Chapter 46: Seven Realms of the Evil God!

“Heavenly Poison Pearl, it actually has such capabilities!” Jules stared directly at Yun Che’s left hand, her eyes wide with astonishment.

“Strictly speaking, this isn’t entirely the Heavenly Poison Pearl’s doing.” Yun Che’s face carried a faint arrogance as he spoke. “Even without the Heavenly Poison Pearl, if I could find the right purification elixirs, I’d have a way to open all the meridian gates—it would just take far more effort and time.”

“You?” Jules’ gaze was filled with skepticism.

“I never told you I was some divine physician, did I? As a divine physician, of course I know every detail of the human body’s internal and external structure. The meridians? I’m intimately familiar with them. In my lifetime, I’ve opened eight thousand meridian gates. Since my master left me three years ago, I’ve never once failed to open a meridian gate. And the Heavenly Poison Pearl’s purification abilities surpass even the highest-grade elixirs—using it to open meridian gates is, quite simply, effortless.”

Yun Che spoke with such ease, his confidence so understated it seemed he was merely recounting an ordinary occurrence. Jules, despite her lingering doubts, found herself unable to dismiss his words. She stared at Yun Che for a long moment before whispering, “You’re a strange fellow. But doesn’t opening all the meridian gates make you extraordinary? Your foundation alone sets you leagues ahead of others!”

Jules splashed cold water on Yun Che, unbothered, and asked bluntly, “You said that once all fifty-four meridian gates are open, their inherent abilities will manifest. Why did I feel nothing?”

“Take another, closer look at your meridians.” Jules said.

“Huh?”

Yun Che immediately closed his eyes, beginning to inwardly examine his newly formed meridians. All fifty-four gates were open, the meridians empty yet their energy pure and pristine. He scrutinized them carefully, and suddenly felt a discordant sensation. In the next instant, his attention locked onto the very center of his meridians…

The human body’s meridians resembled a mighty tree in full growth, dozens of branches spreading unevenly in all directions, each bearing a meridian gate. The trunk—the core of the meridian system—was its most vital part, the foundation upon which everything rested. And there, in the center, he discovered seven marks resembling the gates, arranged in the pattern of the Northern Dipper constellation.

They looked like gates, yet felt entirely different. Their hues were muted, their positions defying his understanding, leaving him stunned.

“How could seven gates appear out of nowhere?” Yun Che opened his eyes, his voice laced with disbelief.

“No, those aren’t gates.” Jules said coolly. “They’re the seven levels of the ‘Evil God Technique’—seven realms of cultivation.”

“Realms… of cultivation?” Yun Che had never heard such terms before.

“The blood of the Unkillable One bestowed upon you a meridian system that, in essence, carries the Evil God Technique—a unique internal work. This technique has seven levels. You don’t need to cultivate it; it already exists within your meridians. Each time the Evil God Technique ascends a level, a realm opens… No, wait—reverse that: each time you open a realm, the Evil God Technique rises a level. And each level corresponds to a powerful external technique of the Evil God. Do you understand?” Jules spoke slowly.

Yun Che: “…”

Yun Che understood perfectly well the distinction between internal works and external techniques. On the Tian Xuan Continent, most cultivators possessed only raw spiritual energy, lacking any internal work. Internal works varied widely, but none directly enhanced spiritual energy—some altered its properties or modes of circulation. For instance, the Ice Cloud Palace’s ‘Ice Cloud Sutra’ transformed spiritual energy into icy coldness, its power increasing with cultivation, rumored to freeze entire regions at its peak. Similarly, the ‘Blazing Heaven Sutra’ of the Fiery Heaven Sect did the opposite, infusing spiritual energy with intense heat, capable of forging weapons with bare hands at its height.

Other internal works served auxiliary purposes, like the vile ‘Yin-Yang Concordant Fruitfulness Technique,’ which elevated spiritual energy through intimate relations.

Internal works were typically inherited within sects or families, rarely shared with wandering cultivators. The Xiao Sect had no familial internal works, only ancestral external techniques of limited power.

External techniques, as the name implied, were skills that unleashed spiritual energy in various ways to amplify their effects. Some required specific internal works to activate.

