Rule One Chapter 153 6-14

Chapter 6 - The Limits of Nature

After helping his grandfather settle in the city, Devor returned to the Azure Sky Sect and entered its tranquil, expansive Spiritual Garden.

The garden stretched before him, a sanctuary brimming with life and vibrant spiritual energy. To a cultivator like Devor, it was more than just a beautiful place—it was a wellspring of wisdom and growth.

That evening, beneath the soft glow of the moon, Devor sat cross-legged in the garden, meditating among the lush, thriving plants. Each day, he tended to the garden with unwavering dedication, nurturing it to its fullest. Tonight, bathed in the moon's gentle light, the plants glowed with a peaceful radiance.

Delicate pollen, soft and colorful, drifted lazily from their leaves, like a light shower of stardust. It was a sign that the plants had absorbed the full extent of the natural energy, reaching a perfect harmony between life and spiritual power.

Externally, Devor appeared deep in meditation, his face serene and still. But within, his experience was far from ordinary.

In the depths of his mind, Devor found himself in an expansive, misty blue realm.

Here, in the vastness of his mental space, his white robe remained as pristine as it was in the physical world. The space around him stretched endlessly, bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. The air hummed with a quiet, powerful energy, a presence that filled the infinite expanse.

Above him hovered a single golden orb, pulsating gently with immense energy. Its light cast faint shadows across the misty expanse, radiating an aura of mystery.

Surrounding the golden orb were six smaller blue orbs, orbiting it in perfect rhythm. Like celestial bodies, they left shimmering blue trails that wove intricate patterns through the void.

Devor was using Ultimate Synthesis, his system's unique ability to refine and push techniques beyond their original limits.

The golden orb symbolized the core of the cultivation technique he was refining, while the blue orbs acted as amplifiers, channeling energy, insights, and pathways to strengthen it.

Each orb spun steadily, its light trails intertwining with the golden core. These glowing threads revealed subtle connections—ways for Devor to align the technique with his unique body and mind.

Elder Sorin's teachings echoed in his mind.

Devor knew this principle well: No two cultivators were the same. Body, soul, and mind were all unique, and while techniques could be universally applied, they required personal refinement to reach their true potential.

But the process was fraught with risk. Rushing the refinement could disrupt the balance of Qi and spiritual energy, leading to irreversible damage—or even death.

Devor had endured countless failures, yet he remained unshaken, driven by his pursuit of mastery.

The Ultimate Synthesis ability granted him a unique advantage: the power to simulate and refine techniques within the depths of his consciousness.

Here, failure held no consequences for his body. He could experiment endlessly—refining, adjusting, and testing without fear of harm.

This breakthrough had completely transformed his approach to cultivation. What would take others years, Devor could simulate and perfect in mere days.

As time passed, a white mist began to rise from his body, swirling around him as if alive. Soon, vibrant threads of color—red, green, yellow, blue, and white—wove through the mist, representing the elemental energies he sought to harmonize.

The colors danced and shifted, merging and separating as Devor absorbed the swirling mist into his body.

A minute passed. Then two. Then five. Each moment felt longer, the weight of concentration deepening as the energies intertwined.

By the tenth minute, Devor's form began to twist in his mind. His once pristine white robes darkened to a sickly purplish-black, and his body seemed poisoned, cracks forming along his skin like spreading fissures.

Alarmed, Devor stopped the process, his eyes snapping open to the real world.

Back in the garden, he exhaled sharply, staring at his trembling hands, which still seemed stained by the lingering image of the purplish-black hue in his mind.

"Another failure..." Devor muttered, his voice thick with frustration. He clenched his fists, eyes fixed on the peaceful garden—a sharp contrast to the storm within him.

The failure hit him hard, but he understood the stakes. He was trying to perfect the Essence of Nature Cultivation Technique, a method that absorbed spiritual energy directly from nature and fused it with the cultivator's body.

Its potential was immense, but refining it was unlike anything Devor had faced before.

"How did its creator survive all this?" Devor murmured, awe and determination lacing his words.

He was refining the technique for himself, not inventing it from scratch. Even with the system's help, Devor shuddered at how many times he would have perished without it.

"This technique has several stages: Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Core Formation, and Golden Core." Devor muttered to himself, brows furrowing. "If Outer Court Disciples are capped at Core Formation, then this technique must be for Inner Court Disciples, right?"

Devor hadn't expected to receive a cultivation technique of such value, but he understood why it wasn't widely sought after. Tending to Spiritual Plants wasn't exactly glamorous, and Sorin had often voiced his frustration over the lack of disciples willing to take on the task.

"This technique could take me to the Golden Core Realm," Devor thought, feeling a flicker of hope. "But without rare treasures or lucky encounters, I might only reach Foundation Building."

Even with the system—powerful as it was—Devor couldn't shake the feeling that his talent was lacking.

He took a deep breath, clearing his mind, and returned to the real world. His eyes fluttered open, and the stiffness from hours of meditation hit him. He stretched, letting his neck tilt to release the tension in his muscles.

As his body relaxed, Devor's focus shifted back to the garden. His sharp gaze swept over the Spiritual Plants, assessing their condition. Moving with practiced ease, he approached a plant whose energy felt stagnant.

Devor sprinkled a fine, shimmering powder over its leaves, watching as it absorbed the surrounding natural energy. The plant visibly brightened, its spiritual energy surging, a small victory.

Devor worked tirelessly, inspecting each plant with care. His hands moved with practiced precision, every gesture purposeful, as if each plant were a living part of him.

There was no room for shortcuts. Every task demanded his full attention. Even when Yulin presented particularly difficult requests, Devor remained committed to doing things properly. The fear of failure—and its consequences—kept him focused.

Above, hidden in the shadows, a figure watched silently, floating effortlessly in the night.

The figure was Leifu, the Spiritual Hall Master, known for overseeing the Inner Sect's most precious Spiritual Plants. His youthful appearance belied the centuries of experience he carried.

"It's rare for you to show interest in a disciple, Leifu."

A calm voice echoed in Leifu's mind. Startled, he quickly bowed in midair. "Greetings, Sect Master."

The voice reverberated softly, but an invisible barrier kept Devor, still absorbed in his work, unaware of the exchange.

"You seem quite interested in that boy," the Azure Sky Sect Master said gently, his words a soft presence in Leifu's mind.

Leifu straightened, his gaze falling on Devor, who was tending the garden with focused precision, swatting away pests and carefully nurturing each plant.

"The boy's no ordinary disciple," Leifu murmured, his tone thoughtful. "His cultivation may be limited, but his understanding of Spiritual Plants is impressive."

"Are you thinking about taking him on as your personal disciple?" the Sect Master asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Leifu shook his head, his eyes lingering on Devor. "His Spiritual Root is a roadblock. If he had a three-colored root, I wouldn't hesitate. But with a five-colored root... his potential is capped."

The Sect Master's voice softened. "Yes, a five-colored Spiritual Root is a major limitation. Even with the Essence of Nature Cultivation Technique, his path will be difficult. But remember, Leifu, cultivation is about defying the heavens. What seems impossible today might change tomorrow."

Leifu frowned, weighing the Sect Master's words. "Do you see something special in him, Sect Master?"

"No," the Sect Master replied. "But as you've noticed, his dedication to the Spiritual Plants stands out. It takes more than talent to endure such challenges. He may not have the natural gifts, but his determination is relentless."

Leifu fell silent and looked back at Devor. The boy moved with purpose, fending off a swarm of spirit-devouring insects. Each strike was deliberate, sparing the delicate plants as he eliminated the pests.

The Spiritual Hall Master smiled faintly. "Perhaps you're right, Sect Master. The boy's resolve could push him past the limits of his Spiritual Root."

Devor continued his work in the distance, unaware of the watching eyes above. His hands steady, his focus unwavering, he nurtured life, hoping his own cultivation would one day flourish just as beautifully.

Chapter 7 - Defying Limits

Six months had passed in the blink of an eye, like dust carried away by the wind, leaving only traces of memories and loss behind.

Devor stood in a quiet corner of the Spiritual Garden, a place where no plants grew, the soil barren. In front of him stood a simple wooden gravestone, carved with the name Doyu Li—a name that would forever echo in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, he fought to steady the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Slowly, he knelt on the ground, bowing his head three times, each time his forehead pressing gently to the cool earth. It was a final act of respect, a way to say goodbye to the man who had been his rock, whose memory would live on inside him.

It had been a month since his grandfather passed.

What Devor didn't know was that Senior Sister Yulin had quietly arranged for a few mortal caretakers to keep watch over his grandfather in the city. She had sensed what Devor had through his system—that Doyu Li's time was running out. Her foresight had allowed Devor to be there in his grandfather's final moments.

Thanks to her help, Devor had been by his grandfather's side when the end came. Afterward, he arranged for his grandfather's cremation, bringing the ashes back to the sect. With his contribution points, he sought Elder Sorin's aid to lay them to rest in the most peaceful corner of the Spiritual Garden.

Even with the closure, the weight of the loss hung heavily on Devor's heart. He had already lost his family and friends back on Earth, and now he was faced with the pain of losing the only family he had left in the Cultivation World.

Though his focus wavered and his cultivation took a hit, Devor still tended to the garden. His care remained unwavering, though there was a subtle dip in his usual precision, a quiet sign of the emotional toll he carried.

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High above, on a mist-covered mountain peak bathed in the golden light of dawn, stood the Azure Sky Sect's core. At its center was the Spiritual Garden of the Inner Sect, a place far more magnificent than the one Devor tended.

Here, the Spiritual Plants flourished with unparalleled vitality, their leaves shimmering like precious gems, and their petals radiating powerful auras. Each plant seemed to hum with quiet awareness, as if recognizing their importance to the sect. The air was rich with the pure, invigorating fragrance of spiritual energy, mixing with the crisp mountain breeze.

