6: Chapter 6 Breaking Through Three Realms in One Night

Zhao Ruoan's perception continued to move, landing on another pile of items.

That was a longsword with a scabbard. The scabbard was archaic and pitch-black, its material unidentifiable, but the gemstone embedded in the hilt shone brightly within the space.

"This is 'Jinghong', a Medium Grade Spiritual Artifact. It can cut through iron like mud and sever hairs blown against it, granting a thirty percent amplification to spiritual power conduction. It should be enough for you for now."

Zhao Ruoan's heart raced uncontrollably.

His perception finally landed on a palm-sized white Jade Slip in the corner.

The surface of the Jade Slip shimmered with colorful light, obviously not an ordinary item at first glance.

"This is the upper volume of the Heaven Rank top-grade sword canon, the Jingxian Sword Canon."

In Yun Qinghan's voice, there was finally a bit more solemnity.

"This sword canon was obtained during my travels in my early years, and its grade far surpasses any Cultivation Technique within the Sect's Scripture Pavilion. The upper volume is enough to support you to Cultivate up to the Spirit Sea Realm. When your Realm is sufficient, this Revered Master will naturally impart the subsequent Cultivation Technique to you."

Heaven Rank top-grade!

Zhao Ruoan felt as if his breathing had stagnated.

The zixiao spirit-testing stone taken out by Sect Master Yan Jingxuan had a detection limit of Heaven Rank.

Now, Yun Qinghan casually gave him a Heaven Rank top-grade sword canon.

This Revered Master-accepting gift was not just generous; it was simply inhumanly lavish.

"Revered Master, this... is too precious."

Zhao Ruoan withdrew his consciousness from the ring space and said sincerely.

"It is fine."

Yun Qinghan's tone returned to its aloof coldness.

"You are my Disciple, and these are all things you deserve. Qinghan Peak does not raise idlers, let alone trash."

"Go, do not slack off in your Cultivation."

As her voice fell, she turned and stepped into the hall, her figure disappearing into the swirling mist.

Zhao Ruoan bowed deeply toward the direction of the main hall.

This Revered Master, though she spoke little, truly got things done.

"Junior Martial Uncle, let us take you to your residence."

Qiuyin and Xiamo's voices pulled him back to reality.

The two young maidens stood prettily to the side.

"Thank you for your trouble, two sisters."

Zhao Ruoan reined in his focus and smiled gently.

The three of them walked along the white jade-paved mountain path towards the depths of the peak.

Along the way, strange flowers bloomed everywhere, Immortal Plants dotted the ground, and a single breath of the rich Spiritual Qi in the air made one feel refreshed.

From time to time, rare spiritual birds flew past from among the woods, unafraid of people, curiously sizing up Zhao Ruoan, this unfamiliar visitor.

On the way, they also encountered a few maidens similarly dressed in maid attire.

The moment those maidens saw Zhao Ruoan, without exception, they froze, their faces filled with shock.

Why would there be a man on Qinghan Peak?

"What are you all looking at? This is Revered Master's newly accepted Personal Disciple, the only Junior Martial Uncle of our Qinghan Peak, Zhao Ruoan."

Qiuyin raised her willow-leaf eyebrows, took the initiative to step forward, and softly rebuked the few maids.

Hearing this, the few maids trembled slightly, hurriedly lowered their heads, and bowed respectfully toward Zhao Ruoan's direction.

"Greetings, Junior Martial Uncle!"

Zhao Ruoan did not put on any airs at all, stepped forward, and gave a gesture of support.

"Sisters, there is no need for such formalities, everyone rise."

His gentle and modest attitude allowed those few maids, who were already frightened pale, to let out sighs of relief.

When they rose, Zhao Ruoan also nodded gently toward them.

This action caused the two close maidens, Qiuyin and Xiamo, to feel strange sensations rise in their hearts.

They had seen plenty of Geniuses; among the Personal Disciples of the Sect Master and Elders, which one of them wasn't arrogant and looking down on people with their noses in the air?

This Junior Martial Uncle clearly possessed earth-shaking talent, yet he was so approachable.

He truly was a strange person.

And also a... very good person.

