Chapter Ninety-Six: The Realm of Yin and Yang

Liu Feng, observing the aura emanating from Liu Yuming, felt his spirits lift and said, “Father, your injuries must have healed by now, right?”

“I feel much lighter, but I still cannot gather my true energy,” Liu Yuming replied with a calm expression, as if he had anticipated such an outcome.

“What? Even the Nirvana Pill couldn’t cure your wounds? Your injuries must be incredibly severe,” Zhao Xu exclaimed in shock.

Liu Feng’s expression also changed. He had never imagined his father’s wounds would be so grave that even the Nirvana Pill could not heal them.

With a tranquil voice, Liu Yuming continued, “I was wounded while carrying out a sect mission. From that moment, I knew I might only be an ordinary man from here on. Unless—”

“Unless what? As long as there’s a way to heal your wounds, I’ll brave any hardship and danger to achieve it,” Liu Feng said, a resolute look on his face.

“Well done, Xiao Feng. You truly are my son—never letting me down,” Liu Yuming replied, his face full of comfort.

“Father, you haven’t said what could cure your wounds,” Liu Feng asked anxiously.

“Xiao Feng, promise me first: if you’re not strong enough, don’t ever take unnecessary risks. Otherwise, I will not forgive you,” Liu Yuming said sternly.

Liu Feng nodded in agreement.

“To fully heal my wounds, only a miraculous fruit known as the ‘Nirvana Fruit’ can accomplish that,” Liu Yuming explained.

“What? The Nirvana Fruit? It’s said to bring someone back from the brink of death, instantly curing even the gravest injuries. It hasn’t appeared in decades,” Zhao Xu said in astonishment.

“So that’s what it is. It seems Father’s wounds can be saved,” Liu Feng thought to himself, pulling out a golden book he had obtained from the wolf demon, which recorded the location of the Nirvana Fruit.

“Don’t worry, Father. I will only seek the Nirvana Fruit when I have sufficient strength. I won’t risk my life needlessly,” Liu Feng promised Liu Yuming.

With a solemn expression, Liu Yuming said, “Remember, I would rather my wounds never heal than see you risk your life for my sake.”

Liu Feng nodded.

“By the way, the emperor has issued a decree: in a month, the Four Nations Youth ‘Potential Heroes List’ Tournament will be held in Li Tian City, the imperial capital,” Zhao Heng suddenly announced.

“That’s the grand tournament jointly hosted by Qingyu Nation, Mengyue Nation, Lanshuang Nation, and Tianchen Nation. Anyone under twenty can participate, and the rewards for victory are extraordinarily generous,” Zhao Linfei added.

“Xiao Feng, you should go to Li Tian City with Zhao Jun and Bo Chao to take part in the tournament,” Zhao Xu said.

“Very well. I’d like to see just how many exceptional talents gather there,” Liu Feng replied, brimming with heroic spirit.

Zhao Jun and Zhao Bo Chao also revealed their fighting intent.

Zhao Xu watched their vigor, stroked his beard, and nodded approvingly.

“Grandfather, I’d like to stroll around Nanzhou City with my parents to appreciate its local customs,” Liu Feng said suddenly.

“Of course. You’ve been here for some time; it’s good to explore the city,” Zhao Xu replied.

Hearing this, Liu Feng took his parents by the hand and led them outside.

The three walked onto the bustling streets, observing the passersby and the many street vendors. Their faces showed a peaceful calm.

“Xiao Feng, do you remember when you were little and insisted on eating candied chestnuts? If we wouldn’t buy them, you’d lie down on the ground and refuse to move. In the end, your father had no choice but to borrow money to buy you some,” Zhao Jing reminisced, gazing at a stall selling candied chestnuts.

Liu Feng’s face flushed. “Mother, that was over a decade ago. Let’s not bring it up again.”

“Look, Xiao Feng is blushing,” Liu Yuming said with a smile.

The three continued down the street, chatting and laughing. Happy moments always seem brief, and before they knew it, dusk had fallen.

“We’ve been walking all afternoon; it’s time to head back,” Zhao Jing said, glancing at the sky.

Liu Yuming and Liu Feng nodded, and the family made their way back to the Zhao estate.

The front courtyard was already prepared with food, and the group sat down to enjoy a sumptuous dinner.

After the meal, Liu Feng returned to his residence. He sat cross-legged and began his cultivation.

Golden streams of true energy coursed rapidly through his body, nurturing his flesh, bones, organs, and every part of his being.

Time slipped away unnoticed during his training. At a certain moment, Liu Feng’s body shuddered—he felt his spiritual power begin to glow faintly, absorbing special particles scattered throughout heaven and earth. This was a sign he was about to break through to the Yin-Yang Realm.

The Yin-Yang Realm is the cultivation of soul and spirit: the soul is yang, the spirit is yin, and together they form spiritual power.

Liu Feng focused his mind, keenly sensing the subtle changes in his spiritual power. He felt the intangible force gently breathing—an experience he had never encountered in previous training.

“It seems I’ll soon break through to the Yin-Yang Realm. Should I cultivate soul power first, or spirit power?” Liu Feng pondered silently.

Boom! Just then, he felt a warm force sweep across his spiritual power, strengthening it continuously. “So, the power of the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit still hasn’t been fully absorbed,” Liu Feng mused.

After a while, the warmth was absorbed by his spiritual power, which seemed to reach a certain limit and began to transform in a particular direction.

Perhaps it was a fleeting moment, or perhaps a long time had passed. Then, his spiritual power suddenly jolted, and the formerly intangible force materialized into wisps of mist.

The mist-like spiritual power rotated inside his mind, like stars in the cosmos following a unique trajectory.

At that instant, Liu Feng noticed the colors of heaven and earth had changed; the world seemed more vibrant, more alive. His connection to the universe deepened.

Boom! At this moment, his flawless golden body began to operate on its own. He felt the golden true energy within him surge wildly, and a tremendous suction force arose from his dantian.

Immediately, the spiritual energy within several kilometers rushed toward him, thickening inside his room until it became as dense as droplets of water.

These droplets were absorbed by the vortex in his dantian, further strengthening his flawless golden body.

Eventually, Liu Feng realized the surrounding spiritual energy was insufficient. He took out spirit stones and absorbed them—one, ten, a hundred, a thousand, until all ten thousand mid-grade spirit stones had been consumed.

Boom!

With a final thunderous sound, the transformation of his flawless golden body was complete.