"Chen Bei, give it to me!"

The current Chen Bei was no longer the ignorant fool he once was.

The relentless grinding nearly drove Xue Mei to hysteria.

The Flood Dragon's blood was nearly depleted, and the flowers trembled in ecstasy.

With the heart technique of the Yin-Yang Divine Control Art.

The primal yin power of the ancient Blood Clan forcefully surged into Chen Bei's shattered meridians.

"Hiss..."

The excruciating pain of crushed muscles and bones struck again.

It felt as if all his meridians were being ground to dust once more.

Finally, it converged into his dantian, which was like a deflated balloon.

At this moment, streams of blood energy, marked with complex patterns, surged into Chen Bei's body.

The bloodline seal of an ancient Blood Clan powerhouse!

These bloodline seals constructed Chen Bei's internal meridians and dantian, forming a Celestial Cycle.

A brilliant light radiated from within Chen Bei's body.

At this moment, Chen Bei was in so much pain that he nearly bit through his teeth, with beads of sweat dripping down like rain.

Success!

Chen Bei's plan succeeded!

He borrowed Xue Mei's primal yin power to enter his shattered meridians, forcibly guiding it to circulate within his body.

And the powerful bloodline seal within Xue Mei's body, following her primal yin power, transformed into a complete meridian seal, locking that primal yin power within Chen Bei's shattered meridians and dantian.

This formed a seemingly nonexistent yet real complete meridian and dantian.

Boom...

A great burst of red light, the Fiery Yang shone brilliantly.

Since Chen Bei was injured, the Dominant Yang Divine Physique finally reopened.

Radiating with boundless light.

"Hoo..."

Chen Bei breathed deeply like an old monk in meditation.

Every thread of True Essence entering his body made him wince in pain.

However, feeling the presence of power once again brought Chen Bei a sense of comfort.

"Perhaps this is enough!"

All the pain and suffering were worth it.

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"He really succeeded!"

Xue Mei, her face flushed, looked at the young man before her, recalling that wonderful moment.

Her thoughts drifted to unknown places.

...

After several days of recuperation, Chen Bei finally restored his True Essence to its peak.

In the plaza within the mountain gate, hundreds of disciples were boarding the flying boat heading to the Ten Thousand Peaks Desert.

Elders from each peak were checking the list of disciples participating in the Genius Disciple Gathering, everything proceeding in an orderly manner.

This time, Yun Han led the team, with Hua Qingyang and Tianyuanzi responsible for the disciples' safety, and Zi Xuan in charge of logistics.

Xue Mei brought Chen Bei along as a temporary addition under the guise of an injured substitute, which made many disciples who couldn't accompany them extremely envious.

"Personal disciples are really something else!"

"Clearly already a cripple, yet he still gets a spot in the Genius Disciple Gathering!"

"Such a rare opportunity to broaden one's horizons!"

"With hundreds of thousands of geniuses gathering in the Western Province, such an event, we may never have the chance to witness in our lifetime!"

"Indeed, that distant Ten Thousand Peaks Desert, we might never reach in our lifetime!"

"Ah, same people, different fates, we can't even compare to a cripple!"

Of course, many things can't be envied.

Of the five accompanying peak masters, three were Chen Bei's own people.

Not to mention the disciples who couldn't participate were envious, even those on the flying boat were envious.

Chen Bei boarded the flying boat and stayed in a luxurious suite only peak masters could enjoy.

His daily life was personally attended to by Senior Sister Zi Xuan, and Xue Mei took care of him with great concern.

Even the leader of this expedition, the most domineering and cold Yun Han of the Mingyuan Sword Sect, would occasionally visit.

And these disciples, each only had a meditation mat.

Life on the flying boat was all about sitting in meditation and cultivation.

Time flew by, the light boat traversed countless mountains.

The Ten Thousand Peaks Desert was a vast expanse of barren mountains, devoid of any vegetation.

The endless sandy hills and barren lands made the world seem increasingly desolate, with hardly a trace of life.

