90 First Avenger (1/2)

Van stepped out of the Sect Master's audience chamber lighter than he had felt for a while. From the Sect Master's response, it seemed that proper actions would be taken, and the situation would be dealt with speedily.

[After all, although Altemuller was in the 8th rank, the Sect Master is the closest to reaching the Island Formation realm in Cloud River. Not to mention that the Elders of the Sect are all within the Sea Establishment realm as well. With all the sects cooperating once they find proof, all will be well.]

The stone that had been in Van's heart finally dropped.

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The Boulder Sect disciples shrank back in fear.

In front of them, their top outer disciple was beyond furious. His appearance shared about eighty-percent similarity with Rhogar's – it was clear that they were closely related.

”How can you be so totally useless!?” Viggo shouted at his older brother. Rhogar was lying down on the pallet they had carried him in, face red with shame.

”B-brother!” Rhogar protested, he scrambled forward and grabbed his younger brother's robes, ”Please, the Cedar Sect has gained a new genius in their outer sect. He was stronger than I expected – I swear!”

Viggo kicked his older brother away, ”The Sect Master himself entrusted with this task! You couldn't even get Wang Hao to show his face! What, exactly, is the point of you?!”

Rhogar whimpered.

Viggo looked out at the large group of shame-faced disciples. None of them could meet his eyes.

BANG!

Viggo slammed his hand against the wall in rage.

”I will go there myself!”

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[A small room in the Cedar Sect.]

”Before I leave for the Monster Mausoleum, I must ensure that I am fully prepared for the battles ahead. I need to assess the state of my cultivation and fighting arts and see if any improvements can be made,” Van judged.

”I will start with my cultivation.”

Van sat down on the floor of his tiny room in the outer sect and closed his eyes. His brows were tranquil and his breathing slow and controlled. He inhaled deeply.

Hu!

As Van exhaled, he focused his mental energy on the spiritual river within his core. Within his centre, the glowing silver river flowed through the landscape, twisting and turning.

Compared to when he was in the 4th level of Qi Distillation, the river had expanded greatly in size and flowed much more rapidly. Back then it had been more like a small, wandering mountain stream. Now it was a true river that churned over the landscape.

Van felt satisfied by how large it had grown.

[The Sect Master warned that ranking up too quickly can lead to shaky foundations. I will take a closer look to double-check that there is nothing wrong.]

Van drew closer to the spiritual river and inspected it with a critical eye. To his shock, he found numerous murky areas within his spiritual river. In those murky areas, the flow of the river was sluggish and slow.

Worried, Van searched his spiritual river in more detail and realised that although it had become much larger in size, the edges of the river were now blurry and less defined.

[Because I rapidly increased my cultivation from the 4th to the 7th rank, my spiritual river has gained size at the cost of quality and definition. Wherever the spiritual river is murky or blurry, is where the spiritual energy was too hastily absorbed. The murkiness is caused by the spiritual energy resisting being compressed into a liquid and trying to form back into mist state.]

Van shook his head. His brows furrowed ever so slightly.

[If I had not heeded the Sect Master's words, sooner or later the spiritual river may have imploded. The implosion would be powerful enough to cripple my meridians and render me unable to cultivate for the rest of my life…!]

Van's intuition was correct – many cultivators who rose through the ranks quickly and neglected to properly consolidate their foundations, found the flow of their spiritual energy becoming choppy and unstable. If they continued to cultivate without fixing this, they would eventually find themselves crippled.

In the warm afternoon light shining through his small window, the red-haired youth's breaths gained a steady rhythm once again.

Van's closed-door meditation continued for three more days. When the 4th day broke, Van opened his eyes and stood up.

”Flaming Bull Fists!”

A brilliant red plume of flame ejected from his fist. The room blazed with heat.

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