In a modest hut overlooking the garden, Leifu, the Spiritual Hall Master, sat at ease. A steaming cup of tea rested in front of him, its delicate scent blending with the garden's natural perfume.

His calm gaze cut through the swirling mist, watching Devor in the distant lower gardens. The boy knelt at his grandfather's grave, his face a picture of quiet sorrow.

"Oi, old Leifu, I'm here for my monthly share!" A voice called out, cutting through the peaceful scene.

Leifu didn't react, calmly sipping his tea as though the interruption were nothing more than a passing breeze.

A moment later, Elder Sorin appeared beside the hut, his presence carrying the quiet authority of a seasoned cultivator. His eyes followed Leifu's gaze to Devor, watching him for a moment before speaking.

"If you're so interested in him, why not just take him as your personal disciple?" Sorin muttered, a hint of a scoff in his voice. Among the sect's elders, it was no secret that Leifu had shown a particular interest in Devor.

Leifu set his cup down, his expression as serene as ever. "I'm not looking for a disciple," he replied, "It's his methods that intrigue me. Unlike me, he doesn't rely on Spiritual Sense to tend the plants."

Sorin raised an eyebrow. "But Devor hasn't even reached Stage-5 Qi Refining yet. His Spiritual Sense hasn't awakened."

Spiritual Sense was a critical ability for cultivators, usually awakening at Stage-5 Qi Refining. It allowed them to perceive and interact with the world on a deeper level, enhancing their connection to spiritual energy.

Leifu smiled faintly, his gaze unwavering. "That's true. But the boy's already awakened his Spiritual Sense."

Sorin froze, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. With a flick of his power, he summoned a teapot and cup to pour himself some tea, but his concentration wavered. The teapot tipped too far, spilling its contents over the edge of the cup.

"Damn it," Sorin muttered, quickly correcting the spill. But his focus shifted back to Leifu. "Devor has already awakened his Spiritual Sense? When?"

Leifu's lips curled into a small grin. "Two months ago," he replied casually, a trace of amusement in his voice. "It happened while he was tending to your Poisonous Spiritual Plant."

Sorin's surprise deepened. He set his cup down, his curiosity piqued. "Two months ago? How did I miss that?"

"His Spiritual Sense is… unconventional," Leifu explained, his tone calm but intrigued. "Its range is extremely limited—barely a meter. It's nothing like true Spiritual Sense, which usually covers at least five meters."

Sorin folded his arms, mulling over Leifu's words. "A meter? That's practically useless in combat."

"For now," Leifu replied, his gaze sharpening as he watched Devor shoo away a small swarm of spirit-devouring insects from the garden. "But it's more than enough for what he's doing here."

Below, Devor moved with careful precision, driving the pests away without disturbing the delicate plants. His movements were deliberate, each one a quiet reflection of his dedication and skill.

Leifu's expression softened, his usual aloofness replaced by a rare flicker of admiration. "The boy has his limits, sure," he said quietly. "But he's pushing past them. Who knows? Maybe one day, he'll shatter them completely."

A few moments later, Sorin's Spiritual Sense swept over Devor, and a flicker of disbelief crossed his face.

"He's still at Stage-3 Qi Refining… How is this possible?" Sorin muttered, his voice tinged with astonishment.

For a cultivator to awaken their Spiritual Sense at Stage-5 Qi Refining was considered the mark of a true genius, someone with immense potential. Awakening it at the Foundation Building Realm was more common, though still noteworthy.

But Devor, with his five-colored Spiritual Root—the weakest among cultivators—had awakened his Spiritual Sense at Stage-3 Qi Refining?

Even if its range was limited to just a meter, the fact that it was genuine Spiritual Sense made the achievement nothing short of extraordinary.

"That's exactly why the boy is so intriguing," Leifu said, a playful smile lighting up his youthful face. "He has a way of defying expectations."

Sorin's frown deepened. "Old Leifu, if you don't act soon, someone else might snatch Devor up as their personal disciple."

Even Sorin found himself tempted to take Devor on, but for the sake of his alliance with Leifu—and the promise of more Poisonous Spiritual Plants—he held back. That split-second decision lingered in his thoughts.

Leifu, unfazed, took a calm sip of his tea. "I already have two personal disciples. Both are making great progress and will undoubtedly become pillars of the sect in the future."

Sorin paused, unsure whether Leifu was boasting or just making a point.

"They've flourished under my guidance," Leifu added, his tone modest yet assured. "Their achievements are a reflection of the teachings I've shared, as any good mentor would expect."

Sorin's lips twisted into a sour smile. "You're not the only one with talented disciples in this sect, you know."

Leifu chuckled softly, shaking his head. "That's not what I'm getting at. I can guide my disciples, provide them with the best resources, and help them realize their full potential. As their teacher, I take pride in their success."

"Yeah, yeah, we get it—you're the perfect mentor," Sorin muttered, turning his gaze away with a hint of annoyance.

Leifu's expression shifted, his tone becoming more contemplative. "But Devor…" He paused, his gaze sharpening. "He's different. Everything he's accomplished so far, he's done on his own. If I took him as a disciple and taught him my methods, would I help him—or hold him back?"

Sorin frowned. He hadn't thought about it that way before.

Leifu continued, his voice steady but reflective. "Even if Devor achieves greatness one day, would I truly take pride in it? Or would his success be his alone? He's always been extraordinary in his own way. He doesn't need me—or anyone else—to shape his path."

Sorin exhaled slowly, Leifu's words striking a chord. For all his pride in his own disciples, he had to admit that Devor's resilience and independence were rare qualities.

Then, a sigh echoed through the air—one neither of them had made.

Startled, Sorin spun around, his voice sharp with irritation. "Shameless eavesdroppers!"

From the edges of the mist, a few faint presences swiftly retreated, melting back into the shadows.

Sorin gritted his teeth, struggling to hold back his irritation. It wasn't surprising that Devor had caught the attention of the sect's elders—his rapid progress had certainly sparked curiosity. But few dared approach Leifu directly. Instead, they chose to watch from the shadows, waiting to see what decision he'd make about the boy.

Leifu's expression remained calm, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He'd long known about the silent observers, waiting for him to reveal his stance on Devor.

After a moment of quiet, Leifu spoke, his tone steady and deliberate. "Elder Sorin, assign Devor more tasks. The sect needs more raw resources."

Sorin frowned, confusion flickering across his face. "What kind of tasks?"

Leifu's smile deepened. "Triple his monthly task quota. If he succeeds, reward him with ten Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants."

Sorin's eyes widened in shock. "Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants?"

Spiritual Plants were ranked in four grades: Yellow, Earth, Sky, and Heaven. Even within the Azure Sky Sect, Sky-Grade plants were considered rare treasures, prized for their extraordinary potency.

"Those are treasures, even for cultivators like us," Sorin said carefully. "How do you expect Devor to handle plants of that caliber? He's only at Stage-3 Qi Refining."

"That's exactly why I'm curious," Leifu replied, his eyes sparkling with interest. "Will he rise to the challenge, or squander the opportunity?"

The reward was undeniably extravagant—almost too valuable for someone at Devor's current level. But to Leifu, this wasn't about the reward itself. It was a test.

"Devor's skills and determination will determine the outcome," Leifu continued, his voice steady. "If he succeeds, the Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants will be a well-earned treasure. If he fails… then they were never meant for him."

Sorin fell silent, absorbing Leifu's words. Though skeptical, a flicker of excitement stirred within him. Devor's potential was still a mystery, and this challenge would reveal whether he could truly defy the odds—or if his limits would finally catch up to him.

Chapter 8 - The Gardener's Path

A year had passed in the blink of an eye—swift, yet leaving deep marks on everything it touched.

Devor stood at the edge of the Spiritual Garden, where the earthy aroma of damp soil mixed with the soft hum of spiritual energy in the air. His eyes rested on a nearby pond, its surface reflecting a distorted image of himself.

The face staring back wasn't the boy he once knew. The roundness of youth had faded, replaced by sharper, more defined features. His eyes held a quiet depth, the kind that comes from weathering life's storms. Subtle lines etched across his face hinted at the weight of the responsibilities he had borne over the past year.

His hair, now long and neatly tied into a simple ponytail, danced gently in the morning breeze. The plain white robes he used to wear were gone, replaced by a light blue cloak adorned with intricate symbols—a dragon entwined with a hexagonal leaf. The embroidery shimmered softly, as if imbued with spiritual energy. This cloak was more than just clothing; it was a symbol of his status, marking him as a true disciple of the Azure Sky Sect.

Devor hadn't earned this recognition through natural talent or noble birth. His rise had come from relentless hard work and unwavering dedication. From an overlooked gardener, he had become one of the garden's most respected caretakers.

He inhaled deeply, letting the garden's peace wash over him. The changes weren't just skin-deep; they reached into the very core of his being.

Now, Devor's role had expanded beyond his own labor. He led a team of assistants, each one entrusted with the care of the sprawling Spiritual Garden under his watchful guidance.

Not far off, a group of mortals and cultivators were busily tending to rows of spiritual plants, their hands moving with practiced care. Among them was Forly, one of the four who had entered the Azure Sky Sect alongside Devor years ago.

Dressed in plain white robes without any distinguishing symbols, Forly approached Devor with measured steps. Though they were close in age, his demeanor reflected the growing divide in their ranks.

"Greetings, Senior Devor," Forly said, offering a respectful bow.

Devor turned, his expression softening into a calm smile. "How's everything going? No major problems, I hope?"

Forly straightened, his face serious. "The Spiritual Plants were all checked this morning. Most are flourishing under your care, Senior. However, thirteen of them need your personal attention to address some specific issues."

Devor nodded, considering the report. "Good work. Gather the others. We'll take a look at those plants together."

Forly's eyes lit up with gratitude as he bowed again, deeper this time. "Thank you, Senior!"

