C18 Eighth Level of the Qi Martial Stage

Upon waking, all will be well—wealth and good fortune will come knocking, and luck will be in abundance...

Ye Feilong was brimming with excitement, vigorously rubbing his hands together and muttering to himself in a jumble of words. Suspended in the air of the Pill Room were three Pills, radiating with blood energy.

Having previously purchased a Blood Qi Pill for Han Yu, Ye Feilong recognized the distinctive aura of these Pills. Yet, he immediately sensed that the one in the Pill Room was of superior quality to the one he had bought, as it exuded a more potent blood energy. The intensity of the blood energy on the surface was indicative of the Pill's quality.

He could tell it was a Grade One Blood Qi Pill because it displayed only one exceptionally dark blood thread. A Grade Two would have two such threads, a Grade Three would have three, and so on, up to a Grade Nine Blood Qi Pill, which would have nine threads.

Examining the three Blood Qi Pills, Ye Feilong noticed that while they were all Grade One, the concentration of blood energy varied among them. One Pill, in particular, had an extraordinarily intense blood energy, which he suspected might be due to the Devil Beast's Blood Core. The Pill with the most potent blood energy could likely have been crafted using a Rank Eight Beast Blood Core. Different materials yield different qualities of Pills, which was to be expected.

"Three Pills, all with a 100% success rate—excellent!" Ye Feilong exclaimed, unable to contain his admiration.

The Blood Qi Pill was among the top three Pills known for directly boosting Genuine Qi. However, due to the complexity of its refinement, it was a rarity in the marketplace. Only the most elite families, sects, and clans had access to it, using it internally and rarely letting it slip into the public domain.

Yet, Ye Feilong had achieved the extraordinary: refining three Blood Qi Pills from the materials he had purchased, all with a flawless success rate. The knowledge of such a feat would astonish anyone who heard of it.

For the moment, he set aside these thoughts, focusing instead on how to retrieve the Pills. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the three Blood Qi Pills materialized in his hand.

The Blood Qi Pills appeared almost as large as a small chicken egg, but that was merely due to the blood qi shimmering on their surface. In reality, they were only as big as a thumb.

Ye Feilong was ecstatic.

Being able to take them out was fantastic.

It meant that he could not only refine pills for his own use but also for others, like Lau Jiuyue. Now that she had committed to martial arts training, she would need resources for cultivation, and pills were among the best resources available.

Moreover, with pills fetching such high prices, selling them could be a lucrative business. Indeed, it was a major avenue for wealth. Every alchemist was exceedingly wealthy, with some being as rich as entire nations.

However, all these prospects were for Ye Feilong's future.

Right now, his most urgent need was for personal use, as he was determined to reach the Martial Soul Stage before the Chamber of Commerce event commenced.

"I wonder if three pills can significantly boost my Genuine Qi? If their effects are as potent as the legends suggest, I'll need to hunt more Devil Beast Blood Cores and purchase additional materials to refine more pills."

With this thought, Ye Feilong popped all three pills into his mouth.

As soon as the pills dissolved, a wild energy burst within him, rushing toward his meridians like a massive river flowing into his body.

"This powerful?"

Ye Feilong was startled.

He had previously taken pills to assist with his cultivation, but they were all standard fare. He had never tried Blood Qi Pills before and had consumed all three based on past experiences. He hadn't anticipated the Blood Qi Pills to be so potent, far exceeding the rumored effects. The dose from the three pills made it feel like his meridians, and even his body, were on the verge of bursting.

It was as if his body were a bucket suddenly being filled to the brim by a downpour from the heavens. If the bucket wasn't large enough, it would surely burst.

"Vast Origin Technique!"

In haste, he began channeling the Ye family's most powerful cultivation technique.

Simultaneously, he experienced a profound sensation that the Ye Feilong practicing in the cultivation room had also accelerated his cultivation pace.

The most noticeable change was the progress bar.

"Seventh level of the Qi Martial Stage!"

In an instant, Ye Feilong had successfully broken through to the seventh level.

The energy within him continued to surge violently, with each meridian resembling a rapid, surging river.

In the training room, the percentage on Ye Feilong's progress bar kept climbing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

10%... 50%... 100%!

Eighth level of the Qi Martial Stage!

After advancing to the eighth level of the Qi Martial Stage, the progress bar's percentage increase finally slowed. It wasn't until it hit 35% of the eighth level that it normalized, and the sensation of being on the verge of bursting subsided. In its place was the comfortable flow of Genuine Qi and the empowering sensation of having broken through two levels.

"Eighth level!"

Ye Feilong stepped away from the massive boulder, eager to test his newfound strength against a couple of large trees.

But as he turned around, he froze, his expression turning peculiar.

It's a small world when it comes to running into foes!

He spotted three people, one of whom was Ye Feiling.

Ye Feiling's face appeared to have been treated with a pill, but the swelling was still evident, leaving him looking far less handsome than usual, even bordering on ugly.

From handsome to ugly – that must have fueled his rage upon seeing Ye Feilong.

"Ye Feilong, you're actually here. Haha, you've avoided the path to heaven and now you've barged into hell. We're not within the Ye family grounds now, and with my senior brothers and sisters here to back me up, let's see how you strut around!"

Ye Feiling was taken aback to encounter Ye Feilong here. As he regained his composure, his face twisted into a fierce scowl, and he drew his sword.

The young couple with him also exuded a chilling presence, their intent to kill palpable.

The woman inquired, "Junior brother, is this the scoundrel who's been abusing his position as the young patriarch to wreak havoc in the clan and torment you?"

She was tall and elegant, with jet-black hair that gave her an initial impression of beauty. Yet, upon closer inspection, one would notice her high-bridged but fleshless nose tip and her narrow forehead, giving her a rather sharp and spiteful appearance.

This individual was undoubtedly devoid of compassion or gratitude.

Her innate arrogance clearly indicated that she hailed from a remarkable lineage.

Surprisingly, she referred to Ye Feiling as her junior brother, which puzzled Ye Feilong.

Ye Feiling had never joined a sect, nor had there been any mention of him taking someone as his master. So, where did this so-called senior sister emerge from?