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The fire poison within Xian’er’s body was more accurately a special variant—an enhanced and mutated fire poison.
By consuming highly toxic substances, these poisons had fused with the fire poison Dou Qi within her body, making her fire poison even more potent, of higher quality, and increasingly lethal.
As the toxic energy no longer seeped outward but instead began to flow back into her body, it signified that Xian’er had successfully broken through to Dou Ling and had gained control over the leakage of her poison.
She did not immediately exit seclusion. Instead, she spent three more days stabilizing the surge in power from her breakthrough before finally stepping out.
From then on, the two of them began studying the refinement of Tier 2 pills.
With her breakthrough, Xian’er’s soul power had naturally strengthened, along with her Dou Qi. These enhancements made alchemy significantly easier for her.
Before long, the two of them successfully refined Tier 2 pills, officially advancing to Tier 2 Alchemists.
Following that, Wei Yang consumed the highest-quality Three Lines Green Spirit Pill.
Nearly two months had passed since they left the Tagore Desert.
Over this period, the Dou Qi within Wei Yang’s body, which had felt somewhat unstable due to his rapid advancements, had now fully solidified.
After successfully refining the Three Lines Green Spirit Pill, he leaped two stars forward and became a Nine-Star Dou Ling.
From then on, their daily lives became increasingly structured—training and refining pills.
In the blink of an eye, nearly three months had gone by.
Within this secluded valley, Wei Yang and Xian’er lived a quiet life.
Whether it was cultivation or alchemy, their days were undisturbed. The peace and tranquility made life feel both leisurely and fulfilling.
During their occasional breaks, they would carry books with them, identifying and studying the various medicinal herbs scattered throughout the valley.
They familiarized themselves with the plants’ appearances, properties, and medicinal principles, strengthening their foundational knowledge.
This valley was abundant with rare medicinal herbs—Tier 3 herbs were plentiful, and on occasion, they even stumbled upon a relatively common fourth-tier herb.
For low-tier alchemists like them, this place was indeed a treasure trove.
As the morning sun rose, dewdrops covered the valley. Tiny crystalline droplets clung to the leaves, on the verge of falling. A thick mist enveloped the valley.
The morning light filtered through the dense fog, reflecting off the dewdrops, creating dazzling rays of multicolored light that painted the entire valley in a breathtaking display of beauty.
The mist swirled and dispersed with the gentle breeze, the colorful rays lingering in the air, making the place seem like an ethereal paradise.
Outside a cave dwelling, Wei Yang sat cross-legged on a stone with his eyes half-closed. His chest rose and fell steadily as his breath followed a distinct rhythmic pattern.
The fire-attribute energy within the surrounding space converged toward him, surging into his body, flowing through his meridians, and eventually merging into his Dou Crystal, which resembled a dark-red sea urchin.
At the same time, faint golden light—almost imperceptible to the naked eye—was drawn into his body through his breathing.
From a distance, a thin, golden glow seemed to drape over his figure like a veil, adding an air of sanctity to his presence.
This faint golden light was the radiance of the morning sun.
On the Dou Qi Continent, it was known as Yang-Attribute Energy.
A small number of Dou Practitioners possessed rare and unique attributes.
For example, in the original novel, one of Gu Xun’er’s Dou Huang-level bodyguards, who was secretly sent to protect Xiao Yan—Ling Ying—had the relatively rare Dark Attribute.
Presumably, there were also Light Attributes, Yin Attributes, Ice Attributes, and other such rare and mutated elements.
Wei Yang exhaled a long breath of turbid air, opening his eyes. A flicker of dark-red and faint gold light flashed across his pupils.
By now, the morning mist within the valley had thinned significantly as time passed.
Wei Yang gazed into the distant sky at the rising sun, his eyes momentarily lost in thought.
"In Daoist teachings of the past life, it is said: ’At the break of dawn, when the morning sun first rises, it marks the beginning of all things. This is the time when the energy of life is at its most abundant.’"
