My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

Lu Qingzhou sat cross-legged on the Ascension Platform, his Qi Blood boiling.

Below the platform, disciples from every dormitory had gathered, their eyes all fixed on him.

First, there was Liang Cheng, then Wang Teng. Now that Lu Qingzhou had chosen to attempt a breakthrough to the True Qi Realm, his success would become a celebrated tale.

"Senior Brother Lu should succeed this time, right?"

"He's been building his foundation for so long. It should be a sure thing."

"It's hard to say. He's been bogged down by worldly affairs these past two years…"

On the platform, Lu Qingzhou's face was crimson. The Qi Blood throughout his body frantically surged toward his Dantian. The first wisp of Qi Blood began to transform. He gritted his teeth, guiding more of it to converge.

But as time passed, his breathing grew ragged.

He had been tied up with family matters for years, and his Cultivation had not been consistent. In the end, his foundation wasn't solid enough. Now, as he operated his Cultivation Technique at full power, a searing, tearing pain shot through his Meridians.

'Condense for me!'

Lu Qingzhou roared in his mind. His Qi Blood churned violently but refused to undergo a qualitative change. In his haste, he forced it to compress.

PFFT!

He spat out a mouthful of blood as the nascent True Qi Seed violently disintegrated.

The backlash of Qi Blood was like a runaway horse, rampaging through his Meridians. Blood seeped from Lu Qingzhou's seven orifices as his body went limp. The violent Qi Blood ravaged his insides, tearing his Meridians in numerous places and causing fine beads of blood to seep from his skin.

"Quick, save him!"

Seeing that something was wrong, several disciples immediately rushed onto the platform. By then, Lu Qingzhou had collapsed into a pool of his own blood, his breath faint.

When Liang Cheng arrived, Lu Qingzhou was being helped down from the Ascension Platform.

His white robes were soaked with sweat, his face was as pale as paper, and the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth had yet to be wiped clean.

A Master from the Martial Arts Academy, who had been acting as a Guardian, checked his pulse and then let out a sigh of relief. "His life is not in danger, but his Meridians are damaged. He'll need at least three months of rest to recover."

"Brother Lu."

Liang Cheng stepped forward. Lu Qingzhou opened his eyes and forced an ugly smile. "I've made a fool of myself in front of you, Brother Liang."

"I'll take you to the back mountain now."

Liang Cheng found a stretcher and, with the Master's tacit approval, carried Lu Qingzhou to Elder Huang's Alchemy Room on the back mountain.

Inside the Back Mountain Alchemy Room, Elder Huang glanced at Lu Qingzhou. "A Qi Blood backlash and torn Meridians. Take a Warm Sun Pill to recuperate. It's not a major issue, just nurse him back to health properly."

At this, Liang Cheng pulled Elder Huang aside. "Elder Huang, could Brother Lu take a Source Replenishing Pill?"

Elder Huang sneered upon hearing this. "Are you trying to kill him? The Medicinal Power of the Source Replenishing Pill is incredibly potent. Back then, Wang Teng was just a test subject; I used three times the usual amount of Herbs to temper its effects. Under normal circumstances, taking a Source Replenishing Pill after a Qi Blood backlash is like pouring oil on a fire."

Liang Cheng fell silent for a moment. He wanted to press the matter, but Elder Huang cut him off.

"Don't even think about taking such shortcuts."

Elder Huang ignored Liang Cheng and used acupuncture needles to stabilize Lu Qingzhou's injuries.

"The path of the Martial Dao is walked one step at a time. His failure this time was purely due to a weak foundation and an unstable state of mind. Once he recovers and reinforces his foundation, he'll have another chance."

Liang Cheng didn't persist. He exchanged for a Warm Sun Pill and escorted Lu Qingzhou back to his Celestial Abode Courtyard.

Along the way, Lu Qingzhou was silent.

Only after dismissing everyone else did he speak, his voice hoarse. "Brother Liang, do you know why I was in such a rush this time?"

Liang Cheng poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him, saying nothing as he quietly listened.

"Someone in the Lu Family has broken through to the True Qi Realm."

Lu Qingzhou clutched the cup, his fingers trembling slightly. "My third uncle's son, Lu Qingfeng. He's a year younger than me. News came yesterday that he went into seclusion in the family's secret chamber for three days. When he emerged, he had condensed two True Qi Seeds."

He looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "I am the eldest grandson of the main branch of the Lu Family, and my father is the Patriarch. But now, the third generation of the main branch has no one in the True Qi Realm, while the third branch has produced a genius."

Having said this much, there was no need to elaborate further.

In the great Noble Families, strength was everything.

Lineage, birth order—these were empty titles in the face of absolute power. If Lu Qingzhou couldn't break through soon, then once Lu Mingyuan stepped down, the status of the main branch within the clan would plummet.

"So you rushed it."

"How could I not be anxious?"

There was a bitter edge to Lu Qingzhou's voice. "My father sustained a hidden injury from a fight years ago, and his Cultivation has stagnated. If I can't uphold our family's reputation…"

Just then, footsteps sounded from outside the courtyard.

Lu Qingzhou's old Steward led a middle-aged Steward from the Lu Family inside.

The latter bowed respectfully. "Young Master, Young Master Qingfeng of the third branch has ascended to the True Qi Realm. The clan will be holding a Qilin Banquet in three days. Tomorrow is the ancestral worship at the shrine. Will you have time to return?"

The man's attitude was as respectful as ever, no different from usual.

Lu Qingzhou replied, his expression flat, "I know."

The middle-aged Steward turned to Liang Cheng, bowed, and presented an invitation. "True Inheritor Liang, you and the Young Master are inseparable friends. The Patriarch has specifically sent word that if you are free, he hopes you will also grace the Qilin Banquet with your presence."

Liang Cheng nodded in response. "If I am free, I will certainly attend."

After the middle-aged Steward withdrew, Lu Qingzhou slammed his fist on the table. The wooden surface cracked, and his face paled as the movement aggravated his internal injuries, causing him to cough up a fleck of bloody spittle.

"Don't get worked up."

Liang Cheng placed a hand on his shoulder. "Your internal injuries haven't healed. You still need to rest."

"A Qilin Banquet… what a 'Qilin Banquet.'"

Lu Qingzhou let out a bitter laugh, his face growing even paler.

"My father is still the Patriarch, yet the clan is already this impatient? The Lu Family hasn't produced someone in the True Qi Realm for ten years. It's only natural they'd want to celebrate with great fanfare now that someone from the third generation has made it."

"But I failed my breakthrough today. Did a single person from the clan come to check on me? That Steward just now might have spoken respectfully, but I, the eldest grandson of the main branch, am seriously injured, and the clan hasn't even sent over a single Healing Elixir!"

Liang Cheng waited quietly for him to finish venting, then said, "I'll go back with you for the ancestral worship tomorrow."

Lu Qingzhou closed his eyes and shook his head. "The ancestral shrine is sacred ground. Only those of Lu Family blood are allowed inside. Brother Liang, you don't have to…"

"I'm going with you."

Liang Cheng cut him off directly. "I'll wait for you outside the shrine."

Lu Qingzhou opened his eyes and stared at him, stunned.

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