Within minutes, nine assistants had assembled before Devor, standing in orderly rows. The group consisted of four women and five men. Six had reached the Qi Refining stage, while the other three were mortals, some as young as thirteen. Despite their varying levels of cultivation, they all watched Devor with respect and eager anticipation.

"Forly," Devor said, motioning towards him, "lead the way."

The group followed as Forly led them along the garden's winding paths. Towering rows of Spiritual Plants lined the way, their leaves glistening like living gemstones. A soft, radiant glow emanated from them, filling the air with warmth and a sense of peace—a clear sign of the garden's thriving life force.

Devor walked with steady purpose, his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes occasionally flicked to his assistants. Some carried themselves with quiet confidence, while others—especially the younger ones—seemed nervous, their eyes darting around as if unsure of their place in this serene yet powerful space.

They soon reached the first plant in need of attention. Its green leaves were tinged with yellow, and it swayed weakly in the breeze. The stem drooped slightly, giving the plant a fatigued appearance.

Forly pointed to it. "Senior Devor, this is one of the thirteen plants that needs care."

Devor stepped closer, kneeling beside the plant. His fingers gently brushed along the stem, noting the roughness that shouldn't have been there. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in the faint, earthy scent of the leaves.

After a brief pause, he stood and turned to address the group.

"This plant is suffering from spiritual exhaustion," he explained, his tone calm but firm. "The yellowing leaves and drooping stem are signs of an imbalance in the soil's nutrients. It happens when the spiritual energy it absorbs doesn't match its growth needs."

The group listened intently, some hurriedly jotting down notes in small notebooks, their pens scratching softly against the paper.

A young cultivator named Liyu raised her hand tentatively. "Senior, how do we fix it?"

Devor gave her a reassuring smile, his calm presence putting the group at ease. "The first step is to treat the soil. Mix Spirit Nurture Powder and Rejuvenation Powder in a one-to-three ratio. This blend will replenish the spiritual energy around the roots."

He gestured toward the plant, his voice steady but encouraging. "Also, make sure to prune the damaged leaves. That way, the plant can focus its energy on the healthier parts, speeding up its recovery."

The assistants nodded, absorbing his instructions. Some memorized his words, while others quickly scribbled notes. Forly, with more experience, began gathering the necessary tools to implement Devor's guidance.

The group soon moved on to the next plant—a Spirit Moon Flower. Normally, its petals glowed with a soft silver light, but now they were dull and lifeless.

Devor knelt beside it, gently brushing his fingers over the petals' surface.

"This one's suffering from a low-energy pest infestation," he said, pointing to the faint bite marks on the petals. "We'll need to spray it with Clearwind Leaf Extract diluted in purified water. This solution will drive the pests away without harming the flower's delicate structure."

As they followed Devor from plant to plant, the session evolved into more than just maintenance. Each issue became a learning moment, with Devor turning every challenge into an opportunity to teach, not merely instruct.

He didn't just give orders—he explained the reasoning behind each solution with patient clarity. Devor made sure everyone, from the experienced cultivators to the youngest mortals, understood the intricacies of nurturing Spiritual Plants.

By the time they had tended to all thirteen plants, the group gathered in a semi-circle around Devor, their faces reflecting a newfound appreciation for their work.

Devor straightened, his hands resting behind his back. "Remember," he said, his voice a balance of authority and warmth, "caring for Spiritual Plants isn't about mindlessly following instructions. You need to understand each plant's nature, listen to what they need, and adapt accordingly. Every plant is unique, just like each cultivator's path."

The group nodded eagerly, their respect for Devor deepening with every word. This wasn't just another routine task—it had become a transformative lesson, strengthening their bond with the garden and the sect.

Forly, standing among them, felt a swell of pride. To him, Devor wasn't just a senior; he was a true mentor, guiding them with wisdom and care.

After confirming that all the plants were stable, Devor invited the group to sit in a line. "Now," he said, "feel free to ask any questions about the issues we encountered today or anything else you'd like clarified."

One by one, they shared their thoughts and questions. Devor answered each with patience, drawing on his personal experience to offer clear, thoughtful explanations. He stressed the importance of careful observation—using sight, smell, and touch to understand a plant's condition.

While many cultivators relied heavily on Spiritual Sense, Devor's methods were grounded in practical techniques that even mortals could use. He taught them how to connect with the garden in a hands-on way, emphasizing that Spiritual Sense, though invaluable for higher-grade plants, wasn't always necessary—especially for the Yellow-Grade plants they worked with.

The Q&A session lasted about half an hour. When it was over, Devor dismissed the group. As they dispersed, their faces lit up with enthusiasm, eager to put their newfound knowledge into practice.

Devor watched them go, a faint smile playing on his lips. For the first time that day, he felt a deep sense of peace—not from cultivation, but from the simple joy of sharing knowledge.

As the garden returned to its serene quiet, Devor murmured, "Open Profile."

[ Name: Devor Li ]

[ Gender: Male ]

[ Age: 15/125 ]

[ Cultivation: Stage-5 Qi Refining Realm ]

[ Spiritual Energy: 673/673 ]

[ Spiritual Root: Five-Color Root ]

[ Knowledge: 124 Books ]

[ Enlightenment Realm Points: 16 ]

[ Abilities: Ultimate Synthesis, Attribute Analyzer, Ultimate Comprehension (Lv1) ]

Devor's gaze lingered on one detail—his Enlightenment Realm Points, now showing 16.

"The points usually go up by one each year," he murmured. "But after I taught them, another point appeared..."

His brow furrowed, curiosity flickering in his eyes. Could sharing knowledge with others somehow influence the system?

Devor exhaled softly, his thoughts turning to the system's mysterious mechanics. To unlock the Enlightenment Realm through Ultimate Synthesis, he needed 100 points.

"At this rate, it'll take decades to gather enough," he thought, sighing inwardly. Yet, the unexpected increase gave him a glimmer of hope. Maybe teaching others was a way to speed up the process.

His thoughts drifted to the Sky-Grade Spiritual Plant promised by Elder Sorin. The reward was extraordinary—practically priceless. But it also came with immense pressure.

"Can I really handle it?" Devor whispered, his eyes scanning the vibrant garden around him.

Sky-Grade plants were a world apart from the Yellow-Grade ones he tended daily. Their delicate nature and immense spiritual energy required a level of expertise he wasn't sure he had yet.

Still, a faint smile tugged at his lips. Challenge bred growth. Whether he succeeded or failed, he would face the task with the same perseverance that had brought him this far.

Chapter 9 - Cycles of Growth

The sun dipped low, casting a warm, orange glow through the swaying leaves, painting Devor in hues of gold. He sat cross-legged on the soft grass, his face calm but focused, as though in perfect harmony with the vast expanse of the Azure Sky Sect's Spiritual Garden stretching before him.

This was no ordinary garden. Spanning 25 square kilometers, it was one of ten sacred gardens in the Outer Sect. Each plot was like a world unto itself, teeming with life and pulsing with boundless energy, nearly the size of a small village.

Devor had been entrusted with the care of five such plots—a rare honor, given only to those proven capable and reliable. Alongside him, six other cultivators, including Yulin and Liara, worked tirelessly to maintain the delicate balance of this sacred place.

Tending the garden wasn't just a task; it was an art. It demanded deep knowledge, skill, and a finely honed Spiritual Sense. Without these, failure was certain.

In just two years, Devor had surged ahead of his peers, mastering the garden's secrets and even surpassing some senior cultivators. Born a mortal, he had pushed beyond every limitation, turning obstacles into stepping stones through sheer determination.

Now, with his Spiritual Sense fully developed, Devor could study the plants with extraordinary precision, sensing even the slightest shifts in their energy.

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Devor's meditative focus locked onto the hundred-square-meter plot before him. Each leaf and petal shimmered faintly, releasing soft sparks of ethereal light into the air. The garden seemed to sway gently, as if moved by an unseen melody carried on the breeze.

Slowly, Devor opened his eyes. His Spiritual Sense reached out, attuned to the gentle waves of energy radiating from the plants. The soft green luminescence and silver shimmer danced in the air like fireflies, weaving a serene tapestry around him.

He took a deep breath and activated the Essence of Nature Cultivation Technique, a method he had meticulously refined over time. At his command, the surrounding energy responded, flowing toward him in smooth, harmonious streams that blended seamlessly with his aura.

The energy coursed through his meridians, warm and soothing, like morning dew revitalizing dry earth. In his mind, it felt alive—gentle, yet brimming with the potential for profound transformation.

With practiced ease, Devor guided the energy through his body, following the pathways of his cultivation technique. A soft, golden glow began to emanate from him, a sign that the process was flowing smoothly.

Once the energy stabilized, Devor opened his palm and directed a portion of it back into the garden.

A stream of golden-green light flowed from his hand, gently washing over the plants. Their once-dull petals brightened, colors deepening into vibrant hues, while the leaves swayed, as if expressing silent gratitude.

A small smile tugged at Devor's lips. A quiet sense of fulfillment settled over him.

"They give me strength, and I help them flourish in return. A perfect cycle," he thought, his gaze lingering on the revitalized plants.

Devor wasn't one to linger. He closed his eyes again, deepening his Spiritual Sense, letting it stretch further into the garden. This time, he didn't just observe the energy—he felt it, as if the plants themselves were whispering their gratitude.

The process became a silent dance of harmony and connection. Time seemed to slow as Devor immersed himself in the ebb and flow of energy, sensing the pulse of life in every stem, leaf, and root.

When he finally opened his eyes, the sun had set, and the garden was bathed in the cool, silver glow of moonlight.

Devor exhaled slowly, a calm settling over him. "The progress is steady," he thought, his faint smile tinged with determination. "It's a small step, but with time, this technique will be perfected."

The weight of his grandfather's passing still lingered in his heart, but cultivation had become his refuge. His grief had transformed into a quiet strength, driving his resolve to grow ever stronger.

