Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

"That's why I practiced alchemy with all my might. Others refine pills to earn contribution points, but I refine pills to survive! I know that with my cultivation aptitude, consuming seventh-grade spiritual energy is my limit, and the third stage of Qi Refining is my final destination. Going any further is impossible!"

"But I disagree."

He raised his eyes, and a near-mad light surged within those cloudy old eyes.

"Why? Why can those good-for-nothings reap the rewards just because of their birth, while I, Meng Yangyu, have to bow down before this threshold? I am no worse than anyone else! In terms of alchemy skills, even those Heavenly Fire Alchemists wouldn't dare say they are superior to me! In terms of willpower and perseverance, I have toiled for over a hundred years on Yuanling Mountain without ever slacking off for a single day!"

"But none of this worked."

His voice carried a hint of self-mockery, "The rank of Qi cultivation is predetermined by fate. No matter how I struggle, that seventh-grade spiritual energy is like a shackle branded deep within my soul, firmly locking down my lifespan limit. I am already 479 years old this year. The lifespan of a Qi cultivation cultivator is no more than 500 years, but my Qi cultivation rank is too low, and the foundation of my Dharma body has long since decayed. I have only been able to hold on until today thanks to pills."

"If one cannot break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, one will forever remain a mortal without even the qualification to reincarnate and cultivate again!"

He suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Jiang Chuan, like a drowning person clutching at the last straw.

"That's why I thought of possession!"

"Possession?"

Jiang Chuan asked with unwavering curiosity.

Meng Yangyu stared at him for a moment, then suddenly chuckled: "After hearing all this from me, you can still remain calm. This kind of composure is rare. If I were two hundred years younger, I might really pass on my mantle to you."

He shook his head, seemingly regretful, before saying, "The method of seizing a body is certainly not comparable to the reincarnation and cultivation of a Foundation Establishment Immortal, but it is still a wonderful method to defy fate."

"My original target was Zhong Qiyu. Although her talent wasn't top-notch, she had a solid foundation, and it would be enough for her to cultivate and regain her inner strength after the possession."

"With my expertise in alchemy, it wouldn't be difficult for me to refine a few pills to enhance her spiritual roots."

"It might take several decades to push her body to an even higher level."

"But of all times, you came."

"Do you know that there are very few people with your talent, even among the reincarnations of real people?"

"If I could possess your body, with my mastery of alchemy, let alone returning to the Qi Refining stage, even breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage wouldn't be a pipe dream!"

"Fate has ultimately been kind to me..."

He spoke softly, his voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion. It wasn't fear, but excitement—the ecstatic joy of finally achieving his long-awaited dream after decades of anticipation.

Meng Yangyu drew a short knife from his sleeve.

The blade was entirely black, without the slightest shimmer of light, yet it exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"This sword is called Soul Slayer. It is a treasure that I spent ten years of my savings to find in the inner market."

He extended two fingers and slowly stroked the blade, the edge drawing a faint ripple in the air.

"Although the technique of possession is not uncommon, it is extremely risky. A slight mistake can lead to the destruction of both the soul and the body. This blade, however, can sever the causal connection between the soul and the physical body, allowing possession to be unaffected by the rules of this world."

He raised his eyelids, looked at Jiang Chuan, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

In that instant, he seemed to transform back into the kind and approachable Master Meng, patiently explaining the pharmacology of elixirs to his disciples.

"So don't worry, it won't hurt."

Jiang Chuan remained silent, standing still with an unchanging expression.

Meng Yangyu took his silence as fear and despair, and his smile became even gentler.

"You shouldn't expect anyone to come to your rescue."

He raised his left hand and gently flicked his fingers in the air. The dark red array patterns on the four walls lit up simultaneously, like a spider web slowly tightening.

"With this soul-locking array in place, even if you are the reincarnation of a true immortal, and protected by a powerful figure with influence reaching the heavens, you still cannot be saved!"

Jiang Chuan's expression finally shifted slightly.

He raised his head, glanced at the dark red array patterns covering the walls, and then spoke:

"Are you sure this formation is undetectable even to a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

"nature."

Meng Yangyu smiled brightly. He had waited for this day for decades, and besides, Jiang Chuan was an ant with no way to escape in his eyes, so he didn't mind talking to him a little more.

He just didn't expect that, even now, he still couldn't see the slightest bit of panic or fear on Jiang Chuan's face.

Instead, she was scrutinizing him with an extremely subtle expression.

Jiang Chuan said, "You've saved me a lot of trouble."

"What do you mean?"

Meng Yangyu frowned.

Jiang Chuan did not answer, but calmly raised his right hand, and a ball of light rose from his palm.

A ray of light displaying three colors: azure, frost silver, and dark gold.

Intertwined and flowing.

Its radiance unfolds like a slowly unfolding scroll painting.

Meng Yangyu's pupils suddenly contracted. He was, after all, a cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining, so how could he not recognize what this three-colored light meant?

A divine being possessing such power must have been refined at least three or four times!

The primordial energy that can be refined three or four times in a row must be at least of the fifth grade or higher!

"You...aren't at the Qi Conquest Realm!?"

Meng Yangyu gasped, a hint of disbelief in his voice for the first time.

"When did I ever say I was at the Qi Conquest Realm?"

Jiang Chuan replied casually.

The [Bright Sky Light] rapidly expanded in his palm, its three colors intertwining, like a sharp blade tearing through the night, sweeping straight towards Meng Yangyu.

hum! !

A low, muffled thud was heard, and several spiritual patterns appeared on Meng Yangyu's body. These were all spiritual artifacts he used to protect himself, including many mid-grade spiritual artifacts. At this moment, they all let out mournful cries of being unable to bear the burden!

"If you haven't accepted it, where will your primordial energy come from?!"

Meng Yangyu questioned sharply, his face no longer showing any composure. He quickly made hand seals, trying to unleash his divine abilities.

However, he discovered that his extraordinary abilities were completely suppressed by the ball of light in Jiang Chuan's hand.

There wasn't even the slightest response!

Jiang Chuan had no intention of answering his questions at all.

Meng Yangyu likes to talk nonsense.

He doesn't have that habit!

The [Light of Heaven] erupted with a thunderous roar!

The three-colored light surged outwards in all directions like a burst dam.

Wherever it passed, the dark red array patterns melted and dissipated in large swathes, like snow being splashed with boiling water!

At the same time, a dazzling Starry Sky Mirror silently floated behind his head.

Stars surge

Twelve beams of light simultaneously emitted dazzling electric arcs.

The spiritual patterns covering Meng Yangyu's body suddenly exploded, and even his Dharma body burst open with countless fine cracks.

He grunted, staggered back several steps, and demanded sharply, "Who exactly are you?! This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible! What are you hiding on you...?"

call! !

Before he could finish speaking, he was enveloped in endless, scorching light, as if he were about to be baked into a dried corpse by the terrifying heat!

The third grade, fourth level [Qi in the Furnace] has undergone miraculous evolution—tomorrow's daytime!