Chapter Twenty: Consecutive Breakthroughs

After all the spiritual energy surged into her dantian, it quickly condensed into a dazzling orb of light. Unlike ordinary people’s dantians, Ouyang Xiaoyue’s was exceptionally small and exquisite, yet it emanated an aura of profound mystery.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice that seven distinctly different energies swirled around this tiny dantian—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—intertwining harmoniously in a breathtaking display. Among these vibrant hues, a radiant streak of golden light stood out most strikingly, as if the stars themselves were gathered to honor the moon, elevating it above the other six energies with an unparalleled brilliance.

Even more peculiar was that despite the dantian’s minuscule size, it resembled a bottomless black hole, continuously devouring the surging spiritual energy from the outside world, absorbing and transforming it at an astonishing speed beyond imagination.

At this very moment, Ouyang Xiaoyue, sitting calmly in her room, was completely unaware of this. She did not know that while she was deeply engrossed in her cultivation, the spiritual energy throughout the entire Ouyang clan suddenly became thin and scarce. This abrupt change shocked many of the young disciples who were cultivating within the clan.

Some were even forced to halt their cultivation due to the sudden drop in spiritual energy, looking around bewildered as they tried to find the cause of this strange phenomenon. Others, burning with anxiety, rushed straight to the clan elders and the head of the family to inquire about the reason behind it.

Yet no matter how much they racked their brains, they could never have guessed that the culprit behind this earth-shaking upheaval was none other than the one who had long been regarded as talentless and useless—the very Ouyang Xiaoyue.

First-stage Spirit Master, second-stage Spirit Master... her spiritual power continued to rise unrelentingly, like a raging torrent breaking through barriers with unstoppable momentum.

At that moment, a fierce shout pierced the air: “Break through!”

With that roar came a crisp sound—pop! In an instant, light burst forth in all directions. A powerful wave of spiritual energy radiated outward from Ouyang Xiaoyue’s center.

The once calm air instantly became restless, buzzing like a disturbed swarm of bees.

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A third-stage Spirit Master! She had finally succeeded in breaking through! At this moment, the entire space seemed to tremble, thick spiritual energy flooding the air as it frantically poured into Ouyang Xiaoyue’s body, replenishing the vast energy she had just expended.

The faint, invisible barrier that had lingered also quietly dissipated, transforming into tiny sparks that merged into the surrounding environment.

“Master! A third-stage Spirit Master!” Little Ling was overjoyed, leaping excitedly within the spatial realm, its small figure bouncing up and down nonstop.

It had always believed its master was the strongest, and now witnessing her power ascend firsthand, it felt immense pride and happiness.

In stark contrast, Ouyang Xiaoyue held little profound understanding of what being a third-stage Spirit Master truly meant.

But seeing Little Ling so elated, her usually indifferent face softened slightly, a barely perceptible warmth touching the corners of her eyes and brows.

“Master, although you have successfully awakened the seven elemental spiritual roots, only the fire element is currently strong. The other six remain quite weak. So you must carefully nurture and protect them in the future.”

After the excitement faded, Little Ling grew more sober and began to worry about Ouyang Xiaoyue’s condition.

Hearing this, Ouyang Xiaoyue’s movement to rise suddenly faltered.

She recalled the golden light she had seen flickering within her dantian earlier, and a wave of doubt surged in her heart.

What exactly did that golden light represent? Could it be related to the weakness of the other six spiritual roots? A flood of questions overwhelmed her, drawing her into deep contemplation.

‘The best way to nurture spiritual roots is naturally through alchemical pills! But Master, the Ouyang clan’s pills have never been sent to you or your brother.’

Little Ling had also intercepted information similar to Ouyang Xiaoyue’s. Because it knew its master was indifferent to many matters, it always kept a watchful eye.

However, the Ouyang clan’s pills were only first-grade, far inferior to the ninth-grade pills that man had sent to her.

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When the image of that pill, covered in golden patterns and emitting a strong alchemical fragrance, appeared in her mind, a bright spark instantly flickered in Ouyang Xiaoyue’s beautiful eyes.

That pill seemed to exude an irresistible allure, drawing her in unconsciously.

Yet at that moment, Little Ling’s words fell like a bucket of cold water, causing the sparkle in Ouyang Xiaoyue’s eyes to quickly fade.

Little Ling excitedly exclaimed, “I have an idea! Master, your fire spiritual root is extraordinarily strong. If you can fully unleash it, then as long as you succeed in advancing to a ninth-stage Spirit Master, you will definitely be able to refine ninth-grade alchemical pills!”

After speaking, Little Ling looked at Ouyang Xiaoyue expectantly, as if already envisioning a future piled high with endless pills.

Ouyang Xiaoyue was tempted by Little Ling’s suggestion but also felt a wave of confusion.

After all, becoming an alchemist was no easy feat.

So she asked with some hesitation, “An alchemist? Can this really work?”

Seeing her hesitation, Little Ling quickly explained, “Of course it can! Master, having powerful spiritual roots is only the first step to becoming an excellent alchemist. Next, we need to find a suitable alchemy furnace and gather enough rare herbs.

How about this, Master? Let’s go out and search together! Maybe we’ll find something unexpected!” Little Ling grew more and more excited, as if already dreaming of sleeping in a pile of alchemical pills.

After quietly pondering for a moment, Ouyang Xiaoyue finally nodded gently.

Indeed, she longed to become an alchemist—not just for the reasons Little Ling mentioned, but because she wanted to personally refine ninth-grade pills, even higher-grade ones. In this world, how could one manage without alchemical pills?