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Chapter 5 - "Imperial-level cultivation technique, the much-maligned Old Li"

After leaving the main hall, Mu Yan made his way toward the disciples' quarters.

"Master gave me a cultivation manual… I wonder what level it is?"

He could hardly contain his excitement—eager to begin cultivating the new technique.

Just then, five burly figures approached from the opposite direction, each radiating a terrifying presence that made Mu Yan instinctively freeze in place.

"There's no need to be afraid—we're elders of the sect, here to report to the Sect Master."

One of them offered a friendly smile. Hearing this, Mu Yan finally relaxed.

So they were elders of the sect—his own people.

Besides, with someone as powerful as his master watching over Kunlun Holy Land, it was impossible for intruders to cause trouble.

"Disciple Mu Yan greets the esteemed elders."

He cupped his fists respectfully.

Once the five left, he let out a long breath and hurried toward the disciples' compound.

At last, Old Li—who had remained silent for a long time—spoke again.

"This place is terrifying. I didn't even dare to stir, let alone leak a trace of my aura!"

His voice trembled within Mu Yan's mind.

"Don't worry, Old Li. This is Kunlun Holy Land, and I'm now the sect's senior disciple. Nothing bad will happen here."

Mu Yan smiled reassuringly. He trusted his master completely.

Besides, even though Old Li had once been formidable, he was now just a remnant soul—surely of no interest to someone as mighty as Ye Chen.

What Mu Yan didn't realize was that, without even meaning to, he no longer viewed Old Li as a supreme figure.

After witnessing true power, one's perspective naturally changed.

"So, what exactly did your master tell you?" Old Li asked curiously.

At this, Mu Yan couldn't help his excitement. "Master enhanced my innate talent—I'm no longer just a fire spiritual root cultivator!"

"Enhanced your talent? Are you serious? Let me take a look—relinquish control of your body for a moment!"

Skeptical but intrigued, Old Li took over Mu Yan's senses—only to be overwhelmed by the blazing, mighty power within.

The strength was dozens—no, hundreds—of times greater than before!

"What kind of physique is this? You feel like a living flame—I've never sensed anything so powerful!"

Old Li cried out in disbelief.

Mu Yan scratched his head. "Master said it's called the Flame Spirit Divine Body. But honestly, I'm not too sure what it really means."

The words "Flame Spirit Divine Body" struck Old Li like thunder. For a long moment, he was speechless, his mind roiling like a stormy sea.

"Old Li, are you alright?" Mu Yan asked with concern.

"I-I'm fine… Just stunned. Mu Yan, do you even know what the Flame Spirit Divine Body is? It's the legendary physique closest to the origin of fire!

Compared to it, fire spiritual roots are mere trash!"

"What sort of being is your master, to grant you such a transformation?"

Old Li's voice was filled with disbelief. Even as a genius of fire manipulation, he had never encountered such a physique—he once believed it a mere myth.

But now, he was witnessing it with his own eyes.

To him, this was no longer cultivation—it was legend made flesh.

"I don't know exactly… but Master must be one of the most powerful beings in existence! Oh, and I met five sect elders earlier—their auras were even stronger than peak Soul Transformation cultivators!"

Mu Yan eagerly recounted his experiences, feeling that his past life now seemed laughably mundane.

"Could they be at the Void Refinement level? Maybe even Body Integration? Or… the Great Ascension stage?"

Old Li grew more curious by the moment. What kind of sect was this Kunlun Holy Land?

In all the ancient realm, it had never been mentioned among the renowned sacred lands.

Could it be a hidden, reclusive behemoth?

In life, he had reached the Great Ascension stage, wielding unparalleled fire arts across the Cangtian Realm—yet before Ye Chen, he hadn't dared to release even a whisper of his power.

"Oh right! Now that you've awakened the Flame Spirit Divine Body, you should cultivate my Heaven-Burning Art!

It's a remarkable technique, capable of evolving into an immortal-level cultivation method!"

Old Li's excitement surged. He retrieved a jade slip, glowing faintly—it was his treasured Heaven-Burning Art.

Cultivation Method Tiers: Mortal → Spirit → Profound → Royal → Saint → Immortal → Emperor

"Don't be fooled by its current Spirit-level rank. With your new physique, you can devour many celestial flames to evolve it into an immortal-tier technique!"

Old Li proudly explained. This was a legacy he had obtained at great cost—his most precious secret.

An immortal-grade cultivation method could guide Mu Yan to the True Immortal Realm!

Such techniques were exceedingly rare, even among powerful factions.

But as Mu Yan held the jade slip in his hand, he hesitated.

Noticing this, Old Li asked, "What's wrong? You don't like the Heaven-Burning Art?"

He assumed Mu Yan was doubting its evolutionary potential—it did sound too fantastical, after all.

Just as he was about to elaborate further, Mu Yan shook his head.

"Actually… Master already gave me a cultivation method. He said it was the perfect fit for me."

Old Li's brow twitched with dissatisfaction. He acknowledged Ye Chen's mysterious strength, but the Heaven-Burning Art was no joke either.

Could any method truly surpass it?

"Bring it out. Let me take a look."

He sounded almost defiant.

Mu Yan retrieved the scroll from his spatial ring. As soon as it appeared, the room's temperature soared. Even Old Li's soul body felt seared by the ambient heat.

"What an extraordinary scroll!"

Old Li's expression shifted dramatically—the flames alone were near-destructive. What level of cultivation method was this?

Mu Yan unfurled the scroll with great anticipation. Three bold characters leapt forth: Flame God Art.

And beneath them—two smaller characters: Emperor-Level.

Both men were struck speechless.

Emperor-Level!

This was an emperor-grade cultivation method!

Only Immortal Emperors could create such arts. Every emperor-tier technique was a sacred treasure—representing the foundation of a transcendent power.

To possess one meant the faint chance of stepping into the realm of the Immortal Emperor.

Even the slimmest possibility was enough to drive countless cultivators mad with desire.

And now, a technique of this caliber had been casually handed to a youth still at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment?

Such audacity—perhaps no other being in the entire Desolate Immortal Realm could match it.

Compared to the Flame God Art, Old Li's so-called immortal-tier Heaven-Burning Art might as well have been trash.

A long silence passed before they recovered their voices.

They had been too shocked to speak.

"With the Flame God Art in your hands, my Heaven-Burning Art truly is no longer suitable,"

Old Li said awkwardly, a touch of despondence in his tone.

The treasure he had guarded so fiercely… now seemed utterly worthless.

Mu Yan wasn't sure how to console him. Against Ye Chen, Old Li had lost utterly.

No—Old Li didn't even qualify to be compared.

"Perhaps… someday I can ask Master to help you too," Mu Yan offered.

After all, Old Li's greatest wish was to regain a physical body.

Mu Yan was certain that, with his master's abilities, it would be no trouble at all.

"You think that's possible?"

A spark of hope flickered in Old Li's heart.

But before they could continue, his expression twisted with horror.

A terrifying, irresistible force had gripped him and dragged him into the void.

"Old Li!"

Mu Yan reached out in alarm, but grasped only air.

"Don't worry, I've summoned him. Just focus on your cultivation."

Ye Chen's calm voice rang in Mu Yan's ears.

Only then did Mu Yan breathe a sigh of relief.

If it was Master's doing, then there was no need for concern.

With Ye Chen's power, it was hardly surprising he had noticed the remnant soul within his disciple.

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