However, the sky grew livelier, with streaks of light left by flying boats crossing the horizon.

Many disciples rushed to the deck, looking through the barrier of the flying boat at the scenery they had never seen before.

They raised their arms and cheered, filled with excitement.

Indeed, if not for the fortune of riding the flying boat on this expedition, they might never have had the chance to come here in their lifetime.

Nor would they have the opportunity to see this different world.

"It's the Ancient Creation Spring!"

"Drawing the essence of heaven and earth, leaving no life in the vast wasteland!"

Chen Bei looked out at the world through the porthole, finally feeling at ease.

"Sister Xuan! Hug me!"

"You're so naughty! Hehe!"

Zi Xuan was momentarily stunned by Chen Bei's sudden act of affection, then she smiled and embraced him.

Since Chen Bei woke up, his face had almost always shown signs of pain.

It was the first time she saw him with such a relaxed expression.

"Why do you suddenly want a hug from your sister? Are you looking for a reward?"

"Of course I want it, Sister Xuan! But not now, I can't handle any more fuss. Once I'm fully recovered, I'll definitely repay you for taking such good care of me all this time!"

"You're quite the thoughtful one, remembering your sister's kindness!"

Chen Bei hugged Zi Xuan from behind, leaning against the porthole and gazing outside.

His warm breath brushed against Zi Xuan's ear and neck, sending tingling sensations through her.

She wrapped her arms around Chen Bei, signaling him to hold her tighter.

"By the way, Sister Xuan, our Third-Rank Sect alone brought hundreds of people, and there are a thousand sects in the Western Province, that's tens of thousands of people."

"When will this competition end?"

"Of course, it won't be a series of one-on-one matches!"

Zi Xuan had been here with the sect many times and was quite familiar with the Genius Disciple Gathering.

"For most sects, this gathering is just a chance for disciples to broaden their horizons! Some don't even have the qualifications to participate!"

"What do you mean?"

Chen Bei lightly bit Zi Xuan's earlobe, causing her to shiver as if electrified.

"You're so annoying!"

"You just know how to tease, but can't take responsibility! Do you still want to hear it?"

Zi Xuan's breathing was a bit erratic, and she turned her head to scold him playfully.

"Yes, yes, yes, Sister Xuan, please continue!"

"Then give me a kiss!"

Smooch...

Chen Bei planted a kiss on Zi Xuan's soft lips.

"You're so annoying!"

Zi Xuan was a bit shy, but she knew she couldn't go any further.

She cleared her throat before continuing:

"Many sects are too weak and don't have any outstanding disciples!"

"Most sects' disciples at this age are only at the mid-stage of the Postnatal Realm at best."

"Those who can truly compete are the geniuses who have reached the Prenatal Realm before the age of thirty."

"Our Mingyuan Sword Sect's ten peaks combined have only a handful, and of course, you, the little monster, don't count."

"The Genius List is always the stage for disciples from the top hundred sects in the Western Province."

"As for the slots to enter the Divine Transformation Pool, they've never left the hands of the top twenty sects in the Western Province for thousands of years."

"Those top twenty sects are unimaginably powerful!"

"And the geniuses who have won slots in the Divine Transformation Pool have never had a cultivation lower than the mid-stage of the Prenatal Realm."

At this point, Zi Xuan couldn't help but feel a bit melancholic.

In this world, the strong get stronger, and the best spiritual veins, immortal mountains, and more cultivation resources and opportunities are in their hands.

And the Mingyuan Sword Sect, just a Third-Rank Sect on the edge of the Western Province, still had to guard the land of dark demons, the Rising Dragon Ravine.

Their master died tragically, their master's wife was severely injured, and it was all held together by the senior sister Yun Han, who had been struggling with a chronic illness for a century.

"Mid-stage Prenatal Realm, that's not much!"

"This time, I'll carve the name of the Mingyuan Sword Sect at the top of the Genius List!"