NOVEL WEB Chapter 7 - Cultivation Technique
Immortal fate is rare, and the Great Dao is hard to achieve. Even if opportunity stares you in the face, without money, stepping through the door is impossible.
“Little Qing, hurry and tell my mother I’ve suddenly taken an interest in cultivation. Bring me the family’s secret technique to look at.”
“…”
Little Qing’s face flushed with embarrassment.
Uh… Young Master!
You’re asking me to fetch the family’s secret technique—not some trivial pearls or jade, right?
Would the Madam hand something like that to a mere servant like her?
“Go when I tell you to! No dawdling.”
With how much this body was pampered, anything Su Yu asked for would surely be granted.
“Just go get it. Mother will give it to you.”
Su Yu said calmly, turning away to say no more.
He still needed to study the system closely, checking for anything he might’ve missed.
Not that he’d admit he was too nervous to face his mother himself.
In his past life, he’d been alone. Now, suddenly having a family felt… strange.
Little Qing bowed her head, puzzled. Why did the Young Master suddenly want to cultivate? She couldn’t fathom it but didn’t dare ask.
Not long after, she returned, cradling a yellowed book.
“Young Master, Little Qing has brought the secret manual.”
Su Yu nodded. This was all within his expectations.
It was called a family heirloom, but it wasn’t exactly precious.
Probably just basic cultivation stuff—otherwise, it wouldn’t be recorded on paper.
High-level techniques were etched into jade slips, long and narrow, like a computer’s USB drive.
As the name implied, jade slips were made of jade, requiring mental or spiritual energy to read.
Glimpsing a corner of the cultivation world, Su Yu couldn’t help but wonder: Were those novelists from his past life hidden cultivators in the city? Or transmigrators themselves? How else could they describe it so accurately?
Writers really were secret big shots!
Musing to himself, Su Yu didn’t lose sight of the task at hand.
“Purple Haze Divine Technique…”
His expression turned subtle. He’d heard this name before, even fantasized about it.
In his chuuni days, who didn’t dream of being a martial hero?
He just never imagined he’d actually get it one day—even if it was only the name that matched.
The Purple Haze Divine Technique. It sounded grand and imposing, but in reality, it was just a foundation-building method.
Absorb a wisp of purple qi at the birth of dawn, draw it into the body, strengthen the roots.
As for ultimate moves or supernatural powers? Not a trace.
The Su family was only a mid-tier clan, generations of merchants, not some martial dynasty.
Even this manual had been bought with money, so naturally, it was common fare.
Su Yu waved Little Qing out and returned to his room to study it carefully.
The text was dense and obscure, but his predecessor was somewhat literate, so he could roughly grasp the meaning.
The Purple Haze Divine Technique had two stages:入门 (Initiation) and大成 (Mastery).
Per the book, Initiation allowed one to absorb spiritual energy to temper the body and boost physical condition. Mastery unlocked the technique’s true potential—qualifying one to cultivate with purple qi.
As a basic method, its instructions were straightforward.
But Su Yu wasn’t thrilled by how easy it was. He’d spotted a side effect.
The deeper a woman cultivated, the more her chest grew. When it reached the size of a papaya, with spiritual energy overflowing, it meant her foundation was solid.
Su Yu was floored. He’d just discovered this world’s most ridiculous catch.
Men had no cultivation talent, so no strong men existed. Without strong men, there were no techniques suited for them.
In other words…
“All the techniques in this world are for women!”
In everyone’s eyes, men just needed to handle reproduction.
Combat prowess? Who needs that! Fighting and killing were women’s jobs.
“How can this be?”
Su Yu wanted to cry.
But he still had to cultivate.
For women, it made their chests bigger. For men… probably not, right?
Wait—maybe not probably…
“Forget it, whatever!”
Desperate times called for desperate measures. For a brighter future, Su Yu resolved to take the plunge.
Worst case, he’d use a chest binder!
Slapping his cheeks, he steadied his breath…
One hour passed. Two hours. Three…
“This isn’t right. Where’s the qi sense? I’m trying so hard—didn’t it say even the worst talent could feel it in three hours…?”
“…Could it be that I, the protagonist, aren’t a once-in-a-million genius?”
…
Young Master, you not having cultivation talent is the normal thing, right?
Little Qing lingered quietly outside, listening to the noises within, silently roasting him in her head.
Bailian, however, couldn’t hold back anymore.
Ever since hearing Su Yu wanted to cultivate, she’d been worried he’d mess around and hurt himself—failing at cultivation and ending up worse off.
No, she couldn’t let this go on!
With that, Bailian pushed the door open with a creak. Seeing a listless Su Yu, she said bluntly, “Young Master, give it up. You don’t have the talent for cultivation.”
“Why?”
Unbothered by the interruption, Su Yu was shaken and desperate to know why she was so certain.
“You don’t have a chest.”
“…”
The corner of Su Yu’s mouth twitched.
“What does this have to do with chests?”
“Of course it does!!”
Little Qing declared with conviction.
Talent was tied to chest size. Folk rumors claimed the bigger the chest, the more spiritual energy it could hold.
And that wasn’t all—a person’s wisdom and aptitude were supposedly proportional to chest size too.
Why else would there be sayings like “broad-minded” or “no schemes in the chest”?
Cough, cough…
Su Yu nearly spat blood. Seeing their puzzled stares, was he the one misunderstanding those phrases?
Bailian patted his head affectionately.
“It’s good that you want to work hard, Young Master, but you’re aiming in the wrong direction.”
“Today, I’ll explain cultivation to you.”
Bailian’s crash course opened Su Yu’s eyes wide.
It wasn’t just the Purple Haze Divine Technique—all cultivation methods promoted physical development.
The deeper a woman cultivated, the more radiant her skin became, her figure approaching perfection.
If you met a stunning immortal, tread carefully and show utmost respect.
In this world, not every beauty was a powerhouse, but every powerhouse was a beauty.
The techniques passed down by the Taiyin Immortal used chest size as a benchmark—so you could gauge someone’s strength by their bust.
Su Yu listened, dumbfounded, his mind a blur.
The chest as a spiritual energy storage organ? What about the dantian? The qi sea? How could a lump of fat hold energy?
He was now absolutely certain: the Taiyin Immortal was a total perv—one who’d warped the entire world.