"It is rumored that ancient cultivators, known as Qi Refiners, would sustain themselves by consuming the morning glow and drinking the evening dew."
"The Huangdi Neijing ( Yellow Emperor Inner Canon ), Su Wen Chapter states: ’To hold up heaven and earth, to grasp yin and yang, to breathe in essence and spirit, to stand alone and guard one’s divinity, to unify the muscles and flesh as one—thus, one can live as long as the heavens and earth, with no end. This is the birth of the Dao!’"
In the Su Wen Chapter, there were mentions of ancient beings who could comprehend the changes of heaven and earth, refine and nourish their essence and energy, and achieve immortality.
To Wei Yang, such ideas once seemed inconceivable.
But now that he had arrived in the Dou Qi Continent and embarked on the path of cultivation, he believed them.
Just because you have never seen it does not mean it does not exist.
It was merely due to his own past ignorance.
Wei Yang gazed into the distant sunrise, his eyes filled with longing. "The Daoist path speaks of refining the Yin Spirit to achieve Pure Yang! Pure Yang, Pure Yang..."
In his view, if one were to compare the ancient Daoist system with the cultivation system of the Dou Qi Continent, there was no doubt that the latter appeared crude and shallow.
Here, cultivation was merely about accumulating energy and advancing in rank. There seemed to be no pursuit of the true Dao.
They did not seek to comprehend the heavens or grasp natural laws.
Cultivation was simply about refining Dou Qi, pushing for higher levels.
Only upon reaching the Dou Zong realm would one naturally gain an understanding of space, allowing them to walk on air.
At the Dou Zun level, one could tear through space to travel.
Yet, these were not abilities gained through enlightenment but rather ones that came naturally with their cultivation rank.
This crudeness left Wei Yang somewhat unimpressed.
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Victory was determined by who had the higher rank and whose technique was stronger—it was a simple matter of blasting Dou Qi at each other, without much finesse.
There were no profound laws, no deeper meanings...
After a while, Wei Yang snapped out of his thoughts, suppressing his emotions and shaking his head with an amused smile.
It was too early to be thinking about such things.
Right now, he was nothing more than a mere Dou Ling.
His gaze shifted to the distance.
There, a girl had returned from gathering herbs early in the morning.
She loved the environment here and enjoyed working with the many medicinal plants in the valley. Every day, she would enthusiastically volunteer to pick herbs.
She seemed completely absorbed in the task, tending to the plants in the valley as if they were crops in her own field.
Her steps were light, and she carried a basket filled with freshly harvested herbs, still glistening with morning dew.
A gentle breeze swept through, making her plain white dress flutter. A light green cloth was tied around her head, and she hummed softly as she walked, resembling a charming little wife. Two colorful butterflies danced around her as she moved.
Seeing this scene, Wei Yang couldn’t help but smile.
When she noticed his smile, the girl—Xian’er—beamed sweetly back at him. "Brother Yang, you must be hungry. I’ll make breakfast right away."
"I’m not hungry. We’re both Dou Ling now. Even if we don’t eat for three to five days, it won’t matter," Wei Yang said with a chuckle, shaking his head.
"No food? That won’t do," Xian’er pouted, her small nose wrinkling slightly, giving her the appearance of a little housekeeper.
She walked over to the stone stove, rolled up her sleeves, and began tending to the fire with practiced movements.
Wei Yang sat on a nearby rock, watching as she worked while humming softly. His eyes were filled with gentle warmth.
A sense of warmth and serenity filled the air.
He watched as she carefully arranged the ingredients and placed them into the pot in an orderly manner.
She was a diligent and skillful woman—one who would surely make a good wife in the future.
Of course, this gentle beauty who could cook so skillfully was also someone whose delicate, jade-like hands could concoct poisons just as masterfully.
Well, at least for her enemies.
But her warmth belonged only to Wei Yang.
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