Chapter 7

"Will? " Yang Dingtian was startled. "Master, aren't you coming with me?"

"Stay calm, listen to me first." Dongfang Niemie said sternly.

"Yes!" Yang Dingtian's eyes welled up, almost shedding tears.

"In the will, I will tell your master mother to make you the next leader of the Yin-Yang Sect, to pour all the resources of the Yin-Yang Sect into your cultivation, so that you can become a great expert in the universe as soon as possible and take charge of the entire Yin-Yang Sect."

"Also, in the will, I will betroth my daughter to you. Her name is Dongfang Bingling, a few months younger than you. You two are a perfect match. She is my only daughter and my most beloved treasure. You are a good child, smart and capable, and I am very reassured to betroth her to you." Dongfang Niemie smiled.

"But what if she doesn't agree? A man and a woman need to have feelings to be together. What if she already has a man she loves?" Yang Dingtian asked.

Dongfang Niemie didn't speak, but pulled Yang Dingtian's hand, bringing his ring finger close to the flame pendant.

Suddenly, two flames burst from the flame ring, lighting up the flame pendant. A figure gradually appeared on the pendant, projected onto the icy wall.

It was the image of a girl, only ten years old. Despite her young age, she was breathtakingly beautiful, leaving Yang Dingtian breathless. He couldn't believe such beauty existed; it was like a masterpiece of nature.

"This is Xiao Ling from ten years ago, your fiancée. Now, ten years have passed, and I can't even imagine how beautiful she has become. Your master mother is already a beauty of unparalleled charm, but she is even more beautiful." Dongfang Niemie said.

Indeed, the most beautiful woman Yang Dingtian had ever seen was his girlfriend, Li Bijun, but Dongfang Bingling was far more beautiful than Li Bijun.

"I am her father, her world. Everything about her is up to me. She has always listened to me, and she will listen to anything I say. Most importantly, although she is not a Nine Yin body, she is a one-in-a-million Pure Yin body, just like her mother. Where can an ordinary man find such a blessing? Only your Nine Yang body is a perfect match for her. If you two marry, it will greatly benefit your cultivation, harmonizing Yin and Yang, making your progress twice as effective."

"In three years, if she can't find a man with a powerful Mystic Pulse to consummate the marriage, she will be burned alive by the Yin Fire inside her. So, who else would I betroth her to if not you? Now, do you agree to marry my daughter, your junior sister?" Dongfang Niemie asked.

Yang Dingtian's face turned red, and he nodded.

"Ha ha..." Dongfang Niemie said, "This is the happiest day of my life in decades. Not only have I found a once-in-a-century successor, but I have also found a lifelong companion for my daughter. I can die without regrets."

"Ten years ago, I should have died, but I clung to the last thread of life, hoping for a miracle. Who knew that the heavens would truly pity me and bestow you, Yang Dingtian, upon me."

Seeing the abnormal flush on Dongfang Niemie's aged face, Yang Dingtian couldn't help but feel uneasy. "Master."

"Having lived a frail life for ten years, I almost forgot who I used to be, the one who once dominated the world." Dongfang Niemie said to Yang Dingtian, "Good disciple, in this final moment, let me show you the real me, the mighty and awe-inspiring Dongfang Niemie..."

With Dongfang Niemie's final gesture, a blue flame suddenly burst from the old man's body. Instantly, a miracle happened.

Dongfang Niemie's dry, disheveled hair turned black and shiny, fluttering in the air. His withered skin instantly became taut and lustrous. His dull, lifeless eyes suddenly became as bright and piercing as flames.

In an instant, Dongfang Niemie seemed to have aged backward by decades, transforming from a withered old man into a strikingly handsome middle-aged man. Even the tattered robe he wore instantly turned into a magnificent silk robe, with the flame patterns on it coming to life, as if they were about to lick out of the fabric.

This was the true face of Dongfang Niemie, majestic and free-spirited.

"My life force is too weak, so I couldn't teach you any techniques this past year. But I can give you a more precious gift, using my last strength to cleanse your marrow and veins." Dongfang Niemie raised his hands, and suddenly a powerful heat seemed to lift Yang Dingtian, making his entire body float in the air.

"In martial cultivation, the most important thing is to cleanse the veins. I said the human body's tendons and veins are like countless rivers and streams, and the sea of qi in the abdomen is like an ocean. The water from the rivers and streams eventually converges and rushes into the sea. Mystic Qi is like water, and each practice adds a stream to the sea of qi and the tendons and veins. However, like the rivers and streams in this world, they will eventually become clogged and blocked, slowing down your progress until it stops. So, each time you cleanse your marrow and veins, it's like dredging and widening the river, making the flow of qi in the tendons and veins smooth, and the Mystic Force between the sea of qi and the tendons and veins flow freely, making your practice twice as effective and progressing rapidly."

