The Path to Another World

Hearing Qinglong's reprimand, Ye Fan quickly sat cross-legged before Qinglong, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, expelling all the complicated thoughts from his mind. Fortunately, his Dao heart was very strong; although he had just been in a state of great sorrow, within two breaths he had completely calmed his mind, his face expressionless, as calm as still water. Qinglong nodded in satisfaction. The path of cultivation is more difficult than ascending to heaven; a firm Dao heart is more important than anything else. He also became serious, condensing his Dao power. A long white light band composed of countless white light particles emerged from Qinglong's fingertip, landing precisely on Ye Fan's forehead. Instantly, all the white particles flowed along Qinglong's fingertip, gradually merging into Ye Fan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Countless pieces of knowledge, martial arts techniques, and mental cultivation methods, along with countless battle scenes of Qinglong himself, were forcibly poured into Ye Fan's mind like a flowing stream. Since these didn't originally belong to Ye Fan, they naturally met with rejection from the native inhabitants, whose differing experiences and values ​​led to significant disagreements. Ye Fan, who thought he could withstand any pain, instantly felt his vulnerability. Veins bulged on his hands, sweat poured from his forehead, and his face contorted in a grimace, as if he were having a terrifying nightmare. "Are you alright? If you can't take it, call a stop!" Qinglong asked, looking at the exhausted Ye Fan.

Hearing his teacher's concerned voice, Ye Fan firmly shook his head, biting his already chapped lips to show he could still hold on. Seeing that Ye Fan was lucid, Qinglong gritted his teeth and sped up the information transmission while keeping a close eye on Ye Fan's condition. The conflict between the input memories and his own memories grew increasingly intense. Suddenly, Ye Fan roared, blood trickling from his ears, and he fainted. Qinglong breathed a heavy sigh of relief; the transmission was finally complete, almost resulting in failure. Qinglong helped Ye Fan up with satisfaction. He understood the danger and pain involved; one wrong move could destroy his nervous system, turning him into a vegetable. As the saying goes, the reward and the risk are directly proportional. If Ye Fan survived this, it would be immensely beneficial to his future cultivation path.

The Azure Dragon seated Ye Fan cross-legged, channeling energy into his body through his back, circulating it throughout his body for a full cycle, before allowing it to autonomously resume its previous circulation. The old Taoist priest conjured his whisk from who-knows-where, respectfully chanting three vows to the heavens, and roaring like a tiger: "I use my blood to forge my Dharma body!" The Azure Dragon's remaining light instantly intensified, and its previously somewhat ethereal body became completely transparent. A vast amount of spiritual energy, as if free, formed a vortex surrounding Ye Fan, beginning a process of cleansing and refining his marrow. Drops of black liquid, like beads of sweat, seeped from his pores, emitting a foul stench. The pungent smell caused Tian Jun, who was protecting the two nearby, to cover his nose in disgust, staring at the unknown liquid on Ye Fan's body. He couldn't help but look repeatedly at his own smooth, white skin, as if it had just been soaked in cow's milk—could his body also contain such disgusting substances? A wave of nausea washed over him…

Clearly, this process of cleansing and refining was not easy. Even though Ye Fan had just fainted, the massive amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth was tempering his body, strengthening his bones and internal organs. His muscles were like sponges, absorbing energy to the maximum extent to refine him. The meridians that had been somewhat congested during his practice were completely cleared this time, and even the width and resilience of the meridians were greatly improved. If the meridians were a small stream before, they were now like a great river, with energy storage capacity more than ten times that of before. The resilience had also changed from paper to thin iron. It wasn't that the Azure Dragon was unwilling to forge Ye Fan's body into something even more perfect, but rather that this was already the limit that his body could withstand. If it continued like this, it would probably harm him and severely damage Ye Fan's meridians. Even while still unconscious, Ye Fan couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows, his face contorted in extreme pain. The gradually flowing black liquid slowly solidified, enveloping Ye Fan completely like a black shell, leaving only his tightly closed eyes exposed.

The entire process lasted about seven or eight minutes until not a single drop of black water flowed out. Only then did the Azure Dragon breathe a sigh of relief, ceasing its guidance of the天地元气 (heaven and earth energy). It looked at Ye Fan, who was still unconscious, with a tender gaze, like a grandfather looking at his own grandson. Seeing his filthy black body, it called out to Tian Jun, "Junzi, I'm sorry, I can only sustain the power of one person's cleansing and marrow-refining process, so I can't perform it for you. You will have your own opportunity. Quickly help clean Ye Fan's body; these are all toxins and impurities from his body, which will have many negative effects on his health."

Hearing the Azure Dragon, whom he had always looked up to, apologize to him, Tian Jun was flattered. He quickly waved his hands and shook his head like a rattle-drum, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, I understand. Fanzi and I are closer than brothers. You helped him so much, it's like you helped me. We're brothers, we don't distinguish between each other." In his excitement, he completely forgot that Ye Fan on the ground was still covered in his disgusting substance. He picked Ye Fan up, walked to a corner, took a large bottle of water that Ge Qiusha had magically conjured, covered his nose and mouth with one hand, closed his eyes, tore off Ye Fan's clothes, and haphazardly poured the large bottle of water over Ye Fan from head to toe.

"Achoo..." Ye Fan, who was unconscious, was startled awake by Tian Jun's cold water and sneezed loudly. Wasn't he just undergoing the inheritance? I remember I passed out! What happened? Ye Fan stared blankly at himself, then suddenly froze, his eyes widening like round balls: "Ah... what's going on? Junzi, what are you doing?" He was shocked to find himself lying naked on the ground, while Tian Jun was covering his eyes, holding a dripping basin in his hand, clearly his handiwork.

Hearing Ye Fan's sudden shout, Tian Jun happily lowered his hands from his eyes and asked with concern, "Are you alright? Fanzi! You scared me to death just now! I thought you weren't going to make it!" "No, how come I'm completely naked? Where are my clothes?" Ye Fan was still somewhat bewildered and had no recollection of what had happened.

"There, over there, I took it off. You're filthy, covered in black, smelly grime. Hurry up and put on some clothes!" Tian Jun said, gesturing with his lips. "Wow, your skin has become so good! Like a baby's, even better than mine! Let me touch it!" He exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Get lost! I'm not interested in you. If you keep looking, you'll get a sty!" Enraged, Ye Fan grabbed Tian Jun's hands and kicked him away.