Ten days had passed swiftly, and the spiritual liquid in the pool was now almost completely depleted.
The remaining liquid was fully absorbed by Leng Yanran within half an hour.
Only then did she slowly open her eyes.
"Whoo—" Exhaling a deep breath, Leng Yanran felt her cultivation level and was utterly astonished by what she sensed.
"In such a short time, I actually broke through to the seventh layer of the Profound Sky Realm?!"
"Then again, using up such a large pool of spiritual liquid to gain five layers... that doesn't seem unreasonable…"
After the initial shock, she glanced at the now empty pool and couldn't help but chuckle wryly.
Little did she know that if it hadn't been for the high consumption of her Chaos Celestial Demon Art, this amount of spiritual liquid would have been enough to allow even a Holy Son practicing Heaven-grade cultivation techniques to attempt breaking into the First Layer of the Unity Realm from the second layer of the Profound Sky Realm!
After all, with a cultivation method of mythic-grade, the tremendous power naturally comes with an enormous demand for resources!
She then looked at the now-empty pool; the precious spiritual liquid was gone without a single drop remaining, and she furrowed her brows slightly.
"Using up so much of Master's precious spiritual liquid again… I'm afraid I'll never be able to repay this kindness."
"From now on, my life belongs to Master. If he needs anything, I'm ready to do whatever he asks!"
Leng Yanran made a firm resolve in her heart. However, as her cultivation had concluded, there was no time to linger here. She stood up, intending to dress and report her breakthrough results to her master.
But just as she stood, she absentmindedly brushed through her hair—and then froze.
"Ahh!!!" A piercing scream echoed through the hall, as if Leng Yanran had suffered a terrible shock.
At that moment, Chen Daoxuan, who had been napping, was instantly roused by the scream. Without even opening his eyes, he willed himself to appear in the hall by the hot spring!
"What happened, what's going on?"
"Is there… something wrong...?"
Chen Daoxuan spoke as soon as he appeared, but before he could finish his sentence, he was struck speechless by the scene before him.
Leng Yanran stood there, completely bare, her hands touching her head—or rather, the two horns growing from her head!
Earlier, while brushing her hair, she had accidentally touched the two horns that had somehow grown without her realizing, which had startled her into a scream.
The two stared at each other, and after a brief moment of silence…
"Ahhh!!!"
"Master, why did you suddenly barge in?"
Leng Yanran stiffened under her master's gaze, then let out another surprised cry, her entire body blushing as if she were a boiled shrimp, flustered beyond measure.
"Uh, ahem… I heard you scream, and thought you were in danger."
"Well… um… get dressed, and we'll talk more when you're ready."
Chen Daoxuan cleared his throat, trying to stay calm. He couldn't help glancing one more time before disappearing from the hall with a flash.
Returning to his small pavilion, he unceremoniously wiped away a trickle of nosebleed.
"Sigh, the Primordial Spirit Enlightenment Tea is way too fiery, way too fiery…"
The Primordial Spirit Enlightenment Tea Tree swayed in response, as if to pitifully protest, "It's not me that's fiery! Clearly, it's your eldest disciple!"
In the hall, after Chen Daoxuan left, it took Leng Yanran a long while to regain her composure.
Still, her neck and ears remained red and warm from embarrassment.
"Being seen by Master… doesn't seem all that bad."
"Besides, he only barged in because he was worried about me."
"And his gaze… it didn't make me feel uncomfortable; instead, I almost…"
Thinking back on the scene just now, Leng Yanran felt so ashamed she wanted to crawl into a hole and never face her master again.
Though she was born with natural charm, attracting countless admirers, Leng Yanran had never shown her body to anyone.
Finally, after a long while, she awkwardly finished dressing, carefully replaced the jade vial, and left the hall.
Feeling like a child who had done something wrong, Leng Yanran approached the pavilion with her head down.
In a soft voice, she murmured, "Disciple greets Master."
The atmosphere grew slightly tense, as both of them couldn't help but recall the scene from earlier.
"Uh… did you have any questions during this cultivation?" Chen Daoxuan quickly asked, picking a random topic to break the silence.
"Reporting to Master, I was completely absorbed in enlightenment during this cultivation, and my mind was clear. I encountered no confusion."
"However, I am ashamed that despite using such a large pool of spiritual liquid, I only managed to advance five layers."
Upon hearing his question, Leng Yanran quickly replied.
"Do not belittle yourself," Chen Daoxuan nodded, encouraging her. "The technique I gave you is of the highest mythic-grade. It greatly amplifies your power, but naturally, it requires exponentially more resources."
"Advancing five levels is already impressive."
Chen Daoxuan had already known about her breakthrough from the system prompt, and her achievement had rewarded him with five hundred years of cultivation and five hundred system points.
The cultivation power was automatically added to his own, now placing him at the eighth layer of the Qi Condensation Realm.
"I see… I understand now, Master," Leng Yanran replied thoughtfully. "But why did these two horns suddenly appear on my head…?"
As if remembering, she gently touched her head, feeling the horns.
"There's no need for concern," Chen Daoxuan reassured her. "The Chaos Celestial Demon Art simply activated your latent potential and enhanced your physique."
"With your natural charm and allure, you're well suited to the Path of Enchantresses. If you continue down this path, your potential will be boundless."
"If you find the horns troublesome, I can help you conceal them."
After assessing her, Chen Daoxuan found the horns strikingly suited to her aura—they truly embodied the essence of a 'succubus', which is famous for enchanting other people.
Then, with a thought, he opened her profile for an update on her progress.
[Senior Disciple: Leng Yanran.]
[Race: Demon Clan.]
[Special Physique: Succubus (Elementary).]
[Cultivation Technique: Chaos Celestial Demon Art (First Volume).]
[Talent: Peak Saint-grade]
[Realm: Seventh Layer of Profound Sky Realm]
Her original Saint-grade talent had improved under the effects of the technique and the cleansing elixir, now reaching Peak quality. It wouldn't be long before her potential soared even higher.
She now had an additional "special physique" trait, marking the transformation she'd undergone.
"An enchantresses, is it?"
"Does Master think my horns look nice?" Leng Yanran asked, her cheeks flushed as she lowered her head, nervously pressing her fingers together. "If Master doesn't like them, I'll hide them. But if you do, I'll keep them…"
"Hmm… keep them," Chen Daoxuan replied thoughtfully. "They suit you quite well."
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