Chương 12: Fellow Daoist, Please Stop Flexing Your Bloodline

I sit in my quarters after Ling'er leaves, reviewing the week's data. The candle flickers low, casting dancing shadows across my notes. My brush moves steadily, recording everything. Ling'er - Day 14 Physical Condition: Improving rapidly. Now has strength and stamina of normal Qi Condensation disciple, despite not yet condensing qi. Spirit Root: None detected → Nascent spiritual sensitivity (unusual) Bloodline Awakening: 0. 0005% → 0.

002% (fourfold increase) Sacred Cosmic Bone: Faint resonance → Active resonance (beginning to influence her perception) Cultivation: Pre-Qi → Pre-Qi (peak). Will reach Qi Condensation within days.

Martial Comprehension: Can replicate any physical technique after single viewing Instinctively adapts techniques to her constitution Reports "feeling" the intent behind forms, not just the movement Already understands stances better than disciples who've trained for years Bloodline Manifestations: Gold flecks in eyes during intense focus Slight warmth radiating from her body at all times Occasional dreams of flying, of fire, of ancient battles Small scales?

(She reports "shiny patches" on her arms that appear and fade. I haven't seen them yet.) Sacred Cosmic Bone Manifestations: Reports feeling "connected" to surroundings - the mountain, the stream, the sky Sometimes knows things she shouldn't (predicted rain three hours before it fell, knew Mei Lin was coming to find her before Mei Lin turned the corner) Describes meditation as "seeing threads" connecting everything Her presence occasionally feels...

larger than her body Concerns: Her spiritual signature is becoming detectable. At Qi Condensation, it will be obvious to anyone with sensitivity. Other disciples are noticing her improvement. Feng asked pointed questions today about "the kitchen girl's sudden talent." She's eating 4x normal rations. Even with my stores, this is expensive. Especially if her appetite scales with her growing power. May need to hire more cooks. The gold flecks in her eyes are harder to hide.

Sect Status - Day 14 Disciples: Feng (Qi Condensation Peak) - Bitter, suspicious, still stuck Mei Lin (Qi Condensation 3rd) - Kind, competent, now mentoring Ling'er Wei Chen (Qi Condensation 1st) - Lazy but improving 9 others - Various stages, mostly unremarkable Ling'er (Pre-Qi) - Secret monster Mortals: 14 original servants + 7 new laborers = 21 total Old Zhao (mine supervisor) - Priceless Chen Jiang (assistant) - Earth affinity useful for sensing veins Others - Solid, honest, Gaze-vetted Mine: Original vein: 1-2 months remaining New C-grade vein: 1 week from breakthrough Projected income: 20-30 low-grade/month starting Week 4 Finances: Low-grade stones: 2, 788 Middle-grade: 432 High-grade: 17 Monthly deficit (current operations): ~15 low-grade Monthly deficit (with new vein): ~0 (if vein produces 25/month) Monthly deficit (with Ling'er's full needs): ~30 low-grade (need more income) Debts: Violet Sky Sect tribute: 10 low-grade (due 2 months) Prefectural Lord tribute: 5 low-grade (due 3 months) No other debts (Silver Moon Hall paid off) Hidden Treasures (Remaining): 65 Qi Condensation pills 8 Foundation Establishment pills 15 Meridian Cleansing pills 43 Spirit Restoration pills 1 Nascent Soul Preservation pill (priceless) 1 Pill of Frozen Transcendence (Heaven-defying, dangerous) Frost materials, jade, ice essence, dragon blood iron You could be reading stolen content.

Head to the original site for the genuine story. Azure Frost techniques (complete) Formation manuals (complete) Nascent Soul's journal (9 volumes) Broken sect seal Ancient maps The Core Remnant (hidden, untouched) The candle gutters. I stare at the numbers, the assessments, the impossible child sleeping in the disciples' quarters. She'll reach Qi Condensation this week. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tonight. When she does, her spiritual signature will bloom like a beacon.

