The name Yuanhuang Academy, was like silent in the heart of Shen Xuan.
Shen Xuan, who had remained as motionless, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Beyond the wooden shutters, the stars of the Luoshui World seemed to pulse with a predatory rhythm..
In that instant, Shen Xuan felt a prickle upon his soul, a cold, invisible thread of karma attempting to weave itself into the tapestry of his existence.
It was a sensation he knew all too well: the Divination of the Heavens.
"Someone is calculating the trajectory of my fate?" he muttered.
His voice was a low, vibrating chord that caused the tea in the cups to ripple in perfect, geometric circles.
The gray indifference of his eyes vanished, replaced by a frost so absolute it seemed to freeze the very flow of time within the room.
A grim, predatory smear appeared on his lips, a smile that did not belong on the face of a youth, but on a God who had watched the birth of the first sun.
"Good," he whispered to the unseen voyeurs in the high heavens.
"Since you wish to measure the depth of my abyss... prepare yourselves. When the debt is collected, the destruction you face shall be the only legacy you leave behind."
He turned his gaze toward Ying Shuang. The girl was watching him, a flicker of bewildered amusement in her heart, unable to comprehend what going in the silence.
"I am sorry, Miss Ying," Shen Xuan said, his voice regaining its detached, silken quality.
"I intended to share the chronicle of my path with you... but it seems the spectators are growing impatient. Some things are not meant for the ears of the marked."
With a movement so swift it bypassed the perception of the mortal eye, he sat upon the cot. He retrieved the metallic sphere, the condensed heart of a dead plane, and placed it upon his lap.
Ying Shuang's confusion deepened, her sapphire eyes wide with unspoken questions.
Before a single word could escape her lips, Shen Xuan's voice cut through the air like a cold blade.
"Miss Ying, rise. This is not a request."
The sheer weight of his authority acted upon her muscles before her mind could process the command.
Shivering under the sudden shift in the atmosphere, she stood and then moved to the center of the bed, crossing her legs in the meditative Lotus position.
She watched his face, seeking a trace of the boy she had kissed, but found only a god.
Without a warning, without a flicker of hesitation, Shen Xuan's palm moved.
Pow!
A sharp, resounding strike landed directly upon the center of her chest, over the sanctuary of her heart.
"Puff!"
A mouthful of dark, stagnant blood erupted from Ying Shuang's lips, splattering across Shen Xuan's white robes and staining the pristine jade of his face.
She gasped, a mixture of searing physical agony and a flash of burning shame flooding her senses.
To be touched so intimately, so violently, without her consent, was a violation that made her spirit tremble.
But before the flames of her anger could ignite, a sensation of terrifying purity surged from his palm and into her marrow.
It was a silver thread of energy, neither chaos Qi nor Essence, but a strand of the Origin wi of chaos.
"Do not let your mind wander to trivialities of shame," Shen Xuan's voice boomed directly within her Sea of Consciousness, resonant and cold.
"Close your eyes. Channel this energy toward the ruins of your Chaos Sea. Force it through the shattered Vessels of your meridians. If you wish to remain a human and not a corpse, then re-write your life now!"
The silver strand of energy that bridged the gap between Shen Xuan's palm and Ying Shuang's heart was not the thin, diluted Qi of the Luoshui World.
It was a fragment of the Primordial Origin, a substance so dense and ancient that the surrounding air began to crystallize into geometric frost patterns.
As the energy flooded her chaos sea, Ying Shuang felt as though a molten star had been poured into her veins.
The stagnant, dark blood that had congested her shattered meridians was instantly incinerated, replaced by a violent, rushing torrent of silver fire.
"Hold your breath and anchor your soul," Shen Xuan's voice resonated, cold and unyielding as a tectonic plate.
"The Chaos Vessel is the bridge between the mortal and the divine. Yours was a bridge of rotted wood; I am replacing it with one of eternal iron."
Inside her body, the visual was terrifying yet majestic.
The Origin Qi did not gently mend the cracks in her foundation; it acted like a cosmic forge.
