Chapter 19: Blood Essence Heart Destruction Formula

Other cultivation knowledge Yuan might not be familiar with, but regarding the meridian system, he did know a little bit.

For the meridian system was a crucial element within *Cang Yuan*.

A system that directly reflected in the player’s experience bar.

The more meridians a character possessed that were fully open, the less experience was required to advance to the next level.

In the game, a character with all 127 meridians fully open would require roughly twenty times less experience than one with absolutely no meridians flowing.

In terms of data, if a fully open meridian character needed only five experience points to level up from one to two, a character with completely blocked meridians would require a hundred.

Thus, if a character’s 127 meridians were naturally connected from birth, they earned a special designation—*a body of primordial origin*.

However, perhaps the developers of *Cang Yuan*, in an effort to accommodate certain players who enjoyed self-inflicted suffering, allowed those who started with a congenitally blocked body to gradually cultivate within themselves, accumulating Yuan Qi through practice, and then, by applying cultivation techniques, slowly unblock these obstructed meridians, thereby accelerating their progression.

Yet this process would be immeasurably slow.

From one unconnected pathway to all one hundred and twenty-seven fully established, the cultivator must continuously refine themselves until reaching the "Qi reaches its origin" state—only then can the experience required to upgrade a naturally born defective body match that of a naturally gifted body.

Yet this very scroll, *Xue Yuan Xin Yun Jue*, defies all internal meridians and source Qi limitations, instantly establishing all one hundred and twenty-seven meridians from the very first moment of cultivation!

Even more significant, the full establishment of these one hundred and twenty-seven meridians represents merely one of the many effects of the *Xue Yuan Xin Yun Jue*.

Body and soul consolidated to their utmost essence.

This description suddenly brought to mind another body type, one that stood on par with the naturally gifted.

A primordial soul body...

At this thought, Xu Yuan suddenly felt a dryness in his mouth, as though the very air had turned to dust.

He remembered from the original setting:

If a character possesses both a naturally gifted body and a primordial soul body, then—his unique title becomes *Primordial Dao Body*.

Once in the game, Xu Yuan had never cared much for things like innate talent or constitution.

As a master player, the challenges he sought were always of the self-flagellating variety.

What he wanted was a trash-tier start, a near-limit efficiency of resource management, and the sheer thrill of clearing boss battles with a mere sliver of health.

Of course, that was in a game.

If placed in reality, the lower the difficulty, the better.

Yet the cultivation method before his eyes could actually grant him an innate Daoist physique through postnatal means...

Heh.

Should he say now that this Blood Origin Heart Fall Technique truly deserved its place as one of the only three blood-red, top-tier cultivation methods in "Cangyuan"?

Xu Yuan licked his lips, his pitch-black pupils shimmering faintly in the dim light of the night luminescent pearl.

The innate Daoist physique in "Cangyuan" was not nearly as mystical as those found in primordial cultivation lores.

It had no affinity with the celestial principles, could not directly perceive the power of the rules and harness them, nor could it even perform the most basic form of stage-jumping cultivation.

In essence, this body type was merely a bit faster than ordinary people on the path of cultivation.

Hmm, a little bit.

Yet that was entirely sufficient.

After a long silence,

Xu Yuan gradually calmed himself from the overwhelming power of this technique.

Death as a path to life.

The subsequent effects of mastering the Blood Yuan Heart-Devouring Technique were indeed alluring, but merely thinking about it—the initial "facing death" at the entrance—was not something that could be easily written.

Every opportunity came with danger. Such a great opportunity—what kind of risk would he have to take?

The Blood Yuan Heart-Devouring Technique had already made it very clear.

To achieve it, one must, at the brink of death, maintain lucid awareness and sustain the cultivation technique with immense willpower.

But can a person truly remain awake throughout the dying phase?

Xu Yuan recalled his first arrival in this world—the blurred, near-death sensation of hypothermia within the cave.

In that state, thought sank like a stone into a mud pit, a relentless cold seeping through every fiber, rendering even the simplest tasks beyond comprehension, let alone the execution of a cultivation technique.

Moreover, according to the blood-metaphor heart-ruin technique, this dying phase would repeat endlessly.

This—should be, at the very least, a journey through nine deaths and one survival.

Xu Yuan lowered his gaze slightly, and a sudden wave of cold water crashed over his thoughts.

He was indeed a man who craved excitement and adventure—but that did not mean he feared death.

After the sudden arrival in this world, most of his choices had been made for him.

Whether he had suppressed his fear and spoken to Ran Qingmo, or had simply leapt from the sky cliff into the abyss, holding onto Ran Qingmo—every choice had been born of no alternative.

If you don't choose, then it's certain death.

But now that they're safe, how can they simply ask a man accustomed to peace in these tranquil times to plunge his head directly into the waistband and begin practicing a technique that could kill him at any moment?

A sense of hesitation began to seep through Xu Yuan's mind...

Wait!

At that very moment, Xu Yuan's breath froze.

He suddenly realized that, in truth, he still had no choice.

Because no bones had been found, his father—original body—could not possibly abandon him.

Unless Xu Yuan himself lived long enough to reach the day when the "main character" would kill his father.

Otherwise, even after escaping this cave, even if Ran Qingmo could temporarily carry him away to safety, Xu Yuan didn't believe he could vanish completely under the relentless pursuit of "superhumans" capable of locking onto his qi signature with intent.

Not to mention...

Xu Yuan had no idea which world line the "main character" of this realm was following now.

In "Cangyuan," there were no fewer than twenty-five world lines. What if the protagonist had chosen a path that did not clash with his biological father—then Xu Yuan would face a lifetime of relentless pursuit.

And even if the protagonist had chosen a route of enmity toward his father, when everything became real, would those dramatic deaths from within the game still occur? He had no certainty at all.

After all, the example of Ji Qingyue had just unfolded before his eyes.

A once-stunning, pivotal female character in the story—vanished in an instant, slain by the cold, unfeeling man named Ran, standing right beside him.

Did the once-blessed "main character immunity" still exist?

"..........."

Silence.

Xu Yuan's clenched fists slowly uncurled. He rose, and stepped forward to stand before the woman huddled in the corner.

She still wore that tattered black robe.

A moment of silence,

"What is it?"

From the stillness of her secluded sanctuary, her clear voice echoed, barely louder than a needle falling.

Xu Yuan lowered his eyes:

"I would like to ask you for a favor."

Ran Qingmo slowly opened her eyes, gazing at him:

"You... intend to use a debt?"

Xu Yuan's expression remained unchanged:

"I wish for you to teach me the fundamentals of cultivation. Just now, I realized I've forgotten so many things—such as drawing qi into the body, and matters concerning the heart source and mind-soul."

"........"

In the dim light, her clear and serene eyes flickered with a touch of confusion.

Ran Qingmo couldn't comprehend how a master of primordial Qi could have forgotten the most fundamental principles of cultivation—wasn't such knowledge already etched into the very core of one's consciousness, an instinctive part of their being?

Yet, Ran Qingmo did not decline. With earnest sincerity, she said:

"This one, I don't need any favor—I can teach you."

Xu Yuan slowly sat across from Ran Qingmo, speaking softly:

"Shall we begin now?"

Ran Qingmo closed her eyes, pondering for a moment, as though sensing the state of her body.

When she opened her eyes again, she gave a slight nod:

"Alright."

Pausing briefly,

Ran Qingmo's serene gaze settled on Xu Yuan's ornate robe:

"Take off your clothes."