Soon, the two brought Zhao Ruoan to an independent courtyard situated by the edge of a cliff.

The small courtyard was not large, but it was extremely elegant.

Inside the courtyard, there was a bamboo grove, stone tables and stone stools, and a clear spring that gurgled with Spiritual Qi.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, one could overlook the magnificent rivers and mountains of the entire Qixuan Sect, with surging seas of clouds and an exceptional view.

"Junior Martial Uncle, this is your residence, 'Tingtao Pavilion'. It was specially prepared for you by Revered Master."

Xiamo's voice was as crisp as an oriole's.

"Everything needed in the courtyard is fully prepared. If you have any other needs, you can command us at any time."

"Usually, we will guard outside the courtyard. If you need anything, just ring the bell by the bedside."

Qiuyin added, and finishing her sentence, her cheeks turned red again.

"Bathing, changing clothes, and... and other intimate matters, you can also call upon us."

As a modern Soul, how could Zhao Ruoan not understand the meaning behind these words?

He gave a light cough, breaking the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.

"Thank you, two sisters, I have noted it all down. You have also worked hard for a day, go rest first, I can manage by myself."

His attitude was calm, and his sense of propriety was grasped just right, expressing gratitude while tactfully declining overly intimate service.

"Yes, then... then Junior Martial Uncle, please rest early, we will not disturb you any longer."

Qiuyin and Xiamo acted as if granted amnesty, hurriedly bowed, and fled the courtyard as if escaping.

Watching the retreating figures of the two, Zhao Ruoan smiled helplessly.

He closed the courtyard gate and turned to walk into the room.

The furnishings inside the room were simple yet stylish, exuding an air of purity and elegance everywhere.

He did not rush to rest, but instead sat cross-legged on the cattail mat.

With a thought, the Jade Slip recording the Jingxian Sword Canon appeared in his hand.

A wisp of spiritual power probed into it, and a majestic torrent of information instantly surged into his mind.

Countless profound sword moves and deep sword principles transformed into ancient golden characters, circling within his Sea of Consciousness.

As expected of a Heaven Rank top-grade sword canon!

Its exquisiteness was far from comparable to the basic Sword Intent he had comprehended earlier on the mountain gate stele.

If it were anyone else obtaining such a Cultivation Technique, they would probably be ecstatic on the spot and immediately begin comprehending and Cultivating it.

But Zhao Ruoan only felt it slightly before putting it aside.

It was good, but compared to his Great Dao Scripture, it was nothing.

He reined in his focus and began concentrating all his attention on the Supreme Cultivation Technique within his body.

The Great Dao Scripture.

Following the guidance of his mind, this Supreme Cultivation Technique featuring all-weather autonomous idle training was actively set into motion by him.

Boom!

Almost at the exact same time the Cultivation Technique started running, the Spiritual Qi of the entire Qinghan Peak rioted.

Centered on "Tingtao Pavilion" where Zhao Ruoan was located, a huge Spiritual Qi vortex visible to the naked eye formed.

Endless heaven and earth spiritual power poured madly backward into his body.

At this moment, the Immortal Rank 9 talent revealed a ferocious and terrifying corner of itself!

Zhao Ruoan's body greedily devoured everything.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out within his body.

The Bottleneck of the 3rd layer of Body Refining shattered at the sound.

The 4th layer of Body Refining!

This was not the end yet.

The massive torrent of spiritual power did not stop in the slightest, continuing to scour his limbs and bones, tempering his tendons, bones, skin, and membranes.

His Physical Body strength was frantically increasing at an unimaginable speed.

In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

Crack!

Another crisp sound rang out.

The 5th layer of Body Refining!

The majestic Spiritual Qi vortex still showed no signs of weakening, instead intensifying further.

Zhao Ruoan's entire person was enveloped by thick spiritual mist, his figure becoming blurry and indistinct.

His cultivation Realm was still skyrocketing all the way.

Crack!

The 6th layer of Body Refining!

If Sect Master Yan Jingxuan and the others were to see this, they would probably have their Dao Hearts shattered on the spot and doubt their lives.

Others painstakingly tempered their bodies, spending months or even a year to Breakthrough a single layer of Realm.

When it came to him, it was as simple as eating and drinking.