The moment the transparent energy touched his flesh, everything was destroyed!
Bright red blood burst from his body.
Feeling the tearing pain, Jin Yun returned to his house.
There, he gathered all the remaining pills—fourteen in total.
He had used five yesterday, and had already taken one today.
Eating one more, he felt his wounds slightly recover.
Returning outside with the bottle, he continued the refinement.
Destruction. Restoration.
Twelve hours later.
Jin Yun's flesh was more resilient. His cells had gone through the process so many times that they adapted to the insane cultivation.
"Hmmm…"
"So pleasant." Jin Yun, getting stronger, couldn't help but smile.
Especially when he realized the biggest benefit:
Healing!
Before, a pill took three hours to repair his injuries.
Now, two hours were enough.
A pleasant improvement.
He smiled.
Turning to head back, he saw Sun Lingxin standing at the door, sitting on a bamboo chair.
She held a cup of tea that was still steaming.
"…?"
"How long have you been here?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"I think around five hours," she replied, raising one eyebrow.
"What do I have to do now?" Jin Yun didn't waste time and got straight to the point.
"You've lightly mastered your physical strength, but there's still a simple point you haven't reached."
Sun Lingxin explained, then blew gently.
That breath hit Jin Yun.
He felt his skin being forcefully ripped off.
The sound force was insane.
"Shit!" he cursed.
He never imagined that a simple breath could have so much power.
After a few seconds, the sensation faded. That breeze was just to destroy the sealed runes in his body.
"..."
"Master, I swear you're going to kill this disciple with shock one day…" Jin Yun muttered, resentful.
First the coin, now a breath.
'Do strong people enjoy this? Bullying the weak?'
Jin Yun thought, already imagining a way to defeat this demon.
In his current state, it was impossible.
So there was only one path left — avoid direct confrontation.
"Your thoughts are obvious. Wipe that look off your face." Sun Lingxin blew again.
Jin Yun snapped out of his thoughts and dodged.
But nothing happened.
"Am I that scary—" Sun Lingxin tried to tease, but Jin Yun cut her off.
"Let's continue. My time is precious, I still need to focus on cultivation."
"Boring." She pouted. Then, suddenly serious, she pointed. "See that tree over there? Run to it."
Jin Yun was confused by the order. 'What is she planning?'
He had a feeling it wasn't anything good, but he couldn't disobey.
Her training was effective… even with that personality.
"Forget it." He stopped overthinking and looked ahead. His courtyard had several trees.
Usually, an outer disciple has a hundred-meter area.
Used for training — or decoration.
His was filled with trees almost three meters tall.
They weren't planted by him, but by the previous courtyard owner.
Who later was promoted to inner disciple.
He looked at the tree twenty meters away and ran.
The moment he dashed, the ground beneath him shattered.
Jin Yun moved with a speed he never imagined having.
The tree ahead turned into a blurred green shadow.
Boom!
Unable to control his legs, he crashed into it hard.
The impact broke the tree.
Jin Yun fell to the ground like a ball.
He lay there on the trunk.
Stayed in that embarrassing state for several minutes.
Then he stood up.
His expression, behind the blood, was ugly.
"I'm so stupid… my strength was suppressed. How could I control it the moment the seal was removed?"
He felt like an idiot, completely brainless.
"You can laugh…" he muttered, repeating the words he heard, looking at his master.
Sun Lingxin really wanted to mock that poor guy.
Especially knowing the malicious thoughts he had about her.
But she didn't.
"You did well. If you can control your strength without the seals, you'll make a major breakthrough. You might even take the coin from me."
After speaking, she appeared in front of Jin Yun and touched his head.
"Good boy. Work harder. I'll come back tomorrow."
Then, she vanished.
"Good boy…?"
"…"
'Did I become a child? Well, to that old woman with an unknown cultivation level, I probably do look like a baby.'
Jin Yun wasn't mad. That was the age gap.
If he were a thousand-year-old elder who had seen everything, he'd also see others as children.
"But I still don't like it. I've become her toy… and also everyone else's. Those old geezers, all keeping an eye on me."
'And they don't even give me gifts… these stingy beings, with all their experience, don't know how to treat the younger generation.'
That was the main issue for this opportunist.
He hated losing.
If they wanted to observe him, they should at least offer something in return!
"Grr…" He spat on the ground.
"Time to take training seriously."
He took a deep breath and started running in the courtyard.
Up ahead, he slipped and fell hard to the ground.
But he quickly got up as if nothing had happened.
With the healing pills, especially to suppress hunger, Jin Yun didn't even know how badly his legs were scraped.
His whole backyard was full of craters and dragged dirt.
"Shit!" At one point, after several failed attempts, he cursed in frustration.
His rage was written all over his face.
"Go to the library and try to find a movement technique."
He stopped doing things on his own, cleaned the blood, and headed for the Technique Pavilion.
Jin Yun, walking through the sect, looked like a celebrity.
Everyone came to greet him.
But this time, he ignored them all.
A group of three people, ignored by him, looked back.
"What's wrong with Brother Jin?" a young man in front whispered. He had brown hair and amber eyes.
"Seems like he's in a bad mood?" another one, dressed completely in black, with matching hair and eyes, joined in.
"Did something go wrong?" a girl with wavy blonde hair and emerald eyes asked, worried.
"Why that expression? Give it up! Brother Jin already has a bunch of fangirls. You're just another on the list."
"Shut up!"
They started arguing among themselves.
...
Jin Yun, unaware of the strange conversation, arrived at the Technique Pavilion.
A large red pagoda with seven floors.
Upon entering, he saw an elder, a middle-aged man, who greeted him. "Disciple Jin Yun, your cultivation—"
He stopped talking when Jin Yun walked past him.
"Yes, I've gotten stronger. Sorry for not chatting, I'm busy."
He didn't waste time on unnecessary flattery and went on his way.
The first floor was full of shelves with basic books.
On swords, fists, spears, bows, shields, and other weapons.
On the second floor, there were beginner cultivation books, explaining each element: Qi, Energy, and Spiritual Soul.
The third floor taught how to manifest spiritual energy into Qi.
In their world, cultivation wasn't about infinite methods, but imagination on how to use Qi.
That's why Jin Yun always fought differently.
Depending on the environment.
If he tried to repeat the technique he used to kill the dragon, he couldn't. He was no longer in the sky to gain momentum.
On the fourth floor, he finally found something interesting.
Control Techniques.
Entering, he began to study.