Chapter 5

“Ten Thousand Fire Divine Art? A cultivation technique with no grade?”

Lin Yan had a bad feeling in his heart.

It was as if a huge pit lay ahead, waiting for him to fall into it.

“Strange… why did I sense the aura of Dao Fire just now?”

The old man’s brow furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly. His gaze swept around as he tried to locate the source of the Dao Fire’s aura but found nothing.

“Forget it. How could such a small place contain Dao Fire?”

Shaking his head, the old man squinted again and began to employ his secret “Great Deception Technique” on Lin Yan.

—

Elsewhere in the Lin family residence

Amid lush greenery, like a dreamscape, a spiritual spring sat in the center of an artificial mountain. 

By the edge of the spring, a beautiful young woman dipped her tender feet in the water, causing gentle ripples. Her exquisite face flushed slightly. 

“Brother Lin Xuan, you must properly thank Yan’er.” 

Lin Yanran’s smile deepened, her delicate face showing a mesmerizing charm, as if she had thought of something delightful. 

“Miss…” 

A veiled figure with an elegant silhouette appeared beside her, hesitating as though she wanted to speak. 

As if expecting the visitor, Lin Yanran’s expression returned to calm, and she spoke softly, “Aunt Leng, didn’t I tell you not to appear before me without my permission?” 

“Miss, you even used a Grade Seven Boundary Talisman. How could I not come to check on things?” 

Aunt Leng thought silently. As someone experienced in life, she could tell exactly what her young lady was feeling. 

But… the difference in their statuses was too great! 

“Perhaps once the young lady returns to the sect and meets the true prodigies of this generation, she’ll forget all about this small-town talent,” Aunt Leng mused. 

However, she kept these thoughts to herself.

“Miss, the sect leader is urging you to return soon,” Aunt Leng sighed with a complicated expression. 

Hearing this, Lin Yanran responded impatiently, “When he abandoned me back then, why didn’t anyone say a word?”

“Aunt Leng, don’t ever bring this up again!” 

Seeing the displeasure on Lin Yanran’s face, Aunt Leng smiled bitterly. “The sect leader must have had his reasons, young miss…” 

Without replying, Lin Yanran turned and left, leaving Aunt Leng standing in place, lost in thought.

—

In a remote region, the eleventh-ranked alien flame on the continent was fully refined by Lin Xuan within just seven hours. 

Compared to others who might take months or even years to refine an alien flame, Lin Xuan’s speed was astonishing. But for him, only a few hours were enough. 

This was the terrifying power of one of the nine supreme Heavenly Scriptures, surpassing even imperial-level techniques.

“It’s… done.” 

Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and within his pupils, a trace of silver-white flame flickered, radiating bone-chilling cold. At the same time, his cultivation began to surge. 

Qi Condensation Eighth Layer… Qi Condensation Ninth Layer… True Essence First Layer…

It kept rising until it reached the True Essence Fifth Layer, where it finally stopped. 

But that wasn’t all. 

A silver-white flame sigil appeared faintly on Lin Xuan’s forehead, exuding a biting cold aura—it was Ice Spirit Flame. 

“My cultivation speed has tripled. So this is the terror of a spiritual physique?” 

“Even my true energy has solidified by almost fifty percent.” 

Lin Xuan felt a surge of joy. With the support of his Ice-Fire Spirit Physique, not only was his cultivation faster, but even his true energy had become much more robust. 

If his previous true energy was like sand, now it resembled cotton soaked in water and frozen solid. 

No wonder those with special physiques were considered geniuses—blessed by the heavens and extremely rare. 

To surpass these heavenly prodigies through hard work alone was exceedingly difficult. 

Throughout history, how many mortals had truly reached the peak? 

“There’s more…” 

The flame sigil on Lin Xuan’s forehead glowed brilliantly, and threads of Ice Spirit Flame wrapped around his body, instantly freezing everything around him. 

In his palm, a blazing cluster of Ice Spirit Flame burned fiercely. Once unleashed, it could cause unimaginable destruction.

With the Ice Spirit Flame spreading across his body, Lin Xuan’s cultivation soared from the True Essence Fifth Layer to the True Essence Eighth Layer. 

“Special physiques truly are terrifying.” 

Lin Xuan could feel his true energy draining rapidly, and with a sigh, he withdrew from this enhanced state. 

Now he understood why people could easily identify those with unique constitutions, like those blessed with innate holy physiques. 

If even a spiritual physique could produce such extraordinary effects, Lin Xuan couldn’t begin to imagine the phenomena caused by a holy physique. 

No wonder these physiques were so recognizable.

“Unfortunately, I can only maintain that state for five minutes.” 

Lin Xuan recalled the energy consumption during the enhanced state. As powerful as it was, the drain was equally intense. After less than a minute, his body was already struggling, and if he pushed further, five minutes would be his limit. 

Looking at the ruined estate around him, Lin Xuan didn’t care much—his grandfather had given it to him for training. He still had three more estates like this.

—

The next morning 

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Lin Xuan. 

He wore a white embroidered robe, its intricate patterns finely carved. His eyes gleamed like stars, giving him the aura of a celestial being. 

After awakening the Ice-Fire Spirit Physique, Lin Xuan now exuded a faint, ethereal chill. If the young women of the Lin family saw him, they would surely be even more infatuated. 

“Now that I’ve reached the True Essence Realm, a lower-grade Profound-level technique is no longer sufficient.” 

Feeling the sluggish cultivation speed within his body, Lin Xuan shook his head. 

Even though he possessed imperial-level alchemy techniques and one of the supreme Heavenly Scriptures, neither contained a method for cultivation! 

For now, he was still relying on the Lin family’s lower-grade Profound-level technique which could only support him up to the True Essence Realm. 

“Brother Lin Xuan, Yan’er is here to find you!” 

A lively, slightly childish voice called from outside. 

Lin Xuan smiled helplessly, remembering his promise to take the little girl Lin Yanran to the market today. He hadn’t expected her to be so eager, showing up so early.

He prepared his savings, planning to use this opportunity to look for rare spiritual herbs and experiment with alchemy. 

Alchemy was, after all, a fantastic way to amass wealth—something Lin Xuan desperately needed right now. 

Currently… he was broke!