Stronger with Crimson Modifier

After all, he still hadn’t broken through to the Divinity Transformation realm.

At this thought, Hu Qi slowed down.

With a flicker of his will, he called out, "Crimson!"

SWISH!

A panel unfolded before his eyes.

[Host: Hu Qi]

[Status: Abnormal (Evolution of the Pocket World within his body: 39%)]

[Age: 18]

[Bloodline: Taiyu Serpent]

[Talent: Spirit Devouring, Twisted Light (Heaven and Earth), Primordial Eye (Crimson Sun Flame Prison), Eternal Ring]

[Divine Techniques: Water Control, Intention Sword, Celestial Silk, Ten Thousand Thunders, Buddha Realm, Heart Inference]

[Skill: Taichu Refining Immortal Record (Nascent Soul Transformation Chapter: Ninth Layer) △Lifebound Technique: Profound Yin Heavy Water]

[True Understanding of Array (Perfection)]

[True Interpretation of the Elixir Scripture (Perfection)]

...

[Modification Points: 62101 (7%)]

The panel had changed slightly.

For one, the evolution of his Inner World had progressed by one percent.

He had also raised the Taichu Refining Immortal Record to the Ninth Layer of the Nascent Soul Transformation Chapter.

He was only one step away from the Divinity Transformation realm.

With over sixty thousand Modification Points, perfecting and deducing the subsequent Dharma Gate would be no problem at all.

For some reason, however, Hu Qi didn’t immediately choose to use his points for modification and deduction.

’By my count, it’s about time to go back.’

A peculiar look crossed Hu Qi’s face, though it was unclear what prompted the thought.

...

In Tai Lake County, the Wang Family was a line of renowned local merchants.

Alongside the Li and Liu Families, they formed a triad that controlled the region’s most profitable industries: medicine, grain, silk, and banking.

They held immense influence throughout Tai Lake County.

At this moment, deep within the Prince’s Mansion...

In a quiet and elegant courtyard, moonlight spilled like water, casting long, dancing shadows of trees that swayed in the wind.

The faint scent of flowers permeated the air.

Snow from the past few days had been swept into a corner, the white mounds gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

In the courtyard,

A figure with an agile build stood holding a long spear.

As he moved, the spear whistled through the air.

The spear’s tassel fluttered like a twinkling star, flickering in and out of sight under the moon.

The figure weaved through the interplay of light and shadow, each movement powerful and precise, a clear sign of his considerable skill.

「After the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn.」

Having completed his practice set, the young man came to a stop.

Steam rose from his body.

In the moonlight, one could see he was a young man of seventeen or eighteen, with handsome features, sharp brows, and bright eyes.

"Young Master, you must be exhausted. Please, come and rest for a moment."

Just then, a young woman in a pale yellow dress approached and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"How could I be? As long as you’re here with me, Ling’Er, I’m not tired at all!"

Wang Zhiyuan reached out and took the young woman’s slender fingers in his. They were cool to the touch and felt pleasant in his palm.

The young woman called Ling’Er lowered her head, her cheeks blushing slightly.

Her fingers fidgeted uneasily in Wang Zhiyuan’s palm.

She tried to pull her hand back, but couldn’t.

Her face grew even redder.

The sight of her shy, adorable expression left the young Wang Zhiyuan momentarily stunned.

His grip on her hand loosened unconsciously.

Seizing the opportunity, the young woman in yellow quickly pulled her hand free, turned, and scurried away.

Behind him,

When Wang Zhiyuan came to his senses, he watched her retreating back. He didn’t give chase, but a smile touched the corners of his lips.

He rubbed his fingertips together, where the warmth of her hand seemed to linger.

...

Stepping out of the courtyard, a biting wind rushed to meet her, cooling the blush on her cheeks.

She glanced back, her expression complex—a mixture of fondness and a trace of ineffable melancholy.

Soon, she was back in her own quarters. The moment she pushed open the door, she froze.

By the window inside her room stood a figure, their back turned to her. It was impossible to know how long they had been there.

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