As he prepared to delve deeper into the Ultimate Synthesis Technique, a subtle shift in the air pulled him from his focus. His Spiritual Sense picked up faint footsteps approaching in the distance.

Devor's eyes opened, calm but alert. A figure emerged from the shadows, stepping cautiously into view. It was Forly, his junior and one of his trusted assistants. The young man stopped a few paces away and bowed deeply.

"Greetings, Senior," Forly said respectfully. "Senior Wulin has come to visit."

Devor nodded, his expression softening slightly as he offered a rare, brief smile. "Thank you, Forly."

He rose smoothly, brushing off his robes, the light blue fabric catching the moonlight with a faint shimmer. Without another word, he began walking toward the garden's entrance, his footsteps measured and steady.

The Spiritual Garden was one of the most sacred places in the Outer Sect. Only those with the proper authorization could step onto its grounds, and even the most senior disciples treated it with reverence.

As Devor made his way to the entrance, the gentle rustling of the plants seemed to follow him, like a silent farewell from the garden he so diligently cared for.

After a short walk, he reached the entrance, with Forly close behind.

The entrance was marked by a modest yet elegant fifty-meter-wide building. Its simple design radiated warmth and order, reflecting the Azure Sky Sect's balanced philosophy of beauty and practicality.

Surrounding the building, vibrant flowers and lush greenery created an inviting atmosphere. The fragrant aroma of the blossoms greeted all who approached, offering a sense of calm and serenity.

Near one of the round stone tables, five chairs were neatly arranged. Seated at the table was a man who exuded quiet composure. His long hair cascaded down his back, and he wore the Azure Sky Sect's signature light blue robe, adorned with subtle embroidery. This was Wulin, the cultivator Forly had mentioned. Standing beside him were two others—a man and a woman—both radiating a calm but formidable presence.

As Devor approached, Wulin rose gracefully from his seat, his companions following suit.

"Fellow Daoist Devor," Wulin greeted, clasping his hands and offering a slight bow. His companions mirrored the gesture with practiced ease.

Devor returned the gesture with equal respect, clasping his fists and bowing slightly. "Greetings, Senior Brother Wulin." Forly, standing just behind Devor, quickly followed suit, bowing in unison.

"There's no need for formalities," Wulin said with a warm smile. "You may simply call me Wulin."

Devor shook his head politely. "I've still got a long way to go before I can address you as an equal, Senior."

Wulin's expression softened, a flicker of quiet approval in his eyes. It was rare to find such humility and composure in someone so young, especially in the world of cultivators. By addressing Devor as a Fellow Daoist, Wulin had extended a notable mark of respect, treating him as a peer despite the gap in their cultivation levels.

Behind them, Forly watched in quiet awe. For Devor, still in the Qi Refining Realm, to receive such recognition from a Foundation Building cultivator was nothing short of remarkable.

"I've brought what you requested," Wulin said, reaching into the folds of his robe and pulling out a small, unassuming cloth pouch.

"That was fast," Devor remarked, his brows lifting slightly in surprise.

With a casual toss, Wulin sent the pouch through the air. Devor caught it effortlessly, immediately probing its contents with his Spiritual Sense. Inside were five glowing Spiritual Plant Seeds, each radiating potent Fire Qi.

A satisfied smile spread across Devor's face. He reached into his robes and pulled out a beast-skin pouch about the size of a child's head. With practiced ease, he handed it to Wulin.

Wulin inspected the pouch with his Spiritual Sense. Inside was an assortment of rare Spiritual Plants that Devor had carefully cultivated. The pouch itself was a size-reducing artifact, designed to shrink its contents for easier storage—an invaluable tool for cultivators engaged in trade.

Nodding in approval, Wulin gestured to the woman at his side. She stepped forward and handed Devor two identical size-reducing pouches.

"Two?" Devor asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

Wulin smiled knowingly. "I have a friend in the Blazing Fire Sect who helped me procure these. As your senior, I can't take advantage of a junior like you, especially in a trade."

Devor had always maintained a rule in his dealings: buyers had to provide their own size-reducing pouches to ensure smooth transactions. Wulin's gesture of offering more than required spoke volumes about his character.

"Thank you, Senior," Devor said, clasping his fists in gratitude.

Wulin tucked the beast-skin pouch into his robe, a curious smile playing on his lips. "Don't you ever tire of tending this garden, Devor? Surely you deserve a break now and then."

Devor's smile softened. "The garden is my sanctuary, Senior. The Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Qi here strengthens my cultivation. Its stillness brings me peace."

Wulin chuckled lightly. "Fair enough. Still, if you ever feel like wandering beyond these grounds, my Cultivation Cave is always open. I can provide you with some Cultivation Pills if you need them."

"I appreciate the offer, Senior," Devor replied, his tone respectful but warm.

Over the past two years, Devor had naturally built connections with disciples in various specialties, including Alchemy. Every month, he met the sect's Spiritual Plant quota, and any surplus he cultivated was his to trade. This system was part of the Azure Sky Sect's philosophy, teaching its disciples the realities of the Cultivation World and encouraging them to build their own networks.

With their exchange complete, Wulin and his companions began to take their leave. Before turning away, Wulin gave Devor one last glance. "Keep up the good work, Fellow Daoist. Your dedication is rare and will serve you well."

Devor inclined his head respectfully. "Thank you, Senior. Safe travels."

As Wulin and his companions disappeared down the path, Forly looked at Devor, his eyes filled with admiration. "Senior Devor, how do you always manage to impress even Foundation Building cultivators?"

Devor glanced at Forly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It's not about impressing others, Forly. It's about doing your best with the responsibilities you're given. The rest follows naturally."

Forly nodded thoughtfully, considering his senior's words.

Devor turned back to the Spiritual Garden, the familiar scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers filling his senses. To him, the garden wasn't just a duty—it was a sanctuary, a place where he could cultivate not only his strength but also his spirit.

Chapter 10 - Seeds of Ambition

Two days slipped by like a whisper on the wind.

Devor stood at the edge of the Spiritual Garden, clutching a rectangular Jade Token. His brow furrowed as he muttered to himself, "Since when do we have to pick up task rewards in person from the Resource Pavilion?"

That morning, the token had appeared before him, along with a small note instructing him to claim his reward himself.

Usually, Devor left such chores to Forly. Whether it was collecting his monthly stipend or his earnings as a garden keeper, Forly would handle it with Devor's identity token.

But this time, the note had been clear—he had to go himself.

The unusual request gnawed at him. Was the reward exceptionally valuable? Or was there something else going on?

"Devor? Where are you off to?"

A familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts.

He turned to see Yulin, her presence as commanding as ever. She looked exactly as she had the day they first met—her long black hair flowing down her back, her light blue robes catching the gentle breeze.

"Senior Sister Yulin," Devor greeted her with a slight nod. "I'm heading to the Resource Pavilion to pick up a reward from the sect."

"Why not send Forly like usual?" Yulin asked, tilting her head in curiosity as she moved to stand beside him.

Devor sighed softly. "The note says I have to pick it up myself."

"That's odd," Yulin said, pursing her lips. Then, her expression brightened. "I'm heading there too. Today's the welcoming ceremony for the new disciples, and I've been assigned to show them around the sect."

"New disciples?" Devor asked, his interest piqued.

Every five years, the Azure Sky Sect took in new recruits, typically between the ages of 10 and 30. The older the candidate, the stricter the acceptance standards.

"You should come with me," Yulin suggested, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. "It's a good opportunity to get familiar with the sect's layout. You've been here for years, and yet..." She raised an eyebrow and gave him a teasing look. "Do you even know where the Formation Hall, Alchemy Hall, or Forging Hall are?"

Devor opened his mouth to reply but paused, realizing he couldn't actually answer.

"Exactly!" Yulin said, feigning frustration. "Three whole years in the sect, and you don't even know where the major halls are or what they're for!"

Devor scratched the back of his neck, feeling sheepish. He had spent most of his time in the Spiritual Garden, focused on his work and cultivation.

"Look, it's a good idea to explore a bit," Yulin insisted, her tone lighter now. "There's more to Azure Sky than just this garden."

After a moment of hesitation, Devor sighed and reluctantly nodded. "Alright, Senior. I'll come with you."

Yulin's face lit up with a smile. "Great! We'll get there quickly on my flying sword—"

Before she could finish, Devor took off down the path, sprinting as fast as he could.

"Wait! Devor!" Yulin called out, frustration creeping into her voice. "You're a cultivator and a true disciple now! Stop running from flying swords!"

But Devor didn't slow down. He disappeared into the distance, his pace frantic as if fleeing a fierce beast.

Yulin pouted, crossing her arms. With a huff, she floated into the air and, sighing, zipped after him, muttering to herself, "He'll have to get used to it eventually."

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At the Resource Pavilion

Devor arrived at the Resource Pavilion, a grand building that radiated power and wealth. He handed his Jade Token to the elder at the counter, who, with a nod, passed him a Spatial Ring.

Devor held the ring in his hand, focusing his Spiritual Sense to inspect it. The internal space was vast—about ten cubic meters, far larger than the small size-reducing pouches he usually used.

Inside the ring were ten sleek black boxes, each containing a Sky-Grade Spiritual Seed.

The sect had originally planned to reward Devor with partially grown Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants—plants that only needed to be transplanted into his garden.

But Devor had asked for something different. "Elder Sorin," he had said during their earlier conversation, "I'm not sure I can properly care for fully developed Sky-Grade plants. Could I please have seeds instead?"

The elder had agreed, impressed by Devor's honesty. The seeds were a safer choice for the sect, and they would allow Devor to develop his skills at his own pace.

Now, as Devor held the Spatial Ring, a mix of excitement and nervousness stirred inside him. These weren't just any seeds. Growing them would take exceptional skill and precision, but the rewards could be immense.

