Everyone's a Master: I'll reward my disciples ten thousandfold!

Chen Yuan waved his sleeve.

A palm-sized glass bottle appeared on his outstretched left palm. The bottle was ancient and heavy, with several indistinct patterns engraved on its surface. The mouth of the bottle was not sealed, and a wisp of thick white mist overflowed from it, rising slowly.

Inside the bottle, a fist-sized milky-white crystal emitted a soft light, and the fine lines of spiritual energy flowing on its surface were visible to the naked eye.

The air inside the hall changed drastically at the same instant.

The concentration of spiritual energy doubled.

Lin Xiao and Su Muhan both widened their eyes at the same time.

Lin Xiao's reaction was the most direct.

He was circulating his spiritual energy to solidify his dantian when suddenly the spiritual energy within his body accelerated uncontrollably. A warm current, comfortable to the bone, flowed through his meridians, and the vortex of energy within his dantian spontaneously increased in speed by three points.

He suddenly looked up and stared intently at the glass bottle in Chen Yuan's hand.

"This spiritual energy..."

Lin Xiao's throat tightened.

"It's more than a hundred times stronger than the Hundred-Year Spirit Milk we just had!"

Su Muhan also sensed it. Her Celestial Spirit Body's perception of spiritual energy far surpassed that of ordinary people, and at this moment, every pore on her body was contracting frantically.

"Sect Leader... has brought out another supreme treasure?"

Su Muhan's voice was a little hoarse.

Chen Yuan held the glass bottle with a calm expression.

After pretending to be an expert for almost two days, I'm finally getting the hang of it. My hands aren't shaking anymore, my lips aren't twitching, and even my breathing is steady.

silence.

Not a single word was explained.

Silence itself is the best posture.

There was a three-second silence in the hall.

Lin Xiao's mind suddenly exploded.

He turned around abruptly and whispered to Su Muhan, "Junior Sister! I understand! I understand everything!"

Su Muhan was startled by the sudden sound.

Lin Xiao's voice was urgent and excited.

"The century-old spiritual milk we just received wasn't a true reward! It was a medicinal catalyst! The sect leader bestowed the spiritual milk beforehand to widen our meridians and cleanse our bodies, so that we could withstand this—this truly earth-shattering opportunity!"

Su Muhan was startled.

"Every step the sect leader takes is meticulously planned and executed!"

Lin Xiao became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice trembling.

"First, they bestowed upon us the cultivation method to lay the foundation, then they gave us spiritual milk to strengthen our bodies, and only then did they present the true treasure! If they had given us this directly, our meridians simply wouldn't have been able to withstand it, and we would have exploded on the spot! The sect leader had already foreseen everything!"

Su Muhan froze after hearing this.

She slowly turned her head to look at Chen Yuan.

It turned out to be the case.

She was just moved to tears by a bottle of spiritual milk, but looking back now, she realized her perspective was too narrow.

The spirit milk is merely a medicinal ingredient.

Sweeping is just a way to calm down.

Everything, everything, is paving the way for this final step.

The sect leader's plan began the moment she was accepted as a disciple.

Su Muhan felt that even if she put all her brains together, she wouldn't have enough.

Chen Yuan stood still, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.

He could hear their conversation, of course; they were at it again.

Fine.

Let them imagine whatever they want. No matter how they fabricate it, they'll ultimately benefit themselves. The more the disciple believes, the harder he cultivates, and the more rapidly his cultivation level will increase.

Chen Yuan applied slight pressure with his left hand.

"Click."

A thin crack appeared in the fist-sized milky-white crystal inside the glass bottle. Pure spiritual energy seeped out from the crack, causing the blue brick floor of the entire hall to tremble slightly.

With a snap of his two fingers, he forcibly broke the thousand-year-old spiritual essence in two.

Two crystals, each about half the size of a fist, each emitted a soft white light. They were rich in spiritual energy, of uniform quality, and without any deviation.

Chen Yuan took out two jade boxes from his sleeve and put the two crystals into them respectively.

"This substance is called the Millennium Spirit Essence."

He held the two jade boxes in his palms.

One serving per person.

He paused.

"Go to the back room for seclusion. You may not leave until you have completely refined the spiritual essence."

Su Muhan's blood was boiling.

Thousand-Year Spiritual Essence. She vaguely recognized these three words from the corner of that tattered scroll. It said that this substance required a thousand years to condense, and a tiny drop was enough to transform a Qi Refining cultivator.

The sect leader gave more than just a tiny drop.

It's a whole half piece.

Moreover, it's half for each person, perfectly balanced. It's exactly the same as the spirit milk from before.

From cultivation techniques to spiritual milk to spiritual marrow, a three-step process, each step carefully planned. The more Su Muhan thought about it, the more his scalp tingled. Following this sect leader, even a piece of scrap iron could be forged into an unparalleled divine weapon.

Lin Xiao took the jade box with both hands, his ten fingers trembling.

His knees slammed heavily onto the ground. His forehead pressed against the cold, blue bricks.

"Disciple obeys! Thank you, Sect Leader, for your life-saving grace!"

Su Muhan knelt down and raised his hands above his head to receive another jade box.

"Disciple...disciple will certainly not let down the sect leader!"

From being picked up from the cellar, to the Heavenly Grade Cultivation Technique, then to the Hundred-Year Spiritual Milk, and finally to the Thousand-Year Spiritual Marrow.

In less than a day.

She went from being a starving orphan to a cultivator with extraordinary resources at her disposal.

All of this started simply because the sect leader glanced at her amidst the ruins.

Chen Yuan looked down at the two disciples kneeling before him.

I feel no burden in my heart.

The items were obtained for free, so giving them away wasn't a big deal. After the disciple finished refining them, his cultivation level skyrocketed, and with the synchronization mechanism superimposed, he himself took off in place.

"Go."

Chen Yuan waved his hand.

The two stood up. Lin Xiao walked ahead, striding around the offering table and heading towards the back of the main hall. There were two side rooms there that could barely provide shelter from the wind and rain; half a door was missing, but it would be sufficient for secluded cultivation.

Su Muhan followed closely behind, carrying the jade box and bundle in her arms, her pace three times faster than when she came.

The two figures disappeared around the corner behind the main hall.

The door to the side room was closed, and the broken wooden planks creaked and rattled as they swayed inside the door frame.

The main hall fell completely silent.

Chen Yuan stood alone in front of the dilapidated offering table. Sunlight streamed through three large holes in the ceiling, illuminating the blue bricks, while only the occasional dust falling from the roof beams remained around him.

Finally, I don't have to put on airs anymore.

Chen Yuan let out a long breath, lowered his hands from behind his back, and vigorously shook his sore and numb wrists. He had been carrying them all day, and his fingers were almost numb.

Chen Yuan flexed his wrists a few times and then twisted his neck.

Two crisp cracks came from my cervical spine, and I felt much more comfortable.

There was no movement from the two side rooms.

He closed his eyes and sensed that the spiritual energy fluctuations within Lin Xiao and Su Muhan's bodies were steadily increasing.

The medicinal power of the millennium-old spiritual essence began to take effect.

Refining such a rare earth-grade treasure would take at least two or three hours.

After confirming that everything was correct, Chen Yuan plopped down on the altar with the missing leg.

The tabletop wobbled, and the leg supported by half a brick creaked, but it managed to hold on.

Finally, I can take a break.

On a whim, he brought up the system's public chat channel.

Chen Yuan discovered a fact: seeing other people's miserable situations is the best way to relieve stress.

The messages in the channel were scrolling by very quickly.

Most sect leaders have recovered from the initial panic, but life is still tough.