I Just Wanted To Live but I Somehow Became Better Than the Protagonist

At first, he received these two completely ordinary and unremarkable spirit beasts, purely as a mortal’s wild wolves as spirit pets. Ye Yong wanted to see if he could cultivate a powerful existence similar to a “main character.” However, for now, he couldn’t see any strong factors in Xia Shi Qi, but her mother, Xia Shi Jia, had potential. Compared to Xia Shi Qi, who was a bit silly and foolish, Xia Shi Jia was undoubtedly more intelligent and had the conditions to learn heart law.

However, this wasn’t the time. The joint battle was about to arrive, and Ye Yong needed to solve his own cultivation problem first.

After all, cultivators first focus on their cultivation, and then their strength. Having set up a genius persona, Ye Yong couldn’t fall behind the average level, but the twenty-layer boundary made him spend more time cultivating. Therefore, he had to temporarily stop and focus on improving his relationships with the female leads and cultivating his spirit pets.

When Ye Yong decided to close himself off, Qin Shi Meng and Liang Xiao Rou were very supportive. They understood Ye Yong’s situation and weren’t worried about his strength, but rather the strange twenty-layer cultivation that might expose him.

Wu Xue and Hua Jing Yan were a bit reluctant, but didn’t say much.

After dinner, Ye Yong settled everything and entered the closed-door training room, aiming to reach the tenth layer of the stone boundary.

There were only three months left until the joint battle, and it was extremely difficult to raise four levels from the sixth layer to the tenth layer. For ordinary cultivators, it would take decades or even centuries to improve their cultivation. Even for those with average talent, it would take over ten years. As for the talented ones, like Ye Yong, who had a stable foundation, it would still take at least a year.

Ye Yong had a divine body and didn’t need to worry about his foundation. With the system’s massive resources, he could be a ruthless pill-refiner, as long as he spent more time. The entire process would be very challenging for his mentality and willpower.

Inside the closed-door training room, Ye Yong had already placed many large and small bottles of pills and elixirs, as well as a small demonic blanket. He planned to add a few drops of the original liquid to the demonic blanket every day to improve its quality.

As for the original main character’s weapon, the Tian Xuan stick, it was still in a dormant state. Besides not having any opportunities to use it, Ye Yong didn’t dare to take it out in front of Long Tian, as the old man’s perception was terrifying. In just a few short months, he could immediately recognize the stick as a degraded celestial instrument from the Warrior’s Store.

The resources to restore the stick’s rank would be available in the future when the main character’s luck changed. Ye Yong didn’t need to waste his reversal points.

When the Tian Xuan stick recovered to a level above the earth rank, the time it was stored would be long enough. Ye Yong believed that Long Tian and the old man wouldn’t be too concerned about how the celestial instrument ended up in his hands. Because he hadn’t taken it out before, and suddenly took it out, they would probably think someone had given it to him. It was better to be cautious.

Moreover, the Tian Xuan stick might be a very powerful divine instrument in Long Tian’s eyes, but not to Ye Yong. A treasure was only valuable in the hands of someone who appreciated and cherished it; otherwise, it was just a bit more valuable than scrap metal.

With everything prepared, Ye Yong took the pills and elixirs, operated his heart law, and began his closed-door training.

On the first day, he hadn’t touched the pills and elixirs for a while, and the taste was still okay. He thought, “Is that all? I can persist without any problems.”

On the fifth day, he couldn’t take it anymore. The unchanging taste was nauseating. Unfortunately, he couldn’t eat the cooking system’s food, as eating a plate of food would only be equivalent to taking two pills. As a time management expert, Ye Yong didn’t want to waste a single second.

On the twentieth day, he was already numb. Every day was mechanical pill-refining and cultivation, dull and listless, like a machine.

On the thirtieth day, Ye Yong wanted to stop his cultivation, but thinking about how he might slack off after stopping, he gritted his teeth and shouted, “Olé!” to motivate himself to continue.

On the fortieth day, he broke the record for the longest closed-door training. The surrounding area was filled with bottles and jars, and Ye Yong’s hair was disheveled, his clothes disordered, as if he had suffered inhumane torture. He picked up a bottle of elix

Day Fifty-Five

Ye Yong arrived at the ninth level of crystallization. Although he had not yet reached the peak, he was close, estimating that he would break through in about ten days.

If all went well, breaking through to the tenth level should bring about some kind of phenomenon. At that time, he would need to prepare to prevent any disturbances from being detected by the outside world.

However, Ye Yong was not inclined to think about such “distant” matters right now. He just wanted to go out, meet some people, catch a little cutie to tease, or play with a fox to lift his spirits.

Though he had not achieved his goal of reaching the tenth level, breaking the record for seclusion made Ye Yong feel quite successful.

As he stepped out of the seclusion room, Ye Yong rushed straight to his own room. Hua Ningyan was meditating with her eyes closed. Unlike Ye Yong, she did not need to push herself to the limit, as she had not yet reached the twentieth level of cultivation. Compared to the little fox who had once struggled to control her power, she had now fully transformed into a crystallized nine-level spirit fox, able to freely release white flames.

Hearing the commotion, Hua Ningyan lifted her head just in time to see a wild-haired man with a fervent gaze rushing toward her, scooping her up in an embrace.

Fortunately, the body of a crystallized cultivator was free of impurities. Ye Yong had spent his days in meditation without much physical activity, so he did not sweat. Even after drinking spirit liquid for an extended period, his clothes carried only the fragrance of the liquid. Otherwise, if it had been an ordinary person who hadn’t bathed for so many days, the little fox’s keen sense of smell would have surely been overwhelmed.

“Master, you’re back!?” It was impossible for Hua Ningyan not to feel excited, as she had been eagerly awaiting her master’s return every day.

Ye Yong did not respond, breathing heavily, like a man possessed, his hands continuously stroking Hua Ningyan’s fur from head to tail, over and over again. Finally, he cradled her in his hands, burying his face in her head and taking several deep breaths.

The little fox dared not make a sound throughout.

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