"I'll need to adjust my cultivation methods... and my schedule," he murmured to himself. "Failure isn't an option."

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Back Outside

When Devor exited the pavilion, he found Yulin waiting for him near a group of decorative plum blossom trees.

"What took you so long?" Yulin teased, crossing her arms.

Devor smiled and held out the Spatial Ring. "The sect gave me something special this time."

Yulin raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A Spatial Ring? Not bad. What's inside?"

"Sky-Grade Spiritual Seeds," Devor said casually, though there was a subtle note of pride in his voice.

"Sky-Grade Seeds?!" Yulin's eyes widened in surprise. "That's... impressive."

Devor gave a light shrug. "The seeds are better suited to my abilities than fully grown plants. I still have a lot to learn."

Yulin studied him for a moment, her expression softening. "You've come a long way in three years, Devor. But don't push yourself too hard. You can't take care of others if you forget to take care of yourself."

Her words hit home, and Devor gave her a small, appreciative smile. "I'll keep that in mind, Senior."

Naturally, Devor had also requested more advanced knowledge on Spiritual Plants, especially regarding the ten seeds now in his possession.

As they walked together along the wide stone path that wound through the heart of the Azure Sky Sect, the bustle of daily life surrounded them. Disciples hurried past, their light blue and white robes fluttering in the morning breeze. Some exchanged brief greetings, while others were absorbed in their own thoughts, their faces set in determined expressions.

The air was crisp, and the sunlight filtered through the tall pine trees lining the path. At the center of the square stood a magnificent statue of a coiling dragon, its body twisting gracefully above a sea of clouds. The dragon's eyes gleamed as though alive, radiating an aura of strength and timeless power. It stood as a proud symbol of the Azure Sky Sect, a constant reminder of its legacy and might.

Before the statue, about a hundred disciples stood in neat, orderly lines. Their expressions varied—some were filled with excitement, others showed signs of nervous anticipation. The air felt charged, as if something important was about to happen.

"Only a hundred new disciples?" Devor asked, casting a curious glance at Yulin.

"The actual number is much higher," Yulin replied, her tone calm and matter-of-fact. "These hundred have passed the entrance trials and been fully accepted into the Sect. The rest are still undergoing tests to determine their status."

"Tests?" Devor's interest sharpened. "What kind of tests?"

Yulin gave a slight smirk, clearly amused by his curiosity. "Do you really think the Azure Sky Sect accepts just anyone? To join a Sect like this, every aspirant has to prove their worth. Even after passing the initial trials, they must still earn their place in the Sect's hierarchy."

She crossed her arms and went on, "There are four main statuses in the Azure Sky Sect: Inner Disciples, Outer Disciples, Nameless Disciples, and Apprentices."

Devor blinked, his brow furrowing in mild confusion. "Why am I only hearing about this now?"

Yulin let out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. "It's basic information. If you'd bothered to visit the Sect Library and read the introductory books, you'd already know this."

Devor shifted uncomfortably, his gaze drifting away as a wave of embarrassment washed over him.

"You've spent so much time in the Spiritual Garden that you've missed out on everything else," Yulin said, her tone carrying a touch of exasperation.

Devor awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, offering an innocent smile.

Yulin shook her head, but a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Alright, let me break it down for you."

She gestured to her own light blue robe. "Inner Disciples wear dark blue robes, while Outer Disciples like us wear these light blue ones. You've probably figured that out already just by looking around."

Devor nodded. That much had been obvious for some time.

"Nameless Disciples, though, wear white robes with unique symbols that represent their contributions to the Sect. Like the six-pointed leaf symbol you wore as a gardener," Yulin explained. "If a disciple's robe has the Dragon symbol, it means the Sect sees great potential in them. It's like a probationary status, for those who are likely to become true disciples."

Devor's eyes lit up as he remembered his early days in the Sect. He had passed through those stages himself, though no one had bothered to explain their meaning at the time.

"And finally," Yulin continued, "there are the Apprentices, who wear plain white robes with no symbols at all. They're at the very bottom of the Sect's hierarchy."

Devor let out a quiet sigh. "So the Sect's structure is a lot more complex than I thought."

"It is," Yulin said, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "And you've climbed through it faster than most. Becoming a true disciple in such a short time is no small achievement."

"I was just lucky," Devor replied, brushing it off modestly.

Yulin raised an eyebrow, studying him intently. It was hard to tell if he was being overly humble or if he truly thought his accomplishments were nothing special.

"You started as an Apprentice with a Five-Color Spiritual Root—the lowest tier of spiritual aptitude. In less than a year, you became a Nameless Disciple. Then, just another year later, you were promoted to a true disciple and accepted as an Outer Disciple of the Azure Sky Sect," Yulin said, her voice a mix of pride and disbelief.

Devor blinked, processing her words. It was only now that he fully grasped how far he'd come.

"Your story's been making the rounds among the Outer Disciples," Yulin added, a warm smile on her face. "A mortal with a weak Spiritual Root who rose to prominence in just a few years. You might not realize it, but your name is well-known—even if you've spent most of your time tucked away in the Spiritual Garden."

Devor raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Known? Me?"

Yulin chuckled softly. "You might not be chasing attention, but your actions have a way of making it follow you."

What neither of them realized, however, was that Devor's accomplishments hadn't just caught the attention of the Outer Disciples. The higher-ups of the Azure Sky Sect, those with far more discerning eyes, had begun to take note of the quiet yet exceptional young cultivator.

Chapter 11 - The Path of Mastery

While walking along the path, Yulin and Devor approached the line of new Azure Sky Sect disciples.

Devor's eyes immediately landed on Wulin, someone he'd met before, standing with three others—two men and a woman—none of whom he recognized.

"Devor? You're here too?" Wulin asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced from Devor to Yulin, who strolled up with Devor trailing behind.

Yulin gave a slight shrug, a faint smile playing on her lips. "He's been around for a while, but in some ways, he's still like a new disciple."

Wulin chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. He turned to Devor and offered a friendly nod, his expression calm as ever.

Devor returned the gesture with a small bow, keeping his demeanor respectful.

The three senior disciples, noticing the interaction, turned their curious gazes on Devor. His name seemed familiar, though none of them spoke.

Feeling the weight of their attention, Devor shifted uncomfortably. The sight of nearly a hundred new disciples lined up neatly in rows, with him standing awkwardly among the senior disciples, made him feel out of place.

"Should I join the line?" Devor asked quietly, his voice carrying a hint of unease.

Yulin waved him off. "No need. This is just a formality for the newcomers."

After a brief exchange among the senior disciples, Wulin stepped forward. His calm but commanding presence drew the attention of the gathered recruits.

When Wulin began to speak, his voice carried effortlessly across the square, clear and commanding. His tone was steady, radiating confidence as he addressed the assembled disciples.

"Welcome to the Azure Sky Sect," he began, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Here, you'll learn more than just cultivation techniques. You'll study Alchemy, Forging, Formations, and other disciplines, refining not only your strength but also your understanding of the Dao."

The new disciples listened intently, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Wulin continued, emphasizing the Sect's commitment to well-rounded development, blending physical cultivation with intellectual growth. "True power," he declared, "doesn't just come from strong spiritual energy. It comes from a clear mind and a deep understanding of the world around you."

He went on to outline the Sect's policies. "At the Azure Sky Sect, we value individual growth. For those interested in Alchemy, any Pills you refine beyond the monthly quota are yours to keep. You can use them for your own cultivation or trade them with your fellow disciples. This freedom is a testament to our support for your advancement."

Devor listened thoughtfully, the words resonating with his own experience. As the caretaker of the Spiritual Garden, the Sect had granted him a personal plot of 200 square meters to cultivate plants of his choice, as long as he met his monthly quotas.

Wulin stressed the importance of relationships within the Sect. "Building strong connections here is crucial. Cooperation and camaraderie don't just strengthen individuals—they fortify the unity of our Azure Sky Sect. This harmony is the foundation of our strength."

Devor, however, found his attention starting to drift as Wulin's speech became repetitive. His gaze wandered to the line of new disciples.

At the front of the crowd, four individuals immediately stood out. Unlike the others clad in light blue robes, signifying their status as Outer Disciples, these four wore dark blue robes, marking them as Inner Disciples.

Devor's curiosity was piqued. Becoming an Inner Disciple right upon entering the Sect was a rare accomplishment. Intrigued, he decided to take a closer look, activating his Attribute Analyzer ability.

A translucent interface appeared in his vision, zeroing in on the girl at the far left of the group.

[ Name: ??? ]

[ Gender: Female ]

[ Age: 14/135 ]

[ Cultivation: Stage-4 Qi Refining ]

[ Spiritual Energy: 843 ]

Devor raised an eyebrow, his mind racing. "She's only at Stage-4 Qi Refining, one level below me, but her Spiritual Energy is higher?"

It was an unusual discrepancy. Typically, a higher cultivation stage came with greater Spiritual Energy reserves. Devor couldn't help but wonder what kind of Spiritual Root or cultivation technique she possessed to achieve such an impressive result.

A gentle nudge from Yulin pulled Devor out of his thoughts. She leaned in slightly, her voice laced with amusement. "Curious, aren't you?"

Devor offered a faint smile, neither confirming nor denying it.

"They're not exactly ordinary," Yulin continued, her tone playful. "With their families backing them, it's no surprise their Cultivation foundations are so strong."

Devor nodded, processing the information. If she came from a powerful family, it would explain her impressive spiritual energy and the air of authority she carried.

Sensing his growing curiosity, Yulin added, "The Azure Sky Sect doesn't care about your background, but those from influential families definitely have certain advantages. Don't let it bother you."

Devor exhaled quietly, pushing down the competitive spark that had flared inside him. "I get it. Talent and resources matter, but hard work and persistence can bridge the gap."

