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Chapter_283
The gentle cadence of Yvonne’s voice echoed through the halls, crisp and clear, as though the melody had been carefully engineered by the most advanced sound systems. Each note she sang seemed to resonate effortlessly, her voice carrying a rare purity that would have captivated millions of listeners had it been shared online. Her natural talent was undeniable, her performance an effortless act of beauty.
But Nash paid little attention to the music. His thoughts were elsewhere, more focused on the task at hand. Slipping silently into his room, he closed the doors and windows, blocking out the noise that filled the villa. The dimly lit room held a quiet calm, the perfect space for what was to come.
With deliberate care, Nash retrieved the Box of Light from his drawer, its surface gleaming faintly in the low light. He had unlocked the box before, and now, it opened quickly beneath his touch. Inside, there lay the last relic of his family—a golden dragon ring, gleaming with an otherworldly light. He reached for it, his fingers brushing over its surface as he whispered softly, “Tonight, I’ll pay tribute to the ancestors of the Young family in the heavens with the blood of the Green Bamboo Association.”
Slipping the ring onto the middle finger of his right hand, the ring seemed to immediately shrink and tighten, wrapping itself around his finger as though it had a mind of its own. His eyes narrowed, studying the piece with growing suspicion. This isn’t just any ordinary ring, he thought. His instincts told him there was more to this object than met the eye.
To unravel its mystery, Nash attempted to open his Third Eye, hoping to peer into the secrets hidden within the ring. However, a faint golden light surrounded it, forming a barrier that resisted his prying gaze. A frustrated sigh escaped him as he tried to pull the ring off, only to find it stubbornly stuck. The ring was as if bound to his skin, refusing to budge no matter how much force he applied.
His frown deepened as he attempted again, harder this time, the blood vessels in his finger stretching slightly from the strain. But after a moment, he simply gave up. Whatever. Grandpa left it for me anyway, he thought. The matter no longer seemed worth his effort.
With a resigned shrug, he moved to the center of the room, sitting cross-legged on the bed. Nash rarely cultivated these days, his life having been consumed by one chaotic situation after another. Revenge had become his primary focus, and the energy required for serious cultivation had been sparse, the thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth hardly sufficient for his needs.
Yet, the teachings of his master—about the Longevity and Creation Technique—still guided him. He began to circulate his true energy through his body’s major pressure points. As he did, a cyclone of faint white aura materialized in his energy center, just below his navel. With each breath, he pushed the true energy through the Nine-Point Circulation, a process that usually required years of discipline.
Suddenly, the golden dragon ring trembled on his finger. Nash froze, his attention snapping back to the ring. It emitted a strange hum, as if responding to his energy. In that instant, a large cloud of milky white mist burst from the dragon’s head, spiraling around him. His eyes widened. This… this is spiritual energy! The thought came to him with the force of a revelation.
The energy flooding his senses was overwhelming—abundant, pure, and unlike anything he had encountered before. His heart raced, his body instinctively reacting to the spiritual power pouring forth. Without hesitation, Nash activated the Longevity and Creation Technique once more, this time to absorb the spiritual energy. The cyclone in his abdomen spun faster, drawing the energy into him, transforming it into true energy.
As the energy surged through his body, his eight extraordinary meridians seemed to awaken, the flow of power unrestricted for the first time in months. The feeling of stagnation he had long suffered from began to ease, his cultivation inching forward.
The mist surrounding him thickened, forming a cocoon-like shape around his body. Inside, he could hear the faint cracking sounds of his bones adjusting, shifting to accommodate the immense energy flooding him. Then, as the energy coursed through him, a surge of true power rushed from his abdomen to the crown of his head, triggering a thunderous roar within his mind. Nash’s eyes snapped open, his pupils burning with twin flames.
He had reached the peak of the Profound Reality Realm.
At that moment, something else shifted within him. The second stage of the Longevity and Creation Technique became crystal clear in his mind. The technique consisted of nine stages, each one more demanding than the last. The first stage had been about refining and stabilizing true energy, laying a foundation for future growth. Unlike others, Nash needed five times the spiritual energy to cultivate effectively—something that had kept him from advancing for so long. The energy he required was simply not available in the world around him, making his path to power a difficult one.
But now, with the power of the ring and the energy it unleashed, he felt the limitations that had once held him back slipping away. Nash was no longer bound by the thin spiritual energy of the world. For the first time in a long while, he was free to grow, to expand his power. And with this newfound strength, he could now take the next step in his journey—whatever that might be.
But one thing was certain: the Green Bamboo Association was in his sights, and nothing would stop him from exacting his revenge.