The Violet Sky Sect will investigate, if I'm truly unlucky. They're the regional power, the ones who collect tribute, the ones who "sponsor" promising talents. Which means they'll take her. They'll "invite" her to join their sect, and I'll have no power to refuse. Unless I hide her signature. The Formation Foundations manual includes concealment arrays. Simple ones, complex ones, arrays that mask spiritual presence entirely. If I can build one around her—around the sect—before she breaks through... I need time.

A few days. A week at most. To learn the basics. To carve the patterns. To feed them spirit stones and hope they work. Unlike her, I can't learn at that incomprehensible rate. I'm just a mediocre cultivator with a cheat skill and a deadline. I need to work faster. Dawn breaks. Ling'er rises with the sun, eats her secret breakfast in the kitchen while Old Chen pretends not to notice, and joins morning practice with the other disciples.

I watch from my usual spot at the edge of the training yard as she moves through the stances—her stances now, adapted and refined, though she's careful to perform the "wrong" versions when others watch. Slower here, less precise there, deliberately imperfect. Feng watches her too. His eyes narrow, tracking her movements with an intensity that makes my jaw tighten. He's noticed something. The way she transitions between forms too smoothly. The balance that never wavers. The focus that exceeds any beginner's right.

I need to deal with Feng. Soon. But first— Ling'er pauses mid-stance. Her body freezes, one arm extended, one leg bent. Her eyes go distant, unfocused, seeing something none of us can see. Her lips part slightly.

"Sect Leader." Her voice is a whisper, but I hear it clearly across the yard.

"The door. The one I told you about. It's... opening." Gold flickers in her eyes. The air around her shimmers. And her cultivation begins to break through.

'No. No, no, no—not now, not here, not in front of everyone—' Time slows. My mind races through options, discarding each as fast as they appear. I can't stop it. I can't hide it. In seconds, any cultivator within a ten mile radius with any sensitivity will feel this. I activate the Gaze.

Ling'er - BREAKTHROUGH IN PROGRESS Current State: Pre-Qi → Qi Condensation (1st Stage) Bloodline Contribution: True Dragon Bloodline accelerating process by 500% Bone Contribution: Sacred Cosmic Bone stabilizing meridians, preventing burnout Estimated Time to Completion: 3-5 minutes WARNING: Breakthrough energy output exceeds normal by factor of 50. Spiritual signature will be detectable for 100 miles if not contained. I curse inwardly. The heavens are conspiring against me. But my mind flashes to a location.

The Nascent Soul's tomb. Undoubtedly. With its own formations to hide. The ancient concealment array that's lasted nine centuries. If I can get her inside before the breakthrough completes— Ling'er's eyes are fully gold, vertical pupils dilating in the morning light. The air around her shimmers with heat no one else seems to notice yet. But they will. In seconds, they will. I move.

"Ling'er—come with me. Now." My voice is calm, unhurried, the voice of a sect leader handling a minor issue. The disciples barely glance our way. Feng's eyes follow us, narrow and suspicious, but he doesn't move to intervene. I take her arm—gently, but firmly—and guide her toward the mountain path. She's trembling, confused, her breath coming in short gasps as her body fights against a breakthrough it can't control. What the hell? People struggle to reach Qi Condensation.

They spend years building foundation, gathering energy, preparing their bodies. I understand that. I've lived that, through this body's memories. But to struggle to hold herself back from reaching it? To have so much power that it forces its way through whether she's ready or not? I've never heard of such a thing.

"Door's opening," Ling'er whispers, her voice strained.

"It hurts. It's hot—""I know. Hold on. Just a little longer." We move quickly, then faster. Once we're out of sight of the sect, I half-carry her up the mountain, following the path to the mine. My Foundation Establishment speed eats up the distance. Her small body feels weightless in my arms. The laborers see us but say nothing. Sect Leader has business, not their concern. Through the mine. Past the main tunnel. Deeper, into the unexplored darkness where the concealed formation waits. The air grows cold and still.