Yulin's smile softened, clearly pleased with his response.

Devor's gaze lingered on the girl with short black hair that just brushed her shoulders. Her striking beauty was hard to ignore, captivating enough to tempt anyone into stealing a longer glance.

Devor's attention soon shifted to the group as a whole. Activating his Attribute Analyzer, he examined their cultivation attributes. Each of the four Inner Disciples surpassed him in terms of Spiritual Energy.

What shocked him the most was the young man standing calmly among them.

The boy, around 15 years old, was at Stage-5 Qi Refining, the same level as Devor. Yet his Spiritual Energy was an astonishing 1,500—double Devor's own.

"No wonder they were made Inner Disciples right away," Devor thought, stifling a sigh. Each one of them is exceptional.

After Wulin's long and somewhat monotonous speech, the senior disciples led the new recruits on a tour of the Sect.

They visited the Alchemy Hall, the Forging Hall, and even the Farmer Hall, each bustling with activity and filled with the rich scents of incense, herbs, and the faint hum of Spiritual Qi.

At each stop, Yulin explained how the new disciples could study disciplines like Alchemy and Forging. She also pointed out the Mission Hall, where they could take on tasks or assist other disciples in exchange for wages or contribution points.

As the tour went on, Devor remained respectfully quiet, absorbing the information while letting his thoughts wander. But when they arrived at the Cultivation Hall, his interest sharpened.

The Cultivation Hall was an expansive structure surrounded by wide training fields. Inside, disciples practiced various techniques, their movements fluid yet powerful. Streams of Spiritual Energy danced in the air, leaving glowing trails as the cultivators honed their skills.

"In the Cultivation Hall," Yulin began, "you can study a wide range of Cultivation Techniques. For martial techniques, however, you'll need to visit the Martial Hall."

A young disciple hesitantly raised his hand. "Can we learn any Cultivation Technique we want here?"

Yulin nodded. "Each new disciple is granted one free quota to learn a Cultivation Technique of their choice," she explained. "After that, you'll need to use contribution points to access more techniques."

Another disciple, a young girl, spoke up next. "Where does the Sect get all these techniques?"

Yulin's lips curved into a faint smile. "Good question. Many of the techniques come from ancient ruins or were acquired as spoils of war."

The mention of war made several disciples shift uneasily, their expressions flickering between awe and apprehension.

"But not all techniques come from such sources," Yulin continued, her tone softening. "Over the generations, many disciples of the Sect have created their own techniques. When they contribute these creations to the Sect, they're rewarded with contribution points or equivalent goods."

Devor's eyes narrowed in thought. The idea of creating a Cultivation Technique intrigued him. After a moment of hesitation, he raised his hand, mimicking the respectful etiquette of the other disciples.

Yulin noticed his raised hand and arched an eyebrow, mildly surprised. "What is it, Junior?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Ignoring the "Junior" remark, Devor asked seriously, "Creating a Cultivation Technique is incredibly dangerous. How did past disciples manage to create techniques from scratch without... dying?"

Yulin's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a more solemn expression. "You're right—creating a new Cultivation Technique is risky and can indeed lead to death if approached recklessly," she said. "I can't give you a detailed answer. If you're serious about learning more, you'll need to use your contribution points to meet the Cultivation Hall Master. He's the expert on these matters."

Devor's eyes lit up at her suggestion. "Thank you, Senior Sister!" he said, bowing deeply, his gratitude genuine.

Before Yulin could respond, Devor turned on his heel and began striding toward the entrance of the Cultivation Hall, his excitement evident in his quick steps.

"Wait!" Yulin called out, her tone edged with exasperation. "Where do you think you're going?"

Devor paused, turning back to face her. "To meet the Cultivation Hall Master, of course," he replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Yulin sighed, rubbing her temple. "You can do that later. The tour isn't over yet."

Realizing his mistake, Devor stopped, nodded apologetically, and returned to the group.

As he rejoined the line, Yulin felt an unexpected sense of relief. For some reason, seeing Devor follow her instructions brought her a surprising amount of satisfaction. She smirked inwardly, wondering if teasing him like this might become a habit.

Oblivious to her thoughts, Devor refocused on the tour, already planning how he would use his contribution points to uncover the mysteries of creating Cultivation Techniques.

Chapter 12 - The Path Unfolds

In just two hours, Devor had explored almost every corner of the Outer Disciples' facilities. The grand halls, tranquil meditation gardens, and corridors lined with intricate murals telling the sect's storied history left him in awe. Every part of the Azure Sky Sect seemed to pulse with life, steeped in a legacy that extended far deeper into the Cultivation World than Devor had ever dreamed.

Still, beneath his admiration, a twinge of envy stirred. The privileges of the Inner Disciples were impossible to ignore—cultivation grounds brimming with dense spiritual energy, access to advanced techniques, and generous monthly stipends. In contrast, the Outer Disciples' resources seemed modest at best.

Devor followed behind Wulin and Yulin as they led the group, occasionally breaking away to chat with the other three guides. Their conversations about Spiritual Plants and daily life in the sect gradually softened the formal atmosphere, creating a sense of camaraderie. Without realizing it, Devor's casual exchanges were building connections that might lead to valuable collaborations down the line.

As he listened to the stories of the sect's history, Devor's respect for the Azure Sky Sect deepened. What had once been just a name—a "great sect" he'd heard about—now felt real and awe-inspiring. He began to understand the immense scope of its influence, far beyond anything he'd imagined in his mortal life.

But while he was lost in the lessons, captivated by the grandeur of it all, Devor didn't notice the quiet attention he was beginning to attract.

Monny stood at the edge of the group, her calm, captivating face framed by shoulder-length black hair. There was a quiet authority in her demeanor, her gaze resting on Devor's back. Her expression was unreadable, her thoughts flickering beneath the surface.

"What are you staring at?" A sharp, cynical voice cut through her focus.

Monny turned slightly, meeting the eyes of Sugu, another Inner Disciple dressed in the same dark blue robes. His voice dripped with disdain. "Why waste your time on him? He's just an Outer Disciple—not worth your attention."

Her serene expression hardened, turning icy. "That's none of your concern," she replied coolly. Her voice carried a subtle chill as she added, "And remember—you're not worthy to speak to me like that."

Sugu's face darkened for a moment before he recovered, a smug grin creeping back. "Your vision is too narrow," he sneered. "Just like mortals can't compare to cultivators, we shouldn't bother with Outer Disciples. Their potential is limited."

Monny's brow furrowed in irritation. "As narrow-minded as ever," she said, her tone sharp. "Do you really think an Outer Disciple at the Qi Refining stage could earn the respect of a Foundation Building cultivator without merit?"

Her words alluded to the interactions between Devor and the guides—Wulin, Yulin, and the others. For anyone paying attention, their easy camaraderie with Devor was hard to miss.

Sugu scoffed, waving her off. "Please. It's simple—they're all Outer Disciples. The weak naturally stick together."

Monny's sharp gaze pierced him. "Without your family's influence, do you really think you would've taken first place in this year's recruitment?"

Her words struck like a hammer, and Sugu's jaw tightened, his pride wounded. He forced a smug smile, masking his irritation. "I'm the most talented in my family. Even with the same support, no one else could reach my level."

Monny snorted in disdain and turned on her heel, walking away without another word.

Sugu stood frozen, his fists clenched as he watched her retreating figure. Fury simmered beneath his composed exterior.

"That woman," he thought, "her talent is extraordinary. Once she hits the Foundation Building Realm, her potential will be unmatched."

His gaze shifted to Devor, who was still engrossed in conversation with the guides.

"And you..." Sugu's expression darkened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Don't even think about getting close to Monny."

In Sugu's mind, Monny was already destined to be his Dao Companion. The Dual Cultivation Technique passed down through his family required a partner with a rare spiritual root to unlock its full potential, and Monny's exceptional talent made her the perfect candidate. If he succeeded, Sugu was confident he could surpass even the greatest cultivators of his lineage.

To him, Monny wasn't just a person—she was a key to unimaginable power.

Meanwhile, Devor remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him. Even if someone had warned him, he would have been baffled by how or why he had become entangled in the ambitions of Monny and Sugu—a conflict he never intended to be part of.

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, warm shadows across the Azure Sky Sect, the tour for the new disciples came to an end. One by one, the disciples retired to their quarters, their minds buzzing with the sights and lessons of the day.

Devor, however, lingered. His steps carried him back to the Spiritual Garden, where the golden light bathed the sect's grounds in a tranquil glow. He walked slowly, savoring the peacefulness of the moment.

Unbeknownst to him, Yulin had been watching his every move. A mischievous smile played on her lips, hinting at the trouble she was about to stir.

As Devor strolled, lost in the serenity of the evening, a familiar sense of unease began to creep over him. The ground beneath his feet seemed to shift, and before he could react, he was suddenly yanked into the air. His legs were bound tightly to a flying sword that shot upward at an alarming speed.

"AAAAAAAHHH!"

His scream pierced the quiet sunset, but it was quickly swallowed by the rushing wind and the pounding of his heart. His face went pale as he clutched desperately at the invisible force holding him aloft. There was no doubt in his mind who was behind this.

"Yulin!"

Behind him, Yulin's laughter rang out, bright and carefree, as she soared gracefully on her own flying sword, thoroughly enjoying his panic.

Over the past few years, Yulin had honed her mastery of flying swords, reaching the rare skill of programming their movements automatically—a feat that few cultivators could claim. She took full advantage of this talent, much to Devor's ongoing frustration.

Below, the remaining disciples in the main square stared in wide-eyed amazement. Devor's frantic flailing as he soared through the air, accompanied by Yulin's gleeful laughter, left them speechless.

Even Wulin, usually composed and observant, was momentarily stunned. He paused mid-step, torn between stepping in or letting the spectacle run its course.

Within moments, the two figures vanished into the horizon, their silhouettes fading into the vibrant hues of the setting sun.

