology had fully integrated into clothing—many garments appeared soft and comfortable but concealed advanced equipment. What Jin De had just activated was a high-tech augmentation device shaped like a belt—a Force Amplifier.
This device was one of the Empire’s core military technologies. Through electrical-like stimulation, it could multiply the wearer’s strength, especially their primal force, within moments. High-ranking officers, particularly those in the Swordsmen and Combat Regiments, were each issued one for emergencies.
Back in school, Wang Zhijun had once used one, but his primal force was so weak that even the amplification barely made a difference.
But now, the situation was entirely different. Jin De was no amateur—he was the deputy leader of the Empire’s Swordsmen Regiment, a direct disciple of the renowned Ten Sword Style. His base strength already matched Yang Hao’s, and with his superior swordsmanship, the Force Amplifier now multiplied his primal force several times over. A silvery glow erupted around Jin De’s body, as if his primal force had expanded beyond containment.
Jin De raised his sword high once more. The blade’s radiance flared blindingly, turning the surroundings as bright as daylight. To Yang Hao, it felt like a supernova had exploded before his eyes, its brilliance too intense to bear.
This time, if Jin De unleashed his “Aurora,” its power would be unprecedented. No matter how fast Yang Hao was, no matter how skilled his flying sword, there would be no defense. He was like a trapped soldier surrounded by an army, already a corpse beneath Jin De’s blade.
Cornered, Yang Hao faced certain doom. The initial “Aurora” had been impossible to evade—now, even with Hunyuanzi’s help, survival seemed hopeless against this remnant of an immortal’s technique.
“We’re finished,” Hunyuanzi despaired. “This is truly the end. I’ve got nothing left.”
“You don’t, but I do!” Yang Hao gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words. He shut his eyes, refusing to face the lethal radiance before him. From his alchemy pouch, he retrieved a fiery-red pill, resembling a chili pepper, and shoved it into his mouth.
“What are you doing?!” Hunyuanzi panicked. “You said you’d never take the Fire Rong Pill!”
The Fire Rong Pill was Hunyuanzi’s latest creation—an auxiliary elixir designed for Yang Hao’s current stage. While the old Strength-Boosting Pills only worked for Foundation Establishment cultivators, this new pill could rapidly amplify the primal force of someone at the Ethereal Void stage like Yang Hao.
“What are you doing?” Hun Yuan Zi was shocked. “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t take the Fire Rong Pill?”
The Fire Rong Pill was a newly developed auxiliary pill that Hun Yuan Zi had recently taught Yang Hao to make. The older strength-enhancing pills only worked for those at the Foundation Building stage, but were ineffective for Yang Hao, who had already reached the Spiritual Void stage. To rapidly increase his spiritual energy now, only this new Fire Rong Pill could help.
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