"Today, I will cleanse your veins for you. How many layers I can cleanse depends on your destiny."

With that, a powerful force surged from Dongfang Niemie's palm and injected into the sole of Yang Dingtian's right foot.

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"Ahh, so cold, so hot!" Yang Dingtian almost screamed, but no sound came out.

It was strange. Dongfang Niemie practiced Pure Yang Mystic Force, like a raging fire, but this force, once inside the body, was not only extremely hot, as if it would burn a person to ashes, but also extremely cold, as if it would freeze a person to pieces.

"I am a Pure Yang body, practicing fire. But when practiced to the extreme, Yang becomes Yin, and Yin becomes Yang. The flame turns pure blue, and at this level, there is no distinction between cold and heat, being both extremely cold and extremely hot. It took me thirty-nine years to reach this level. You have a Nine Yang Mystic Pulse, and I believe you will reach this level in just a dozen or two decades. Then, the flame ring on your finger will manifest, and you can openly become the leader of the Yin-Yang Sect."

As Dongfang Niemie spoke, an incredibly powerful force continuously flowed from Yang Dingtian's foot, advancing inch by inch along his bloodstream, truly cleansing his veins, not missing a single nerve ending.

The entire process was unbearably painful. It felt like being burned by thousands of degrees of fire and being frozen by minus one hundred degrees of cold. This pain was indescribable, far surpassing the self-immolation Yang Dingtian experienced before his transmigration.

The powerful Mystic Force cleansed Yang Dingtian's tendons and veins inch by inch. At first, it could cleanse an inch per minute, but it gradually slowed down, and Yang Dingtian's pain intensified layer by layer. Finally, his entire body trembled violently. His body was half red and half blue, looking extremely bizarre.

After more than half an hour!

This inhuman torture ended, and Yang Dingtian was completely numb. The first cleansing of his marrow and veins was over. He floated in the air, like a fish thrown on a beach, able to do nothing but breathe desperately. However, his body felt an indescribable comfort, and his entire body was covered in oily, black impurities, which were the blockages in his tendons and veins, cleansed by Dongfang Niemie. Although Yang Dingtian was in excruciating pain, he also felt an indescribable comfort, as if a breeze was flowing through his tendons and veins.

However, Dongfang Niemie looked as if he had aged ten years. His originally black and lustrous hair was now partly gray and white.

"Truly unbelievable, just a quarter of an hour to cleanse the first layer of veins. Compared to before, your practice speed will be three to four times faster after cleansing the first layer."

"Truly worthy of a Nine Yang body, astonishing. The speed of cleansing the first layer of veins is several times faster than others. I remember it took me a whole day and night to cleanse the first layer. The amount of Mystic Force you used for the first layer is only a fraction of what others use. Such talent is truly astonishing."

"I thought my remaining Mystic Force would only be enough to cleanse the first layer, but I didn't expect it to only use a fraction of it!"

"Now, let's continue. I want to see how astonishing the Nine Yang Mystic Pulse is."

With that, Dongfang Niemie pushed his palm, and another even stronger Mystic Force, four to five times more powerful than before, drilled into Yang Dingtian's right palm.

"The Mystic Force needed to cleanse the second layer of veins is usually several times that of the first layer. The higher the layer, the more Mystic Force is required, increasing exponentially. By the third layer, it would require hundreds of times more Mystic Force, making it almost impossible to rely on others' Mystic Force. You would have to use your own Mystic Force to cleanse your marrow and veins."

Sure enough, the speed of cleansing the second layer of veins was much slower than the first, and the pain increased several times, almost to the point where Yang Dingtian couldn't bear it. The intense heat and cold pain made his veins bulge, and his eyes were filled with blood, almost bursting.

"People with weak martial cultivation have fragile veins, so they can't withstand the pain of cleansing the marrow and veins. Each cleansing is a life-and-death ordeal, and the danger increases with each layer. Sometimes, failing to cleanse a layer and retreating is already a stroke of luck. Many people die from their veins bursting. So, when you cleanse your marrow and veins in the future, you must be absolutely sure before proceeding, or it will be a matter of life and death."

Although Yang Dingtian could hear Dongfang Niemie's words, the sound reached his ears in a strange way, as if he were hearing someone speak underwater. His entire body's functions had suffered severe temporary damage.

Time passed minute by minute, and Dongfang Niemie's Mystic Force advanced millimeter by millimeter, thoroughly cleansing every inch of Yang Dingtian's bloodstream and veins.

After five hours, the second layer of cleansing the marrow and veins was completed, and Yang Dingtian floated in the air, motionless, as if dead. His entire body was covered in a layer of black impurities. The flow of qi in his veins was so strong that it made his body feel as if it would float away at any moment.

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