“So… I can actually use the ‘Evil God Technique’ you mentioned?” Yun Che asked, his voice tinged with wonder.

“Exactly!” Jules nodded. “Your meridians are currently empty, so you won’t feel it yet. Once you’ve cultivated spiritual energy, you’ll sense its presence.”

“…You said earlier that opening these realms doesn’t require cultivation. How do I open them?” Yun Che probed tentatively. He’d never encountered such concepts before and dared not act rashly. If the method resembled opening meridian gates, he could easily unlock all seven in no time—something impossible for others, but in his hands, it would be as simple as taking breath away!

“It’s simple—thousands of times easier than opening meridian gates!” Jules smiled, her expression eerily serene. Her words struck Yun Che like a physical blow: “These realms belong to your meridians. If you wish to open them, they’ll open on their own… Just a thought, and all seven will be unlocked!”

Just a thought?

All seven realms open… The Evil God Technique reaching its peak in an instant?

Yet her dangerous smile made Yun Che hesitate. He couldn’t believe it. “Is it really that simple?”

“Precisely. But the consequences… You’ll die. Instantly, your body will burst open.” Jules’s voice dropped to a whisper.

Yun Che’s mouth hung open.

“The Evil God Technique’s ‘Raging’ attribute has six levels: first realm—‘Evil Spirit,’ second—‘Heart-Burning,’ third—‘Heaven-Shaking,’ fourth—‘Hell-Forging,’ fifth—‘King of Yama.’”

Jules paused, and Yun Che urgently asked, “What about the sixth and seventh levels? Why would using them kill me?”

“The princess here doesn’t know either. The memories of the Unkillable Blood only go as far as the fifth level. It seems the Evil God believed that a mortal body and strength could only reach the fifth level’s limit before death, so he left no records of the sixth and seventh. Opening a realm elevates the Evil God Technique by one level, accompanied by a surge in bodily pressure. If you force it beyond what your body can endure, you’ll suffer severe injuries, lose all spiritual energy, or worse—your meridians will rupture, your body shatter, and you’ll perish!”

“With your current body, even opening the first realm would kill you instantly!”

“…That terrifying?” Yun Che asked, his voice trembling. “What does ‘Raging’ mean for the Evil God Technique? What level do I need to reach to use it?”

Jules glanced at him with disdain, her delicate cheeks flushing with contempt. “You’re asking this far too early! Your meridians are newly formed, you’ve not even a trace of spiritual energy—yet you’re scheming to leap to the top?”

“…Alright, you’re right.” Yun Che didn’t argue, nor did he press further. He shifted his focus away from the realms, took a deep breath, and declared, “Though my starting point is late, I’ll never let this Evil God meridian go to waste! I’ll begin cultivating right now!”

“Hrumph…”

Just as Yun Che’s resolve was at its peak, an untimely sound erupted from his stomach, instantly draining his gathered momentum. He hadn’t eaten in a full night and an afternoon, his hunger gnawing at his gut.

“Since you’re so familiar with meridians, how does one even enter the initial realm? The princess here needn’t teach you. She must return to the Heavenly Poison Pearl now—no interruptions for three days!”

Jules had unleashed her full power repeatedly, only to suffer brutal backlash from the poison. Though the Heavenly Poison Pearl suppressed it, the poison had seeped deeper into her soul. Without purification, it might spread to her soul source, and even the Heavenly Poison Pearl might not save her.

“Wait, I still have a few questions… You keep calling yourself ‘Your Highness,’ are you a princess from some empire… Hey, hey!!”

Before Yun Che could finish his question, Jules’s form vanished, dissolving into a crimson streak that plunged into the Heavenly Poison Pearl.

Though hungry, Yun Che couldn’t return to Qinglin Town. He’d considered Xiao Gong, Xiao Gong, Xiao Si—if they’d discovered the slaughter, they’d surely connect it to him. If they found him now, with no spiritual energy, he’d be dead within moments.

After some thought, he glanced toward the mountains stretching endlessly in the opposite direction of Qinglin Town, bit his lip, and quickened his pace.

Thus began his cultivation journey in this life—starting from the Red Dragon Mountains!

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