An Ruoxing’s response put Fang Che at ease.

He had always been worried about the safety of Old Man Shen and others from the Baiyun Martial Academy who were participating in the Southeast conflicts, but without channels from the front lines, he never received any news from there. Now, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

An Ruoxing then greeted him and hurriedly left.

"Master Song, I’m heading home too." Watching An Ruoxing walk away, Fang Che also bid farewell.

"Go ahead, and rest well."

Song Yidao replied sullenly without turning his head.

When he turned around to look, Fang Che was already nowhere to be seen.

"Ah! He’s still young, carefree and unconcerned."

Song Yidao sighed as he walked back, feeling as if his liver was swollen with anger throughout the night, his lungs felt suffocated and enlarged, yet there was nowhere to vent his frustration.

"Ah... Guardian... when will they truly become strong..."

He looked at the moon and sighed deeply.

"So frustrating indeed."

He took a deep breath in, exhaled deeply again, yet he couldn’t rid his heart of the depression.

"Is it truly impossible to act against the Heavenly Palace?!"

...

Fang Che made his way home, and Ye Meng served him a bowl of hot porridge: "Drink it to nourish your body."

"Alright."

Fang Che took it and drank it all in one go, wiping his mouth: "It tastes really good. Your cooking skills have improved."

Ye Meng instantly beamed, her eyes smiling: "Then I’ll cook it for you every day."

"Good."

Fang Che nodded.

"You should sleep early; I suddenly have some insights and need to practice tonight." Fang Che gently hugged Ye Meng, saying, "It’s hard on you to wait for me every day."

"It’s nothing, I’ll head to bed first then."

Ye Meng smiled contentedly and went back to her room.

No matter how late Fang Che returned, whenever he came back, he would see Ye Meng waiting with a light on, and she had already made ginseng porridge with various Spiritual Medicines enhancing cultivation and strengthening the foundation and vital energy prepared in different combinations, blended to be thick and inviting, a bowl of which felt warm in the stomach and sweet in the mouth, immediately dispelling all fatigue with a surge of Spiritual Power.

Fang Che had mentioned, suggesting Ye Meng not to work so hard since he never knew what time he’d get back.

Ye Meng always agreed readily, yet every time Fang Che came home late, he would still find her the same way.

So Fang Che stopped dissuading her, the only thing he could do was hug her and tell her it was hard on her.

Even if it were just a few words, at least it showed her that her wait through the night wasn’t in vain.

He opened the cupboard, took out a bottle of Heavenly King Pill.

He opened it and swallowed two pills directly.

Feeling the Spiritual Power merge with the medicinal power of Ye Meng’s soup surge up, Fang Che immediately grasped a piece of Divine Crystal in each hand.

Closed his eyes.

Released the suppression of the Dantian.

Having already reached the peak of Fourth grade King level, he had suppressed this realm for about ten days, watching as the Fog Vortex in his Dantian continuously transformed into clouds, filling Fang Che with a sense of achievement.

If he continued to suppress it, he could perhaps hold it down for another two to three days before breaking through to the Fifth Grade King Level.

However, Fang Che gave up on suppression, not only did he give up, but he also took out the Heavenly King Pill and Divine Crystals, commencing full operation of the Infinite Scripture.

Suddenly, colorless spiritual energy from the air poured into this yard like a tidal wave.

Fang Che’s body formed a giant funnel.

The Infinite Scripture operated rapidly within, drawing out the Dantian Fog Vortex, gradually becoming more colossal, flowing tumultuously through the meridians.

Slowly, everything transformed into the power of the Infinite Scripture.

The consumed Elixir Pills and the power of the Divine Crystals continued to supply, while the heavens and earth’s spiritual energy entered relentlessly through his pores, being refined.

A slight whirlwind formed at his side, expelling impure spiritual power directly.

As the Spiritual Power continued to grow, each return to the Dantian increased the Dan Tian Cloud Qi slightly.

After thirty-six circulations, a raging torrent was formed. The meridians felt faintly swollen, and the Fifth Grade King Level barrier began to loosen naturally.

Fang Che controlled the impulse to break through, continuing to surge wildly within the meridians, amassing strength.

Finally... the Dantian reached the verge of explosion, he suddenly released it.

With a thunderous crash, the Fifth Grade King Level barrier broke apart almost instantly like rotten wood, torrents of spiritual energy rushing in forcefully, with the entire meridian completely connecting, joining the overall torrent, circulating throughout the body.

This time, Fang Che discovered that with every return to the Dantian, the cloud-like qi grew naturally, and so he continued to revolve.

The Divine Crystal in his hand silently turned to dust.

Immediately replacing them with two more.

By the time the eighth Divine Crystal turned to dust, finally, Fang Che stopped his practice.

Not because he didn’t want to continue cultivating in one go.

But because the meridians could no longer withstand it.

After rapid cultivation growth, there must be a period of time for the body and meridians to gradually adapt to the burgeoning Spiritual Energy before it is possible to further advance.

The usual cultivation, strengthening the body, and nurturing the meridians is so important precisely for this reason.

Since in the end, the human body, for Spiritual Energy, is just a container.

And Spiritual Energy does not actually belong to part of the human body. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

For instance, after a person’s body dies, Spiritual Energy dissipates, returning to the space between heaven and earth and won’t rot along with the body...

He opened his mouth, exhaling a long breath of foul air, extending ten feet before it finally dissipated.

Feeling the Spiritual Energy full within his body.

Fang Che floated lightly out of the room, entering the courtyard.

It was nearly dawn by this time.

The morning breeze was vast.

With the Netherworld in his hand, he looked at the sky where the morning star’s bright radiance shone brilliantly, his just-broken-through Mental Realm momentarily touched.