Chapter Two: Reforging the Spiritual Root!

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The so-called spiritual root is the foundation of cultivation. This essence is concealed within the dantian, capable of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, seizing fate itself for one’s own being. The spiritual root serves as the entry ticket for cultivators; without it, one is destined never to seek the way of immortality in this lifetime.

Yet cultivation is inherently an act against the heavens.

On the bed in his apartment, Gu Liuyun sat cross-legged. Though his cultivation had been completely lost, his soul still bore the residual divine consciousness. Relying on this power, Gu Liuyun began to locate the Sumeru Space he had once carved out.

The Sumeru Space is an alternate dimension accessible only to supreme powerhouses. Within this space, one’s soul imprint remains, enabling the storage of various items, including living beings.

However, this body’s cultivation was far too low. Gu Liuyun forced his way in, expending tremendous effort but only managing to maintain the connection briefly.

When he opened his eyes again, a pale yellow storage pouch appeared in his hand. This was the Qiankun Bag, containing many elixirs and spiritual treasures he had acquired through killing or fortunate encounters.

With a thought, Gu Liuyun withdrew a pill from the bag, one that shimmered with five colors.

This was the Fate-Mother Qi Pill, refined by an ancient Divine Transformation expert, possessing the miraculous ability to reconstruct spiritual roots.

When Gu Liuyun had originally obtained this pill by slaying an evil cultivator, he had considered it useless. As a powerhouse like himself, he had no need to reconstruct his spiritual root, and ordinary people couldn’t afford it, so it had simply gathered dust in his storage bag.

Now, Gu Liuyun felt grateful it had remained in his possession. Otherwise, this former Divine Transformation expert might have died an old man in this world.

Swallowing the pill, its effects quickly took hold. Gu Liuyun groaned deeply as blue energy erupted from his forehead.

To reconstruct the spiritual root meant shattering the dantian and reshaping it, then nurturing another’s spiritual root within it—essentially seizing another’s fate.

Thus, without a powerful background, ordinary people found it nearly impossible to become cultivators.

The intense pain lasted a full three hours, and Gu Liuyun’s sweat soaked most of the bedsheets.

Finally, the agony in his abdomen began to fade, and a faint glow emanated from the deep purple lightning-attributed spiritual root within him.

So lucky? It turned out to be the most destructive lightning attribute!

A look of relief crossed Gu Liuyun’s face; the suffering had not been in vain.

Resuming his cross-legged posture, he curled his tongue to the roof of his mouth, five points facing upwards, then took a deep breath like drinking water. Spiritual energy surged into his body continuously.

At last, he could feel spiritual energy.

However, the spiritual energy on Blue Star was extremely thin. With such scant energy, even a lifetime of cultivation might not reach one percent of his past life’s level.

“At times like this, I must thank those evil cultivators who pursued me,” he mused.

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A smile tugged at Gu Liuyun’s lips as he emptied box after box of pills from the storage bag.

When strength is insufficient, one supplements it with pills.

Though the power gained from pill consumption was often unstable, and difficult to withstand opponents of equal cultivation, for Gu Liuyun’s current situation, it was the most effective method.

After all, the spiritual energy here was so dilute that probably not a single foundation establishment cultivator existed. As long as his realm surpassed others, no one could defeat him!

“Begin!”

Gu Liuyun pressed his two fingers together, placing protective talisman flags in each corner of the room.

Setting up a barrier before consuming pills was like sealing off smoke before pill scavenging—possibly redundant, but safer.

He grabbed a box of Spirit Gathering Pills and popped them into his mouth as if they were candy.

Soon, the spiritual energy contained within the pills flowed like a stream, cleansing his spiritual root and flooding his meridians.

Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment.

In just one night, Gu Liuyun completed what had taken him a hundred years in his previous life.

No wonder great sects often produce geniuses.

Anyone can level up by pill consumption.

Watching the shimmering spiritual light in his palm, Gu Liuyun smiled with satisfaction.

If Ye Qingqing dared to show off in front of him again, a palm strike charged with lightning would leave her utterly humiliated.

Buzz!

His phone vibrated; a message from Ye Qingqing arrived.

The time for breaking off the engagement was set—this afternoon at four o’clock.

Gu Liuyun chuckled lightly and rose to take a shower.

Once this troublesome matter was settled, he could cultivate in peace and search for the Ascension Stone.

He vaguely recalled that when the fight over the Ascension Stone broke the forbidden seal, the stone had fallen into the torn space.

Gu Liuyun had narrowly avoided being pulled into that spatial rift, his physical body shredded within the spatial corridor.

By all rights, the Ascension Stone should have ended up in this world.

At the thought, Gu Liuyun’s eyes burned with determination.

Legends said the Ascension Stone carried the key to immortality.

If found, one could ascend to immortality, escaping death forever.

Water washed away the grime from Gu Liuyun’s body; these impurities were the byproduct of his spiritual energy purifying his body after rising in cultivation.

In the mirror, Gu Liuyun’s aura was ethereal, his body flawless.

Broad shoulders, slender waist, legs like those of a mantis, with perfect muscular lines.

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“A striking resemblance to my former glory.”

Gu Liuyun was very satisfied with his physical condition.

After all, strength could be cultivated, but good looks were a lifelong gift.

At 3 PM.

Gu Liuyun left the apartment building and took a ride-share out of the city, ascending the winding mountain road.

The Ye family was an ancient cultivation clan. Though they held vast secular enterprises, their estate lay in the Panlong Mountains outside the city.

The scenery was beautiful, and the spiritual energy slightly richer than in the city—more suitable for cultivators to absorb.

The car stopped outside the gate, where a butler came forward to greet him in the traditional Chinese courtyard.

“Young Master Ye has arrived.”

The butler, in his fifties or sixties, behaved respectfully.

In the original owner’s memory, Ye Xifu, the patriarch of the Ye family, was a man who valued gratitude. After his parents disappeared, the Ye family had allowed him to live there, and the Ye family members treated him as a young master.

However, because Ye Qingqing disapproved and secretly demanded he leave, the original owner had moved to an apartment, studying while trying to curry favor with Ye Qingqing.

“Sir, madam, Young Master Ye has arrived.”

The butler led Gu Liuyun to the living room and bowed respectfully.

Seated on the sofa, smoking a cigar, Ye Zhenhua looked at Gu Liuyun with disdain.

“What Young Master Ye? He’s just an outsider. Don’t call him that anymore.”

The butler paused, then seeing the stern faces of Ye Zhenhua and his family, suddenly understood something and cast a sympathetic glance at Gu Liuyun.

“So rude.”

Wang Qingfang, Ye Qingqing’s mother, dressed in a cheongsam, curled her lips in scorn.

“As a junior coming to visit, you arrive empty-handed? Didn’t your parents teach you manners?”

“Oh, I forgot.”

Wang Qingfang suddenly sneered.

“You’re an orphan now.”

Gu Liuyun’s expression darkened, spiritual energy surging within him.

With a single thought, he could incinerate this foul-mouthed woman to charcoal.

“Impertinent!”

Before Gu Liuyun could act, an elderly voice called out from upstairs.

Ye Xifu, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, descended the steps with commanding strides, then raised his hand to slap Wang Qingfang.

“How dare you be so insolent to the Ye family’s benefactor’s descendant!”

“Who gave you the courage!”