He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

As for why there was no such suppression in the previous reincarnation world, firstly, that world was in line with the immortal path, and secondly, it was a fake world at all. In addition, the terms he obtained at that time did not require him to put in so much effort to cultivate.

Before starting to cultivate this world's system, Yun Yi had some concerns: he only started cultivating at the age of six, which seemed a bit late compared to other reincarnators.

I wonder what I'll do when I encounter reincarnators who are several realms above me in the future.

In the spring of his sixth year, Yunyi finally began to seriously study the classics about martial arts cultivation.

The records of the martial arts system in the imperial library are not particularly profound.

After all, the Yunming Empire was only a second-rate power in the Southern Region, and the truly top-tier cultivation techniques were all in the hands of those sects and aristocratic families that had been passed down for thousands of years.

But for Yunyi, these basic books were enough.

He spent two days reading through all the martial arts cultivation manuals, then closed the books and meditated.

The nine-stage cultivation path for martial artists is quite straightforward: Body Refinement, Bone Tempering, Blood Transformation, Meridian Opening, Qi Condensation, Qi Transformation, Embracing the Origin, Returning to Truth, and Martial Saint.

Physical training is fundamental, using qi and blood to cleanse the body, expel impurities, and make the body strong and resilient.

For ordinary people, this process takes three to five years; even for those with exceptional talent, it takes one to two years.

However, Yun Yi sensed something was wrong on the very first day he began cultivating.

He circulated his qi and blood according to the methods recorded in the classics, guiding that warm power to flow through his limbs and bones, cleansing his muscles, fascia, and bones.

The book says that the first cycle takes about two hours and can expel about one-tenth of the impurities from the body.

But as soon as Yun Yi's qi and blood were mobilized, his whole body seemed to be instantly ignited.

That terrifying power lurking deep within flesh and blood—the profound accumulation that had been locked into the body by [Eternal Power] and suppressed by ninety-nine layers of seals—surged violently under the pull of blood and qi, like a sleeping primordial beast being awakened, emitting a deep and majestic roar.

The sealing layer was trembling violently.

Yun Yi immediately calmed his mind and suppressed the flow of his qi and blood to the minimum, as if he were someone carefully turning on a floodgate, allowing only a trickle of water to pass through.

Even so, as the blood and qi flowed through his muscles and fascia, he could clearly feel that the impurities in his body were being peeled off, expelled, and evaporated at an incredible speed.

Day 1, initial stage of body refinement.

The next day, I reached the mid-stage of Body Refinement.

Day 3, late stage of body refinement.

On the fourth day, he reached the peak of body refinement.

On the fifth day, he began his attempt to break through to the Bone Tempering Realm.

Yunling's voice was crisp and clear, a bit higher and brighter than it had been three years ago.

The six-year-old girl's cheeks were thinner than when she was a baby, but her eyes were still round and bright, like two black grapes that had been washed with water.

She carried a food box that was a size larger than it had been three years ago, placed it on the stone table, skillfully opened the lid, and took out two plates of pastries and a pot of hot tea.

Why are you so quiet today?

She tilted her head and looked at Yun Yi, "I walked over from a distance and didn't hear you practicing your boxing."

Yunyi sat down at the stone table: "I'll read some books."

"Cultivation books?" Yunling leaned closer and glanced at the books spread out on the table, then pouted. "You've been cooped up in the palace for three years, reading and practicing martial arts every day. Aren't you bored?"

"fine."

"I feel stuffy." Yunling sat down opposite him, poured herself a cup of tea, and sipped it slowly without complaining about the heat. "My mother said that His Majesty has granted permission for us young princes and princesses to go downstream on the river to see the snow."

"They said they wanted to go out for a walk before winter was over."

"A lot of people went."

Yunyi picked up his teacup but didn't reply.

Yunling's round eyes darted around as she looked at him:

Are you going or not?

"I'm not going."

"I knew you'd say that," Yunling sighed. "But this time, your word doesn't count."

"My mother has already mentioned it to Consort Rou, and Consort Rou said she also wants to go and relax."

"You can't just leave your mother alone in the palace, can you?"

Yun Yi paused slightly in his tea-serving hand.

Seeing this, Yunling immediately added, "This time, His Majesty personally approved it. There will be guards escorting us, and there will be post stations along the way to meet us. Nothing will happen."

"And I heard that the snow scenery downstream is beautiful, with thick ice covering the river so you can walk on it and even grill fish on the ice!"

Yun Yi put down his teacup and was about to say something when he heard light footsteps behind him.

"Yi'er".

It was Consort Rou's gentle voice, tinged with a smile.

Yun Yi turned around and saw that Consort Rou was wearing a light purple winter coat with a fox fur cloak over it, and her face had an expression of almost jubilation that he rarely saw.

She walked to the stone table and gently touched Yunyi's head.

"Ling'er is right. You spend all your time in the palace reading and practicing martial arts. It's time to go out and get some fresh air."

"Mother has been feeling quite cooped up these past few years. Now that His Majesty has finally granted permission, how about we go see the snow together, mother and son?"

Consort Rou spoke softly, with a tone of negotiation, but her eyes were bright and sparkling, like a cat that had been locked up for a long time finally seeing the light coming through the crack in the window.

Yun Yi remained silent for a moment.

He could naturally say he didn't want to go.

With his strength, no one in the entire Yunming Empire could force him to do anything.

But the expectation in Consort Rou's eyes made it impossible for him to refuse.

"……good."

Consort Rou's eyes instantly curved into two crescent moons: "Then it's settled! Your mother will go pack her things now."

She turned and took two steps, then turned back to remind him, "Oh, and remember to bring a few more warm clothes; it's very cold downstream."

After saying that, she left the courtyard with light steps, her skirt brushing the ground and making a soft rustling sound.

Yunling sat across from him at the stone table, a smile curving her lips as she looked at him, her round eyes filled with a smug "I knew this would happen" attitude.

Yun Yi glanced at her: "What are you laughing at?"

"I wasn't laughing at anything." Yunling took another sip of tea, her cheeks puffed out. "Brother 101, what do you think the snow scene downstream will look like?"

"I read in a book that in winter, the entire river freezes over, and the trees on both banks are covered with icicles. When the sun shines on them, they sparkle like a world made of crystal."

"Why don't you go and see for yourself?"

"Okay!" Yunling nodded vigorously, stood up, and said, "Then I'll go back and pack my things. We're leaving early the day after tomorrow, don't forget!"

She walked to the courtyard gate with the empty food box, then stopped and looked back at Yun Yi: "Brother 101."

"Um?"

"You'll protect us, right?"

Yun Yi looked at her, paused for a moment, and then replied earnestly, "Yes."

Yunling grinned, turned around, pushed open the door, and skipped away.

Two days later, a procession consisting of three princes, five princesses, accompanying concubines, and more than thirty guards set off from the side gate of the Yunming Empire's palace and slowly made its way down the river along the official road.