Chapter 47: [Golden Crow Embracing the Sun Visualization Method] (Bonus chapter, please vote for monthly tickets!)

Shaohing stood up, a layer of white magical light flashed, and the water vanished completely. By the time she stepped out of the wooden tub, she was already properly dressed in her yellow disciple robes.

She picked up the timing talisman beside her and saw that nearly four hours had passed.

Shaohing looked around the room. In her small, makeshift nest in the corner, Duobao was curled up, digesting a first-grade precious herb and [Azure Emperor] spiritual liquid she had swallowed earlier, struggling to attempt a breakthrough to the middle stage of the first realm.

Compared to human cultivators, the demon race possessed powerful physiques capable of withstanding various domineering medicinal forces during the early stages of cultivation. As long as resources were sufficient, their cultivation would advance more rapidly. However, in the later stages of cultivation, humans possessed a much greater natural advantage in their comprehension of the Laws of the Great Dao.

Therefore, as long as Shaohing provided Duobao with enough resources, he should be able to successfully break through to the middle stage.

As for that little white dragon?

Shamelessly occupying her prayer mat, the little dragon had swallowed two first-grade beast spirit pills and coiled its slender body, currently resting with its eyes closed.

Through the blood pact, Shaohing could clearly feel the bloodline surging within the little white dragon, repairing the injuries caused by the previous death energy at an astonishing speed and digesting the beast spirit pills to help the little dragon rapidly increase its mana; it was as if it grew stronger even with every breath.

At this rate, it would likely break through to the middle stage even sooner than Duobao, demonstrating the sheer power of a True Dragon bloodline.

"Quite the thick-skinned little dragon, though," Shaohing concluded in her heart, while simultaneously pondering how to discipline it in the future.

The blood pact was already established; this little dragon was undoubtedly a blade held in her hand. Whether she would use it as an unparalleled, sharp weapon or as something that wounded others, herself, and the dragon every time it was used, was something Shaohing did not need to agonize over.

She grabbed the little white dragon coiled on the prayer mat, shook it back and forth to wake it up, and said, "Little White Dragon, who gave you permission to sleep on my prayer mat? Get up and sleep somewhere else; that is your nest."

The little white dragon looked in the direction Shaohing was pointing, where a small nest sewn from hemp cloth sat—something purchased from the market. It lowered its dragon head and rolled its eyes at an angle she couldn't see.

It let out a dragon roar that sounded incredibly self-righteous.

"I won't sleep in such a tiny nest! My ancestral memories tell me that every True Dragon of ours is meant to occupy an entire Dragon Island!" It was being unreasonable yet defiant, acting as if Shaohing were mistreating it.

"So, just because I fed you two beast spirit pills, you think you can walk all over me, don't you?" Shaohing pressed her palms together and rubbed them lightly.

"I just finished tempering my physique, and I even used your father's dragon blood. Do you want to feel your father's aura again under my palm?"

"How about this: I slap you, and we'll just call it a hug from your father?"

"Hmm? Speak!"

The little white dragon's eyes instantly widened. It never imagined Shaohing possessed such logic, and truly fearing that palm, it whimpered and squirmed its way back into that small hemp nest.

Shaohing rolled her eyes and shook her head. The path of dragon taming was long and arduous.

...

Time flew like a white horse passing a crevice, and in the blink of an eye, two months had passed.

In front of the Hall of Profound Methods, Shaohing looked up at the main entrance, feeling immensely satisfied as she gripped her disciple token tightly.

"After so much running around and working so hard, constantly taking on tasks, I've finally managed to save up 2,127 contribution points before the opening of the Mysterious Moon Secret Realm. I can finally exchange them for that volume of the *Golden Crow Embracing the Sun Visualization Method*."

"There are still seven days until the secret realm opens; perhaps I can even master the basics of this immortal technique by then."

With her head held high and chest out, she walked into the hall with great excitement, heading straight for the fifth floor.