Several minutes later, Devor found himself sitting on the soft grass outside the Spiritual Garden's entrance, utterly exhausted. His body slumped, and his expression was a mix of disbelief and resignation.

Beside him, the flying sword lay discarded, as if mocking him. A bitter smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Senior Sister Yulin... why do you enjoy torturing me so much?" he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.

Moments later, Yulin landed gracefully beside him, dismounting her flying sword with effortless ease. Her face lit up with a cheerful grin, brighter than the setting sun.

"Come on, Devor!" she chirped, picking up the sword he had been strapped to. "The journey ahead is still long—don't lose heart!"

Without waiting for a response, Yulin strolled into the Spiritual Garden, leaving Devor to glare after her in weary resignation.

As she disappeared into the distance, Devor let out a heavy sigh. "I really need to learn some combat techniques... or at least figure out how to dodge her flying sword experiments," he muttered under his breath.

He took a deep, steadying breath, calming his racing thoughts, and pushed himself to his feet. With a resigned shake of his head, he followed her into the Spiritual Garden.

Inside, Forly approached him, ledger in hand, his usual professional demeanor intact. Still, the slight twitch in his brow betrayed his surprise at Devor's pale and slightly disheveled appearance.

"Senior, are you alright?" Forly asked cautiously, choosing his words carefully.

Devor waved off the concern with a tired smile. "Just give me the daily report."

Forly nodded and began his update, detailing the garden's current state and the tasks the apprentices had completed under Devor's supervision. Though curiosity flickered in his eyes, he refrained from pressing further about Devor's condition, focusing instead on his duties.

After reviewing the report, Devor gave a few instructions. "Gather the apprentices for their next lesson," he said, his voice steady despite his fatigue.

By the time the sun had set and twilight faded into the quiet of night, Devor had finished his duties. The apprentices dispersed after their lesson, leaving the garden peaceful once more.

Devor sat cross-legged in his private cultivation space, the cool night air brushing against his face. As he closed his eyes and began to circulate his spiritual energy, a stray thought surfaced.

Cultivation Hall...

He opened his eyes, recalling the guide's earlier explanation about meeting the Hall Master to refine techniques. It felt like the right time to take that next step in his cultivation journey.

Without hesitation, Devor stood, deciding to head to the Cultivation Hall, even if it meant traveling there on foot.

The path to the Cultivation Hall was peaceful at night, though the Sect remained a hub of quiet activity. Disciples moved about, some finishing tasks, others practicing under the soft glow of the moonlight.

When Devor reached the grand doors of the Cultivation Hall, he approached the receptionist, a sharp-eyed woman with a kind, composed demeanor, and made his request to meet the Hall Master.

The receptionist checked Devor's credentials and nodded. "The Hall Master has agreed to meet with you tomorrow. Please return at sunrise."

Devor cupped his fists respectfully. "Thank you."

As he left the hall, anticipation settled in his chest. This wasn't just another meeting—it was a turning point in his journey. With the contribution points he had painstakingly earned, he was ready to invest in refining his technique, knowing it could make all the difference in his path forward.

As Devor made his way back to the Spiritual Garden, he glanced up at the night sky. The stars shimmered above, each one like a distant promise of a brighter future.

"This is it," he mused, his thoughts steady and resolute. "Tomorrow marks the next step in mastering my path."

Chapter 13 - Foundations of Creation

That night, Devor lay in his modest hut, the stillness of the Spiritual Garden wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. The cold night air whispered through the wooden gaps, but the garden's serene presence kept his sleep peaceful and undisturbed.

At dawn, the sky blossomed with soft reds and oranges. Devor stirred, his eyes fluttering open to the gentle light filtering through the cracks. He sat up slowly, stretching and breathing in the crisp, invigorating air.

Stepping outside, he made his way to a secluded corner of the garden to bathe.

A tranquil pool glistened beside an ancient wooden bathhouse, its surface reflecting the golden morning rays. The bathhouse, built from the sturdy wood of age-old trees, blended seamlessly into the natural landscape. The soft murmur of water and the rustling leaves created a symphony of peace and quiet.

After his bath, Devor returned to his hut and slipped into a light blue robe, its silky fabric gleaming softly in the morning light. These robes, gifts from the Sect, symbolized the simplicity and devotion of a disciple on the path to mastery, a reminder of the journey ahead.

Feeling refreshed and ready, Devor headed toward the garden's exit, his mind set on meeting the Cultivation Hall Master.

As he passed by, Forly and the others paused in their work, their curiosity evident. It was rare to see Devor so energized in the early hours, and even more unusual to see him leaving the garden.

The Sect's grounds were unusually quiet that morning, a stark contrast to the usual hustle and bustle of the night. The stillness carried an almost eerie quality, but to Devor, it was a welcome peace.

After a steady ten-minute walk, he reached the Cultivation Hall.

The hall stood tall, a grand seven-story structure that spoke volumes of the Sect's long and storied past. Its walls were decorated with intricate carvings of dragons and phoenixes—symbols of power and wisdom.

Devor stepped inside and approached the front desk, greeting the receptionist with a respectful bow and cupped fists.

The receptionist, a sharp-eyed woman with a no-nonsense demeanor, raised an eyebrow. "You're early. Your meeting isn't for another four hours," she remarked.

Devor nodded calmly. "That's fine. I'll wait here and use the time to read."

She gave a slight nod and gestured toward the rows of bookshelves lining the hall.

Devor walked over, scanning the shelves before picking out a familiar book on basic cultivation techniques. It was the same volume Elder Sorin had given him years ago, and yet, he felt drawn to its teachings once more.

Settling into a quiet corner, Devor sat cross-legged, the book resting in his lap. He alternated between reading and meditating, employing his Ultimate Synthesis ability to deepen his understanding. His progress was gradual—mastering only a few finer points each week—but he knew the slow, deliberate effort would yield lasting results.

Time slipped away, and three hours later, the receptionist approached, her voice breaking his focus.

"Master Nie is available now," she informed him, her tone brisk yet respectful.

Devor rose smoothly, giving her a polite nod. "Thank you."

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The third floor of the Cultivation Hall was a maze of rooms, each serving a distinct purpose. Following the receptionist's directions, Devor navigated the winding corridors until he arrived at the Technique Discussion Room, where the Hall Master awaited.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, the soft glow of spiritual lamps casting gentle shadows across the walls. In the center, seated cross-legged, was a man whose calm demeanor radiated authority.

Master Nie embodied elegance and control. His smooth, unblemished face exuded a quiet strength, and his long black hair, adorned with a delicate golden ornament, shimmered faintly in the dim light.

"You're the Qi Refining disciple from the Spiritual Garden," Master Nie said, his voice steady and commanding, yet unhurried.

Devor cupped his fists and bowed deeply. "Devor Li greets Master Nie."

Master Nie gestured for him to sit. "You've spent a considerable amount of contribution points to secure this meeting. Usually, only Foundation Building disciples or higher seek my counsel. For someone at your level, this is rare."

Devor settled into a cross-legged position across from the Hall Master, nodding. "The Spiritual Garden tasks provide a steady stream of contribution points, Master. I believed this meeting to be a worthwhile investment."

Master Nie's lips curved into a faint smile. "A practical mindset for someone so young. I admire that."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady. "I'll grant you an additional hour for this discussion. Make the most of it."

Devor's eyes lit up. "Thank you, Master Nie."

Master Nie offered another faint smile. To him, Devor's curiosity seemed straightforward, unlikely to delve into anything too complex. Since Devor had shown genuine interest and made a significant investment of contribution points, Master Nie saw no reason to decline the request. The extra hour was a fair exchange for the young disciple's earnest dedication.

"So, what is it you wish to ask?" Master Nie's voice was calm and resonant, like a gentle breeze rustling through leaves.

Devor took a deep breath, his expression serious. "I want to know: how does a cultivator create their own Cultivation Technique? Isn't the process like gambling with their life? Unless… they experiment on another cultivator," he said, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity.

Master Nie tilted his head slightly, encouraging Devor to continue.

"And another question," Devor added, leaning in, "how were Cultivation Techniques for realms like Foundation Building developed during the early days of the Cultivation Era? Did our ancestors rely solely on guesswork and luck?"

A faint smile crossed Master Nie's face, a blend of wisdom and understanding reflected in his expression.

"Indeed, in the early days of the Cultivation Era, our predecessors didn't have the refined knowledge we do now," he began, his tone calm and measured. "But they weren't blindly gambling with their lives. Only after reaching the Foundation Building Realm could they attempt to create techniques suited for that stage. Progress was slow and fraught with danger."

Devor furrowed his brows. "But if someone creates a Cultivation Technique for Qi Refining, how do they then break through to the Foundation Building Realm? Wouldn't they need to design a completely new technique for that stage?"

Master Nie shook his head slightly, his gaze steady and patient. "Your understanding is incomplete, Devor," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "A Qi Refining Technique is meant to guide you to the threshold of Foundation Building. Once you reach that threshold, the Qi Refining Technique has served its purpose. It's a stepping stone, not a chain holding you back."

Devor's frown deepened as he pondered the explanation. "But… my current technique suggests that when I reach the peak of Qi Refining, I need to switch to a Foundation Building Technique. Isn't that the proper path?"

"For comprehensive techniques designed to span multiple realms, yes," Master Nie replied, his tone sharpening slightly. "However, in the early days of cultivation, most practitioners only had access to Qi Refining Techniques. Despite the immense challenges and risks, they managed to ascend to the Foundation Building Realm. It was neither safe nor efficient, but it was possible."

Devor fell silent, turning the new information over in his mind. He studied Master Nie, searching for certainty in the man's composed demeanor. The room seemed charged with an unspoken understanding, a depth of knowledge Devor was only beginning to glimpse.