Ling'er's heat battles against it, creating wisps of steam where they meet. I press my palm to the stone. The nodes are still active, still humming with the spirit stones I left weeks ago. The wall shimmers, ripples, and opens. We descend into the tomb. The chamber is just as I left it; silent, cold, circular, dominated by the skeleton on its raised platform. The crystalline bones glow faintly in the darkness, ancient witness to a thousand years of solitude.

Ling'er gasps as we enter, her gold eyes fixing on the remains.

"Who—""A dead senior. He won't mind." I set her down on the cold stone floor, away from any traps, any triggers.

"Sit. Now." She sinks down, crossing her legs automatically from our nights of meditation. The gold in her eyes intensifies. Heat radiates from her small body in waves that would be impossible for any normal cultivator.

"The door—it's opening—""Let it. Don't fight it. Breathe." She breathes. The heat builds. I step back, watching, Gaze active. Ling'er - BREAKTHROUGH IN PROGRESS Current State: Pre-Qi → Qi Condensation (1st Stage) Time Remaining: 3-5 minutes Containment Status: Tomb walls and ancient formation blocking 80% of spiritual signature. Remaining 20% may still be detectable within 10 miles. Not perfect. But better than nothing. The heat intensifies.

Ling'er's skin takes on that golden sheen, more pronounced than ever before. For just a moment, I see them—small scales, faint and translucent, forming on her arms before fading back into skin. The True Dragon Bloodline, manifesting. The Sacred Cosmic Bone pulses in her chest, visible now as a faint glow beneath her robes. It's stabilizing her, protecting her, channeling power that would tear apart any normal body. Three minutes pass. Five. Ten. The heat gradually subsides.

The gold in Ling'er's eyes fades to a warm amber, then to her normal brown. Her breathing steadies. The trembling stops. She opens her eyes and looks at me.

"Sect Leader..." Her voice is different. More resonant.

"I… I think I broke through." I kneel before her, Gaze sweeping across every detail. Ling'er - Qi Condensation (First Stage) Name: Ling'er Age: 12 Spirit Root: Primordial (SSS-grade) — Manifested as a direct consequence of possessing the Sacred Cosmic Bone. Grants perfect compatibility with all elemental laws. Escaped standard detection because its perfect elemental balance reads as the absence of any root to conventional assessment methods. Previously masked further by dormancy of her constitutions.

Constitution: True Dragon Bloodline (SS-grade — Dormant, 0. 1% awakened) — Descended from Primordial Era dragon lineage. Current awakening grants significantly enhanced physique and faint elemental resonance. Full awakening promises nigh-invulnerable body, mastery over all elemental laws, and potential to rival Dragon Emperors of legend. Constitution: Sacred Cosmic Bone (SSS-grade — Congenital, Faintly Awakened) — A legendary physique connecting its bearer to the fundamental laws of existence.

Even this partial awakening allows instinctive comprehension of concepts beyond mortal understanding. Every recorded bearer in history reshaped the heavens themselves. Cultivation: Qi Condensation (First Stage) — Freshly condensed. Foundation stable despite absurd potential. Hidden Potential: Absolute. Will ascend regardless of interference. Will surpass all limits of the Lower Realm. Will reshape reality itself if she reaches full potential.

Verdict: No recorded instance of dual SS/SSS-tier constitutions in known history. Protect at all costs. Train with extreme care. Hide from those who would exploit or destroy her. My hands tremble slightly as I lower them from her. Primordial Root? Perfect compatibility with all elemental laws? Her Sacred Cosmic Bone wasn't enough; it had supplied her with a spirit root that would've made her a monster just by itself. And she's been cultivating for two weeks.

But beneath the fear, beneath the panic, something else stirs. Curiosity. Wonder. What does this mean for her? What can she actually do?

"Stand up," I say, my voice steady despite everything.

"Let's see what you can do."