The ruins of her Chaos Sea, once a dark, stagnant pool of broken law, were being churned by the silver strands.
Shen Xuan controlled the flow with the absolute precision of a master weaver, threading the energy through her major acupuncture points.
Every time a strand reached a shattered junction in her meridians, a sound like a muffled thunderclap echoed from within her chest.
Ying Shuang's skin began to glow with a translucent, alabaster light, her pores exuding a grey, acrid mist, the impurities of a flawed cultivation being purged by the sheer purity of the Chaos Origin.
"Shen Xuan... it hurts...!" she cried out in her sea of consciousness, her spirit trembling under the weight of the transformation.
"Pain is the price of rebirth," Shen Xuan replied, his eyes glowing with an intense golden-purple light that pierced the gloom of the hut.
"You wished for a chance to stand by my side. If you cannot survive the reformation of your own vessel, then you were never worthy of the ambition."
He reached out his other hand and touched the metallic ball on his lap.
The sphere hummed, releasing a heavy, gravitational pulse that anchored Ying Shuang's flailing soul.
Without this stabilization, the raw power of the Origin Qi would have scattered her consciousness to the four winds.
Slowly, the shattered fragments of her Chaos Seed began to gravitate toward each other, drawn by the silver threads.
They fused not back into their original shape, but into something sleeker, sharper, and infused with a hint of the gray mist that clung to Shen Xuan's own aura.
She was no longer being healed; she was being
Her past, her teacher's influence, and the marks of her previous struggles were being overwritten by will of boy sitting before her.
As the final strand of energy settled into the core of her being, a faint, crystalline chime echoed through the room.
The waterfall outside seemed to pause in its descent, and the Spirit Mountain itself gave a low, appreciative rumble.
The moon had traversed the vast arc of the firmament, its silvery light now paling as the first grey fingers of dawn began to bruise the horizon.
Within the hut, the atmosphere was thick, charged with the scent of ozone and the heavy, metallic tang of purified essence.
Puff...
A final, rhythmic tremor shook the air. Beads of crystalline sweat formed upon Ying Shuang's porcelain forehead, glistening like morning dew upon a lotus.
Her long lashes fluttered, and she slowly drew back the veil of her consciousness.
The moment her eyes opened, she was met not by the soft light of morning, but by the twin abysses of Shen Xuan's gaze.
He was pale, his breathing slightly shallow from the night's exertion, yet those silver-gray eyes remained exhausted, cold, and utterly terrifying. He did not blink; he simply peered through her, as if reading the newly forged runes of her soul.
"If you truly wish to transcend the curse of your own body, then heed my words,"
Shen Xuan spoke, his voice a low vibration that seemed to anchor the world.
"The world speaks of the Yin-Yang Dao Embryo as a treasure of duality, a vessel meant to be filled or drained.
They have taught you to lean into your nature as a woman, to prioritize the Yin so that another might provide the Yang. They have turned your path into a half-measure."
He leaned closer, the shadow of his presence looming over her like a dark cloud.
"Nature demands balance, yes. But the commoners forget that true equilibrium does not require an external anchor. To seek balance in another is to be a slave to their existence.
If you wish to reach the apex, you must find the forge of the sun and the cradle of the moon within your own singular self."
Shen Xuan's fingers tightened slightly upon the metallic ball on his lap, the artifact humming in resonance with his decree.
"The moment you understand this, the moment you merge the polarities within your own blood without the need for a counterpart, a new physique will be birthed from the ashes of the old. It will be a form the Registry has no name for.
The so-called dual cultivation physique will cease to exist, and in its place will be a sovereign body that none can claim, none can track, and none can harvest."
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"Are you... willing to forge your own path and burn the destiny the Heavens wrote for you, Miss Ying Shuang?"
Staring deep into the sapphire depths of her eyes, Shen Xuan asked the question with a clarity that felt like a divine trial.
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Chapter are going under a mojor upgrade,so I don't have time to upload new chapters.