Chapter 170: The Ember Peak Dragon, Yàndiān Huǒlóng, Arrives! A Supreme Treasure of the Star Sovereign Sect is Unveiled!

It had been a few days since the heavenly dao ball game between the sects.

Right after that, Yang Wei locked himself away in closed-door cultivation.

For six days straight, he hadn’t left his room.

Sitting cross-legged, he focused intensely as a whirlwind of blood swirled around him, mingling with his Qi to create blood Qi.

Suddenly, he snapped his eyes open, and a surge of energy erupted from his body, his normally blue eyes briefly glowing red.

He shut his eyes again, delving deeper into his cultivation.

First, I’ll cultivate the blood Qi in my surroundings and strengthen my heart...

Next, I’ll refine the blood Qi and use it to purify and strengthen my lungs to enhance my breathing sustenance.

Then, I’ll use the blood Qi to temper all the muscles throughout my body and accelerate their development.

The bones provide a solid foundation for channeling internal energy, enabling one to unleash devastating martial arts techniques with greater force. So, I’ll condense the refined blood Qi and use it to reinforce the bones, making them denser and more resilient - bones that can withstand powerful blows, as hard as iron!

Next, the skin: I’ll refine the skin and make it tougher and more resistant to external damage.

One must remember that the skin is equivalent to a tortoise’s shell, so like a tortoise cares for its shell, one must do the same for their skin.

As Yang Wei progressed through each level of his cultivation, he began to sense something stirring within him. It looked like a massive claw, but that was all he could make out. When he opened his eyes, he was panting heavily and drenched in sweat from the intense cultivation.

"I’m getting closer to comprehending my Innate Blood Spirit," he muttered, clenching his fist tightly. "And then, I’ll be able to develop my own Blood Martial Arts!"

He was about to celebrate when out of nowhere, the golden slime bounced onto his face. "Piidi! Piidi!" it chirped affectionately as it latched onto him.

Yang Wei struggled to remove it, finally tossing it aside with a sigh. "Enough of this. I need to figure out how to send it back to that Frigid whatever realm," he muttered to himself, but then hesitated. "But wait, it’s technically a monster, isn’t it?" he questioned no one in particular.

He then looked at the slime, "You should be worth something in the market right?"

The slime trembled as it uttered, "Piidi?"

Yang Wei cautiously approached the slime, extending his hand to release and condense a significant amount of blood Qi into a blood sword. "I’ll make this quick..."

Seeing this as nothing but a threat, the slime recoiled in fear, stuttering, "P-p-piidi!"

Just then, an almost endless sea of red flames spawned from nothing and enveloped the entire residential sector of Spirit Harmony Peak. It didn’t burn anything; instead, it seemed to freeze everything in motion, leaving only Yang Wei and the slime unaffected.

Not even up to a second, Yang Wei noticed that time had come to a standstill. Glancing around, he observed that everything was frozen in place. But this time freeze didn’t seem like the Immortal Daoist Arts Ji Wu had used before. It felt more potent, more intricate, as if time had been halted at a higher level, comparable to when Míng Huīrán did it.

But of course, Yang Wei hadn’t moved one bit from start to finish.

The celestial dragon-turned-man resumed, "It seems it hadn’t lingered in my domain for long. When an Immortal Star Plasma Dragon dies and reincarnates, its presence is hidden to keep it safe until it finds its partner."

The golden slime chirped happily, snuggling closer to Yang Wei.

"Piidi! Piidi!"

Yang Wei patted it affectionately and then turned to Yàndiān Huǒlóng.

"So, I’m its partner?"

Strumming his beard like guitar strings, Yàndiān Huǒlóng calmly nodded and said, "I’m afraid so." He moved closer to Yang Wei and explained, "The other reason I’m here is to give you some tips. Make sure the Immortal Star Plasma Dragon absorbs celestial energy from the stars every day until it evolves to its next stage, a Celestial Serpent.

When it reaches that stage, I’ll return to guide you further."

With a small movement of his hand, he opened a rift in space, ready to leave.

"If you ensure this creature cultivates diligently, it will evolve into a celestial dragon that rules over all other celestial dragons, the Dragon King."

But Yang Wei interrupted, "Wait, how am I supposed to get celestial energy from the stars? That’s the real issue here."

Yàndiān Huǒlóng, fed up, replied curtly, "Do whatever. It’s no longer my concern."

Yang Wei stretched his arms and stroked the slime gently, murmuring, "Should’ve seen this coming. No wonder Míng Huīrán skipped the anniversary you all planned. She knew did say you weren’t cool after all."

Yàndiān Huǒlóng halted dramatically. Then, he glared at Yang Wei with his crimson red eyes. "She called me uncool?"

Yang Wei nodded, adding, "She even said Bìlóng was waaay cooler than you."

Furious, Senior Yàndiān produced a small transparent bottle filled with golden liquid and tossed it to Yang Wei. "Here! Take this and use it as your source of celestial energy. It’s my blood, but be careful not to touch it, or it’ll corrode you... and likely the entire Mashyan World."

Yang Wei accepted the bottle, nodding. "I’ll make sure to let the second matriarch know that the... cool Yàndiān Huǒlóng gave me this."

"Super cool..." Senior Yàndiān added with a small grin.

What?! I, the great Ember Peak Dragon, smiling like a child? Impossible!

He didn’t waste a moment to wipe the smile off his face and depart like he was never there.

And time resumed once more.