Upon reaching the fifth floor, the area was quite dim with no lights. Aside from two elderly men resting on rocking chairs with their eyes closed by the entrance, there were only various colored orbs of light floating above. Looking closely, there were only eight orbs.

Having already set her target, Shaohing reached for the gold-and-red orb while flipping her disciple token upward.

As the number on the token decreased by 2,100, the gold-red light rippled like flowing water. An ink-black crow feather immediately shot out from the orb and landed in Shaohing's palm.

The crow feather was the medium for the immortal technique, functioning the same as a jade slip.

As Shaohing tucked it away safely, one of the elderly guards at the entrance opened his eyes, studied her for a moment, and said, "Sect immortal techniques must not be passed on externally. Those who violate sect rules will have their cultivation abolished and be expelled from the Zhenyi Sect."

"Thank you for the reminder, Elder. This disciple understands," Shaohing replied.

Why would she need a reminder? Could she possibly let someone else benefit from the immortal technique she had worked so hard to obtain?

"Hmph, you're actually eyeing an immortal technique of this grade? You must be starving," a young boy's voice rang out in her mind, originating from the dragon totem on her left arm.

The blood pact that Yinliu had made Shaohing and the little white dragon sign was one of the most sophisticated methods in this world, incomparable to ordinary beast-taming lineages. Relying on the blood pact, humans and dragons could communicate via heart-voice within a certain distance.

Shaohing's expression remained unchanged, but once she left the fifth floor and reached the stairs, she replied via heart-voice, "Little White Dragon, just watch—when I get back, I'm going to pluck a few of your scales."

Because of the blood pact, Shaohing had abandoned her original plan to skin and de-bone the dragon, and her methods for scavenging precious materials from its body had become much gentler.

The little white dragon was currently in its scale-shedding period, so pulling a scale didn't hurt much. Combined with the consumption of [Azure Emperor] spiritual liquid and precious herbs, it now mistakenly believed Shaohing was soft-hearted despite her harsh words. It replied triumphantly, "You can pluck one extra scale as a reward from me."

Shaohing didn't respond. As she walked out of the Hall of Profound Methods, the little white dragon asked somewhat bashfully, "It's been so long, why do you always call me 'Little White Dragon'?"

As she walked toward the disciple quarters, she answered, "Are you asking why I don't give you a name like I did for Duobao?"

"Because Duobao was someone I rescued from the beast garden, but you are different. You have a father. I imagine that White Dragon must have given you a name; it's fine if you don't want to say it."

"The name that White Dragon gave you already carries the best of expectations. Even though you have formed a blood pact with me, you do not need to live up to my expectations."

Shaohing used these verbal flourishes to gloss over the fact that she was simply too lazy to name it.

When she reached her quarters, she heard the little dragon's voice, which sounded somewhat choked and muffled, lacking its usual playfulness.

"The name my father gave me is Ao Chuan."

Shaohing's eyebrows twitched slightly. Had she accidentally hit the jackpot?

"Then from now on, I shall call you Ao Chuan."

She pushed open the door, closed the windows and doors, activated the isolation formation, and set up her array disk.

Sitting at her desk, Shaohing took out the black crow feather, pressed it against her forehead, and began to carefully perceive the true intent of the immortal technique.

[Low-Grade Immortal Technique: Golden Crow Embracing the Sun Visualization Method]

[The nine suns are the dawn; Hou Yi cannot shoot them. Visualize the Golden Crow embracing the sun, absorbing the radiance of the Great Sun, and gathering the fire of the Nine Suns to condense a surging sea of flame, manifesting the transformations of slaughter.]

As the true intent dissipated and the crow feather turned to black ash, Shaohing's eyes gleamed with excitement. She couldn't help but wonder, "There really is a way to swallow the essence of sunlight. But if I absorb sunlight during the day and moonlight at night, will the two clash?"

The sun and the moon, the solar and the lunar—they were as incompatible as water and fire.

Thinking of this, Shaohing rested her chin on her left hand, her brows furrowed in thought.