Han Fei stood in a small natural cave, barely lit by luminescent moss on the ceiling. The air smelled of stagnant time and ancient dust.
In the center of the cave, sitting in lotus position, was a human skeleton. Its robes had disintegrated, but its bones glowed with a faint jade tone, indicating it had been a cultivator of certain power before dying.
Probably attempted a failed breakthrough.
Han Fei inspected the corpse with the coldness of a forensic examiner. Next to the hand bones was a rotten leather pouch containing:
3 Low-Grade Spirit Stones (universal currency and energy source).1 Small Jade Vial with a Blood Coagulation Pill.
Without hesitation, he swallowed the pill. It was bitter, but upon reaching his stomach it exploded into a comforting heat that traveled toward his wound. He felt the flesh weaving itself, the skin closing like melted wax. The sharp pain became a dull itch.
He sat in lotus position and closed his eyes, letting the world spin. He spent hours in the "State of Emptiness," organizing the chaos of Han Fei's memories.
So I'm in "The Ascension of the Sword God." The Azure Cloud Continent, the most backward region of the Ten Thousand Realms.
The protagonist: Lin Xiao, a just and puritanical genius who will attack this sect in exactly 3 months to "cleanse evil under heaven." On that day, all Blood Lotus disciples will be mercilessly massacred.
Including me, if I don't do something about it.
He opened his eyes. About 6 hours had passed. He felt renewed. The cave remained silent, but now he noticed something the exhaustion had hidden from him before.
His Blood Pearl was vibrating, resonating not with the air, but with the skeleton before him.
The bones weren't white; they were Sanguine Jade. This cultivator hadn't died of old age; he'd died trying to refine his own bone marrow into a weapon, a forbidden and lost technique of the sect: the "Demon Blood Bone Body."
The Pearl demanded to consume the bones.
But...
Han Fei considered it carefully. He could use the Pearl to absorb the essence and strengthen his body (instant power), or search through the rotten clothes for a manual to learn the technique "legally" (no shortcuts, but with deep understanding).
No. Neither one.
He stood up, looking at the skeleton with disdain.
"Who thinks I'm going to pull out paper and pencil and calculate exactly the physical proportions?" he muttered to himself. "I'm not planning to be or waste my mind on complex scientific calculations. So I deduce this is also trash. Because I'm not going to be the physics guy in a cultivation world, just take some common sense."
He threw the manual into a corner with a monotonous expression.
"Pass."
Instead, he decided to do something much more radical.
He sent the entire body to his Pearl, and let it be refined into Qi. Then he sat in lotus position, ready to defy the law of heaven and earth.
I have a cheat. So I'll use others I have: my knowledge.
He focused on his Qi, using his inner vision to see his body. Meridians. Cells. Bones. Marrow. Dantian. Everything was full of microscopic impurities: toxins, heavy metals, microplastics accumulated from his previous life.
He decided to pull, pull to clean it all.
I'm going to force the pure body, a body without impurities or grime.
Han Fei closed his eyes. He ignored the vague mysticism of traditional "meridians." His modern man's mind visualized the truth: Biology.
He saw his cells. He saw the mitochondria as tiny biological Dantians. He saw the bone marrow producing dirty blood. He saw the impurities not as "Karma," but as toxins, heavy metals, and defective cellular structures.
He decided to use Qi not as a river, but as a laser scalpel.
He ordered the Pearl to pump energy at the molecular level. It was a flagrant violation of the laws of cultivation. A Qi Condensation Level 2 cultivator attempting a "Marrow Cleansing," something reserved for the Foundation stage or higher.
The pain wasn't sharp; it was total.
He felt as if boiling acid had been injected into the marrow of his bones. His skin began to ooze a black, tar-like substance—impurities forced out through his pores. The Heavens rumbled outside. Reality resisted his arrogance.
But Han Fei pushed harder. He used all his Qi, all his will, all his modern knowledge of cellular biology.
He felt every strand of DNA unravel and reweave. Old, weak, mortal cells committed mass suicide (forced apoptosis), expelled through his skin like a black, fetid mud that quickly hardened, forming a chrysalis of filth.
Outside, a solitary purple thunder split the cloudless sky. The Heavens had noticed an anomaly.
CRACK.
The black crust shattered. Han Fei emerged from it like a newborn.
His skin was no longer human flesh; it was Immortal White Jade, translucent and perfect. His muscles were cables of compact steel. His meridians weren't rivers; they were superconducting highways without resistance.
He was no longer Han Fei, the waste. He was a genetic work of art sculpted by science and ancient blood.
[SYSTEM - NOTIFICATION!] [IMPOSSIBLE ACHIEVEMENT REACHED] [New Trait Obtained: IMMACULATE DAO BODY]
Divine Talent: Cultivation speed x10. No bottlenecks until Golden Core Realm.Absolute Purity: Immunity to mortal-grade poisons and diseases.Aura: Supernatural magnetism, impossible to go unnoticed without actively concealing aura.
[Maximum Health: 10 → 12]
Han Fei looked at his hands. They were perfect. Too perfect.
If I return to the sect with this appearance, Deaconess Li and all the Elders will instantly know I have a heaven-defying treasure. They'll hunt me to devour or possess me.
He was naked, covered with remnants of his "old skin," and had an outer disciple's robe torn to shreds and covered in blood.
He needed a plan.