When Song Wanníng returned to her room, she immediately took out the Hunyuan Heart Scripture.
The description alone was incredible. It laid out every benefit in detail, but what really made her heart race was the part about the cycle of immortal power.
When the technique circulated through the body, it formed a self sustaining loop. Once someone mastered it, even if the surrounding immortal power was thin or completely absent, their combat strength wouldn't drop at all. It even claimed that during a fight, immortal power wouldn't decrease.
Just that alone was enough to make countless disciples fight for a chance to cultivate it, not to mention that this technique could strengthen the body anytime and anywhere. As long as the technique kept running in the body, it refined the physique bit by bit. There was no need for any forced body tempering.
Song Wanníng's eyes grew brighter the more she read. This technique was way too tempting. No wonder every disciple kept trying even after failing again and again.
Even experts like Mo Yang Xiānzūn had tried.
That alone proved how irresistible it was.
But the moment she remembered that everyone had failed, she gradually calmed down. She didn't dare expect too much and carefully studied the technique in front of her. She pressed the scripture to her forehead and a profound energy surged straight into her sea of consciousness. A flash of light burst forth and countless symbols suddenly appeared in her sea of consciousness.
She'd never seen them before, yet somehow she understood them. It felt so strange. Those obscure symbols began circulating in her sea of consciousness on their own.
Song Wanníng immediately held her breath and focused, slowly sorting through the symbols. Before long, the symbols melted into streams of energy that trickled into her body.
Right then, her dantian reacted. The originally round shape spun rapidly, trembling as if it was excited. When the incoming energy reached her dantian, the round shape suddenly rushed toward it as if it had found its outlet.
The two collided. A wave of invisible energy burst out of Song Wanníng's body like a wild storm. She frowned during meditation and forced herself to focus even harder, trying to suppress her chaotic dantian.
But her dantian felt like it had taken some kind of stimulant, it was so hyped up that she couldn't suppress it at all. Her immortal power started rampaging everywhere.
"Puff…"
Song Wanníng spat a mouthful of blood. Her immortal power was completely out of control and she was showing signs of going into qi deviation.
Her expression darkened. She hadn't expected the technique to be this fierce. But now that things had reached this point, stopping wasn't an option.
Since her round shape had reacted to the technique, it might be her opportunity. She adjusted her breathing and started circulating the technique again while suppressing her dantian. Every attempt at suppression made her cough up more blood. Her face soon turned ghostly pale.
At the same time, Alchemy Peak was experiencing strange changes.
Immortal power gathered nonstop around the side hall and rushed straight toward Song Wanníng's room. In moments, a thick swirl of immortal power formed around the hall.
The servant disciples were the first to notice. They stared in shock, unsure of what was happening.
As the immortal power grew stronger, it finally caught Dao Qing's attention. He stood at the doorway and called Lan Yue outside, asking if anything unusual happened inside.
Lan Yue shook her head, then suddenly remembered the Hunyuan Heart Scripture and quickly reported it.
Dao Qing froze. Everyone in Xuantian Sect knew about the Hunyuan Heart Scripture. Even cultivators outside the sect had heard of this unique technique created by the founding ancestor.
Was Song Wanníng entering it?
Dao Qing found it hard to believe, but thinking about it again, her talent already exceeded his understanding. Maybe there really was a chance.
To avoid trouble, he instantly activated the Alchemy Peak protective formation, blocking all outside probing. He also told the servant disciples to keep everything they saw to themselves.
They didn't understand why Dao Qing was so tense, but they nodded obediently.
Lan Yue's face lit up. "Master, can Junior Sister really cultivate the Hunyuan Heart Scripture?"
If she could, then her future would be limitless.
Dao Qing looked serious. "I'm not sure, but Wanníng just ascended. She should stay low profile."
If she kept drawing jealousy again and again, it wouldn't end well. Still uneasy, he stayed at the door personally, guarding against anything unexpected.
Inside the side hall, Song Wanníng had no idea anything strange was happening outside. She was coughing up blood nonstop and looked helpless.
Please don't let her become the first immortal in the Immortal Realm to die from blood loss.
She let out a bitter chuckle and kept circulating the technique. With each cycle, the round shape in her dantian changed more and more. Its mismatched colors slowly blended together. After repeated compression, it finally turned completely transparent.
Song Wanníng froze for a moment, then the round shape suddenly exploded. The thing that had accompanied her for decades vanished in an instant. It broke apart into countless specks of light that spread throughout her entire body. Each speck settled into place and lit up whenever the technique brushed past it.
After the technique completed a full great cycle, she heard a loud booming sound that almost shattered her ears.
In the next moment, immortal energy surged in from outside, racing to enter her body. In just a moment, her cultivation jumped from early Renxian to mid Renxian.
But the immortal power kept pouring in without stopping. Song Wanníng rushed to suppress the incoming energy and slowly guided it into her meridians and acupoints.
Soon, a self sustaining cycle of immortal power appeared in her body, endlessly circulating with vibrant life. The immortal power in her acupoints pressed against her flesh and strengthened her body bit by bit.
Success?
Song Wanníng's eyes lit up. She'd already prepared herself for failure, but she actually succeeded in one go. She forced down her excitement and continued guiding the immortal power.
…
Outside the hall, the gathered immortal power was so thick it looked like a fortress covering the entire building.
Such an intense fluctuation caught the attention of other mountain peak disciples.
They circled around Alchemy Peak curiously but were completely blocked by the protective formation.
"What's going on with Alchemy Peak? Even the formation's up."
"Right? Did they refine some incredible pill?"
"That's probably it."
"I wonder what amazing pill Dao Qing Xiānjūn created this time."