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After leaving the treasure vault, Luo Yang returned to his residence within the Red Feng Sect.

The room he was given wasn't just any guest room. Jiu You had arranged for him to stay in one of the Sect Master's private pavilions, a place normally reserved for visiting elders or high-ranking cultivators from the major sects.

It was a luxurious courtyard pavilion, nestled against a misty spirit spring. Inside, the room was wide and open, with polished spirit wood flooring that glowed faintly underfoot. Intricate carvings of dragons, phoenixes, and lotuses adorned the beams. The bed was carved from Snow Jade Wood, known to help clear one's meridians and soothe the spirit.

Soft curtains hung around the bed frame, embroidered with fine silver thread that formed scenes of clouds, mountains, and soaring beasts. Each breath Luo Yang took here felt cleaner, purer—as if even the air itself had passed through spirit stone filters.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, resting his palms on his knees.

It was time to cultivate.

He hadn't tried to fully absorb spiritual energy since arriving in this world. Now that he was alone, he closed his eyes and activated his cultivation technique— Draconic Heart Sutra.

A strange pulse echoed deep within his chest.

His heart beat once.

The air in the room shifted.

The spiritual energy in the surroundings began to stir restlessly—as if something had awakened. The air thickened, became heavy with power.

Then suddenly—

Above Luo Yang's head, a ghostly image of a dragon's mouth appeared. It was transparent and ethereal, formed from spiritual energy. It opened with a slow, majestic snarl… and inhaled.

Whooooosh…

A vortex formed. The spiritual energy in the room was sucked into the dragon's mouth with a rushing force, spinning into Luo Yang's body like a flood. It didn't just gather—it surged.

Golden lines began to shimmer faintly on his skin, following his veins like living rivers of fire. His meridians swelled as the energy passed through, strengthened and expanded beyond the limits of an average Core Spirit Realm cultivator.

Luo Yang's breathing slowed. His body had never felt more alive.

The Draconic Heart Sutra didn't just absorb energy—it refined it. Every trace of spiritual energy became purer, denser, more powerful as it flowed through him.

This was no ordinary technique.

This was a technique meant for a descendant of dragon blood.

He could feel it now—why his father, the Blood Dragon Saint, had sealed this technique into his bloodline. It wasn't just a cultivation method—it was a sacred inheritance, meant to awaken his true potential.

Time passed slowly.

Within just one hour, Luo Yang felt his spiritual energy increase by what would normally take days for others to gather. His Core Spirit Realm cultivation became more refined, more condensed.

Luo Yang cultivated through the entire evening without interruption.

The spiritual energy inside the luxurious room was far denser than what the outer world offered. Even the walls, made of spirit jade and reinforced with gentle array formations, helped guide the energy into a steady flow.

He had no need for pills or assistance. With the Draconic Heart Sutra, even the faintest trace of spiritual energy became refined essence in his body.

By the time night had fallen, Luo Yang's meridians felt wide and pure, his core vibrant and full. He did not rush to examine the burnt scroll or dive into the mysteries of the Dragonwood. For now, he simply allowed himself to breathe in peace.

The stars outside shimmered faintly through the open window.

Then—a soft knock.

Tap. Tap.

Luo Yang slowly opened his eyes.

He didn't speak at once. Instead, he shifted off the bed and sat casually on the low spirit-wood sofa near the window. The soft breeze moved the curtain gently as moonlight spilled in.

"Enter," he said calmly.

The door opened with a quiet creak.

Jiu You stepped inside, her presence wrapped in quiet elegance. She wore a slightly looser robe than earlier—still crimson, but the fabric shimmered faintly under the lamplight as it can easily run imagination, more delicated than her usual formal attire. In her hands, she carried a slender wooden tray upon which sat a curved jade bottle and two small crystal cups.

"Forgive the disturbance," she said with a soft smile. "I brought something to thank Young Master Luo."

She stepped forward and placed the tray gently on the low table in front of him.

"This is Red Mist Wine," she explained, uncorking the bottle. "It's a spiritual wine brewed by our sect. Aged thirty years in lava spring chambers. We only obtained a small amount recently... I thought it might be suitable for your palate."

Luo Yang raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He watched as she filled a cup and offered it with both hands.

He accepted it without hesitation.

The wine shimmered red like liquid flame, releasing a faint warmth and a fragrant, smoky scent. When Luo Yang sipped it, the taste was smooth and deep—far better than the common spirit wine he had tasted before.

"Mmm." He gave a small nod. "Better than the one from that hotel. I'll give you that."

Jiu You smiled and stand across from him—but not too close. Her back was straight, and her eyes stayed focused on the wine, not him.

"Also…" she said softly, "Thank you. For the pill."

Luo Yang swirled the wine in his cup and spoke like it was nothing. "It was just a pill. If it helps you break through, consider it a lucky encounter."

But Jiu You looked at him differently now. Her gaze held more than gratitude—it held a trace of belief. His tone was casual, but to her… this was the attitude of a truly powerful man. Someone who could give away a rank-four pill the way others gave tea.