"So…" Devor spoke carefully, "if I wanted to create a Cultivation Technique, does that mean I can only create a Qi Refining Technique for now?"

Master Nie nodded. "That would be the most prudent approach at your level. With a strong foundational understanding, you could try to develop a technique for higher realms, but the chances of success would be extremely low and fraught with danger. It's wiser to start with what's within your current reach and refine it gradually."

Devor nodded, though a shadow of doubt still lingered in his thoughts.

Sensing his hesitation, Master Nie offered a gentle smile. "Consider this: look around this room. Use the Cultivation Hall itself as a metaphor for understanding the creation of Cultivation Techniques."

Devor's eyes lit up slightly as he began to observe the room more closely.

The walls were adorned with intricate carvings that told the sect's storied history. Each pillar seemed to resonate with ancient energy, and the circular design of the room radiated a sense of balance and harmony.

His gaze lingered on the carvings, absorbing their meaning, before turning back to Master Nie, a spark of realization dawning on his face.

"Master, are you saying this building... the Cultivation Hall itself holds hidden insights into creating techniques? Is it meant to symbolize the process of refinement?" Devor asked, his voice tinged with awe.

Master Nie paused for a moment, momentarily caught off guard.

That wasn't what he had meant at all!

He had simply intended for Devor to reflect on the hall's structure as a metaphor for the importance of strong foundations in technique creation. Yet, Devor had taken his words quite literally.

Still, Master Nie couldn't help but admire the young disciple's unique interpretation.

A soft chuckle escaped him, his serene demeanor returning. "Not exactly what I meant, but your interpretation has its own merit. Perhaps the Cultivation Hall holds more wisdom than even I realized."

Internally, Master Nie pondered the idea. "Maybe I should discuss this with the Sect Master—consider a renovation that could turn this hall into a more effective teaching tool," he mused, thinking about how Devor's unexpected observation could benefit future disciples.

Meanwhile, Devor sat cross-legged, lost in thought. Although he had misunderstood the original point, his perspective had sparked a new line of inquiry for him to explore.

Master Nie watched him closely, intrigued by the young disciple's curious and imaginative mind.

Chapter 14 -The Architecture of Cultivation

Master Nie coughed softly, a brief flash of discomfort passing across his usually composed expression.

"Tell me," he began, his voice steady yet carrying an unspoken weight, "how many floors does this building have?"

"Seven floors," Devor answered, brow furrowed in thought.

Master Nie nodded, pleased. "Good. Now, think of this: the first floor represents the Qi Refining Realm, and the Cultivation Technique is what fills it. So tell me, Devor—how would you know what's on the second floor if you haven't stepped onto it?"

Devor hesitated, considering the question. "I guess I'd have to go up to the second floor to see it."

"Exactly," Master Nie said with a slight smile. "The second floor is like the Foundation Building Realm. If you only have the first floor in place, how can you know what lies beyond it? Without a solid foundation, you can't build anything above it."

A spark of understanding flickered in Devor's eyes as the pieces began to fall into place.

Master Nie paused, his gaze sharp and unwavering. "When building the first floor, you must ensure it's strong enough to hold up the second. And when you finally start on that second floor, its design has to align perfectly with the first. If they don't work together, the whole structure could collapse."

Devor's heart raced as understanding slowly began to settle in. It felt as though the fog that had clouded his thoughts for so long was finally starting to clear.

"Cultivation works the same way," Master Nie continued, his voice strong and certain. "It's a process that unfolds step by step, like building a structure one floor at a time. Focus on perfecting the first floor—the Qi Refining Realm. Don't worry about the second, third, or any other floors for now. Once the first floor is solid, the path to the next steps will become clear."

In that instant, the mental fog that had clouded Devor's thinking lifted completely.

He realized how misguided his approach to cultivation had been. He had been trying to merge the Qi Refining Realm with the more advanced stages, like Golden Core, trying to harmonize with realms far beyond where he currently stood.

Master Nie's words had shown him the truth: he had been skipping the basics. How could he even begin to imagine the higher floors when the first wasn't built properly?

Devor's confusion melted away, replaced by a sharp sense of clarity.

He turned to Master Nie, his heart filled with deep gratitude and respect. In a single conversation, the Hall Master had untangled the knots in his mind, pointing him in the right direction.

Steeling himself, Devor realized how precious this moment was. Time was short, and he needed to make the most of the opportunity before him.

"Master Nie," Devor asked cautiously, "what happens if someone changes their Cultivation Technique between realms? For example, if they start with a Fire Cultivation Technique during Qi Refining and then switch to a Phoenix Cultivation Technique in Foundation Building? Both are fire-based, but their essences are completely different."

Master Nie's face turned serious. With a swift motion, he raised his hand, and a mist-like energy flowed from his palm, forming a small, ethereal building suspended in the air.

"This," he said, pointing to the structure, "represents the first floor."

The building was simple—modest in size but sturdy.

"And now, the second floor," Master Nie continued, as another layer materialized above the first.

This second floor was massive, easily four times the size of the first.

Master Nie looked at Devor, his gaze steady. "In this situation, there are two possible outcomes. First, the first floor might collapse under the weight of the second. Second, the first floor might hold up for a while, but the strain will eventually be too much. If you try to build a third floor on top, the whole structure will crumble—and in Cultivation, that collapse can be deadly."

Devor watched in awe as the two-story building trembled, then shattered into mist.

A deep sigh escaped him as he absorbed the lesson. Master Nie's analogy was so vivid, so clear. He had made the risks of mismatched Cultivation Techniques impossible to ignore.

"Do you understand now?" Master Nie asked, his voice firm yet encouraging.

"Yes, Master," Devor replied, nodding. The confusion that had clouded his mind earlier now felt like a distant memory, replaced by a clear sense of direction.

"Then, if someone wants to change their Cultivation Technique, what should they do?" Devor asked, his tone serious, curiosity shining through.

"Well," Master Nie said thoughtfully, "if you wish to switch Techniques, you would need to renovate the first floor to match the new Technique—assuming it's a stronger one." His voice remained steady. "Renovation isn't an easy process. The result will never be as smooth or stable as the original foundation. But if done carefully, you can gradually replace the old structure, piece by piece, until it's completely transformed. Only then can the change be considered safe."

Devor absorbed the information eagerly, his body subtly shifting as his excitement grew.

Master Nie's expression softened as he added, "Creating a new Cultivation Technique is dangerous and incredibly complex. It's not something you should rush into. Save those ambitions for the future."

"I don't intend to create a Technique, Master Nie," Devor said, his voice calm but resolute.

Master Nie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Then why ask about it?"

Devor hesitated for a moment, then chose his words carefully. "Have you heard of the Essence of Nature Technique, Master?"

"A Cultivation Technique that absorbs energy from Spiritual Plants?" Master Nie guessed, his tone steady and confident. It made sense; few Techniques had such a name.

"That's right," Devor nodded. "I want to refine it, make it more suited to me. That's why I asked about creating Cultivation Techniques. In many ways, perfection and creation are two sides of the same coin."

Master Nie's brow furrowed with concern. "Perfecting a Cultivation Technique is no small feat, especially one as unusual as yours. Techniques involving Spiritual Plants are inherently dangerous. There's always the risk of poisoning yourself."

Devor nodded solemnly. "I understand the risks. But given my poor Cultivation talent, I don't have much choice. Without refinement, my potential will be capped at the Foundation Building Realm."

Master Nie paused for a long moment, studying Devor. He knew the young man's Five-Color Spiritual Root well—a trait known for severely limiting long-term potential. Devor's decision was bold, maybe even reckless, but there was something admirable in his determination to challenge his fate.

"Very well," Master Nie said quietly, a hint of approval in his voice. "Tell me, what kind of perfection are you aiming for with this Technique? I will guide you in this, but be warned: do not take any reckless actions moving forward."

Devor's face brightened with gratitude. "Thank you, Master Nie! I've made some progress in refining the Technique, though it's far from perfect."

"Oh?" Master Nie leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "What changes have you made so far?"

Master Nie had assumed Devor had simply made minor adjustments to the Technique, perhaps tweaking it to improve its compatibility. But what Devor said next caught him off guard.

"I have the Five-Color Spiritual Root," Devor explained, his voice steady but filled with conviction. "So, I reworked the core structure of the Cultivation Technique to align with the five elements of my Spiritual Root. Since the Fire Element makes up 32%, I adjusted the absorption ratios to highlight its dominance while keeping balance with the other elements."

Devor went on to explain how each of the five elements—Fire, Earth, Water, Wind, and Metal—was represented in varying percentages in his root. He described, in meticulous detail, how he'd harmonized the absorption properties of the Essence of Nature Technique with the unique composition of his Spiritual Root.

At first, Master Nie's expression remained neutral, a slight smile still present as he listened to Devor's passionate explanation. But as Devor continued, the smile faded. His brows furrowed, and his gaze sharpened, as though he were trying to piece together a complex puzzle.

Devor spoke with such precision, detailing adjustments not only to the Technique's Qi flow but also to its elemental cycling, feedback loops, and its resonance with external Spiritual Plant energy. The depth of his alterations was staggering, far beyond what Master Nie had expected.

By the time Devor finished, Master Nie sat frozen, his expression a mix of disbelief and awe.

When discussing Cultivation Techniques with his disciples or peers, Master Nie usually relied on the metaphor of a building's floors. Conversations were typically centered around broad principles—structural integrity, alignment, and balance.

But Devor's insights went far deeper.

It was as if Devor hadn't just asked about the structure of the building, but about the specific type of wood used, the metal composition of the nails, and even the direction of the grain in the floorboards. And what Devor had shared was just the surface; Master Nie suspected there were even more intricate details the young cultivator had yet to reveal.

This conversation was entirely off track. Something was wrong—deeply wrong! Qi Refining cultivators shouldn't be discussing this at all!

Chapter 153 - 6-14

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