Chapter 19: Over a Hundred Million in Just Three Days

“Sect Leader, are you alright?” a female disciple asked with concern.

Han Yang waved his hand weakly and replied, “I’m fine, just a bit tired. The training has been too intense.”

Inwardly, he cursed: The Vajra Immovable Technique is powerful, but it can’t withstand this relentless barrage! Three days and nights, and I’m nearly drained dry! These female disciples, each one fierce as wolves, even more formidable than those energy-sucking demons!

To help his sect’s female disciples make progress in their cultivation, spending hundreds of billions over three days was no exaggeration.

But for his own survival, Han Yang grit his teeth and spent over a hundred spirit stones to buy a large quantity of pills and rare heavenly materials.

“Take these pills and use them; they’ll boost your cultivation,” he said as he distributed the medicines and taught them secret techniques from the Beast Scripture.

“Thank you, Sect Leader!” the disciples exclaimed joyfully, bowing in gratitude.

Watching them, Han Yang thought to himself: This investment isn’t wasted. Once your cultivation improves, I’ll personally ‘guide’ your training again—won’t that be splendid?

News of Han Yang’s tribulation breakthrough into the Transformation Divine Realm and his possession of the Chaos Golden Roc bloodline spread through the cultivation world like wildfire.

Han Yang sat cross-legged deep within his cave abode, surrounded by a radiant, multicolored glow, resembling a celestial deity.

The three days and nights of “training” left him utterly exhausted, yet fortuitously, he vaguely touched upon the bottleneck of mid-Transformation Divine Realm.

He circulated the Vajra Immovable Technique, absorbing the residual spiritual energy in the air while perusing the Beast Scripture.

The characters on the scripture seemed alive, swirling before his eyes, eventually converging into a golden-winged roc soaring high.

“Ascend straight to ninety thousand miles!” Han Yang silently chanted as a powerful force surged within him.

He felt as if he had become the Golden Roc itself, soaring above the heavens and gazing upon all living beings below.

After emerging, Han Yang noticed a change in the atmosphere throughout the Blissful Immortal Sect.

Every disciple was vibrant and full of spirit, their enthusiasm for cultivation soaring as if injected with adrenaline.

Even the usually lazy disciples began training diligently.

“Long live the Sect Leader!”

“Your divine skills are unparalleled, Sect Leader!”

“You are our example, Sect Leader!”

The disciples greeted Han Yang with bows and reverence, their eyes filled with admiration.

A faint smile tugged at Han Yang’s lips; he was secretly pleased.

It seemed the “side effect” of the Vajra Immovable Technique was quite beneficial—not only had his own cultivation improved, but the disciples’ enthusiasm for cultivation had been ignited.

However, the good times were short-lived.

Due to the unique nature of the Beast Scripture, many disciples encountered various problems during their training.

Some fell into demonic deviation, their meridians swelling like spider webs; others couldn’t control the power of their inner divine beasts and transformed into half-human, half-beast monsters, howling wildly as they rampaged.

“What the hell is this?” Han Yang muttered, staring at the bizarre creatures before him.

To prevent the sect’s disciples from turning into monsters, Han Yang decided to hold a lecture, explaining the mysteries of the Beast Scripture and teaching methods to control the power of inner divine beasts.

On the lecture platform, Han Yang spoke eloquently, explaining the key points of cultivating the Beast Scripture in simple terms.

“This Beast Scripture is vast and profound, with endless mysteries…” he said while secretly observing the disciples’ reactions.

He noticed a disciple named Li Fei, exceptionally talented and insightful in understanding the Beast Scripture.

“This kid is a good prospect,” Han Yang thought, deciding to focus on nurturing him.

Yet, during the lecture, Han Yang also sensed some unusual signs.

Some disciples’ eyes flickered furtively, as if secretly observing something.

“These guys don’t seem to be true disciples of the Blissful Immortal Sect,” Han Yang thought, his alarm bells ringing. He covertly activated the Eye of Dispelling Illusions and scanned the crowd.

Sure enough, he discovered several spies from other sects hidden among his disciples, quietly investigating the secrets of the Blissful Immortal Sect, especially regarding the Beast Scripture and Han Yang himself.

Among them was a particularly deceptive little demoness, disguised as a girl of twelve or thirteen, with large watery eyes rolling cutely.

“Heh, isn’t this a little gift for me?” Han Yang smirked inwardly, deciding to keep his composure and see what tricks this little demoness had up her sleeve.

After the lecture ended, Han Yang casually approached the little demoness.

“Little sister, what’s your name?” he asked, feigning kindness.

The little demoness looked up, blinking her big eyes and said in a babyish voice, “My name is Sweetie.”

“Sweetie? What a nice name,” Han Yang said, suppressing his amusement before continuing, “Which peak are you a disciple of?”

Sweetie tilted her head, pondering, then said, “I... I’m... Ah, I forgot!”

Han Yang sneered inwardly; her acting was terribly unconvincing.

He reached out and patted Sweetie’s head. “Sweetie, you’re so adorable. How about coming with big brother to a fun place?”

Taking Sweetie’s soft little hand, Han Yang led her to a secluded palace at the back of the Blissful Immortal Sect.

This palace, named the Blissful Hall, was Han Yang’s private place for cultivation and “entertaining” guests.

Inside the hall, Han Yang waved his hand, and a golden light flashed, enclosing the entire palace within a soundproof barrier.

Having done this, Han Yang’s smile vanished, replaced by a sharp, intense gaze.

“Sweetie, isn’t it? Now that the act is over, it’s time to show your true form.”

Seeing her disguise uncovered, Sweetie stopped pretending and twisted her body; her childish appearance instantly vanished, replaced by a sultry, enchanting young woman.

With seductive eyes, she winked at Han Yang and parted her crimson lips, her voice dripping with sweetness:

“Oh my, nothing escapes the great Sect Leader’s notice. I am Sweetie, at your service.”

Swaying her slender waist, she approached Han Yang with a teasing gait, exuding a rich fragrance that stirred desire.

“Heh, seduction magic? Child’s play!” Han Yang sneered, and the Chaos Golden Roc bloodline within him trembled, instantly dispelling Sweetie’s enchantment.

Seeing her seduction fail, Sweetie’s expression changed, and she leapt backward, attempting to flee.

But Han Yang was faster; in a flash, he appeared behind her, grabbing her wrist firmly.

“Trying to run? Too late!”

He squeezed hard, and Sweetie let out a soft cry, unable to move.

“Speak. Which sect’s spy are you? What’s your purpose in the Blissful Immortal Sect?” Han Yang asked coldly.

Sweetie bit her lip, refusing to speak.

Han Yang’s fingers lightly traced her sensitive waist.

“No talk? Then I’ll have to use some special methods.”

“Alright, alright! We’re here to uncover the secrets of the Beast Scripture, and… your true strength.”

Han Yang’s brow furrowed slightly.

The Zheng Demon Sect? He had never heard of this sect before.

“What is this Zheng Demon Sect? They dare to covet the Blissful Immortal Sect?”

A hint of disdain flashed in Sweetie’s eyes.

“Sects like you, who rely on forbidden arts, have no place in this world!”

Han Yang was momentarily stunned, then burst into loud laughter.

“Forbidden arts? Little girl, you likely know nothing of true power!” With that, he threw Sweetie onto the bed.

“Today, I’ll show you what real power is!”