Volume 1: Turbulence on Earth Chapter 11: Cultivating the Twelve Realms of True Self

  Dongfang Cold Wind is now extremely angry, born into one of the four major families, the Dongfang family, the spoiled son of heaven has never been unable to get what he wants since childhood, until... Mu Rong Wan Qiu's appearance.

  Three years have passed, and he has been chasing Mu Rong Wan Qiu for three whole years. Unfortunately, the flower has an intention but the flowing water is heartless; Mu Rong Wan Qiu hasn't even given him a proper glance.

  If it were someone else, they would have been defeated long ago. However, Mu Rong Wan Qiu is not just anyone; she's a member of the prestigious Mu Rong family, one of the four major families. Not to mention that with her own fourth-level Ziyang Shen Gong, trying to overpower someone who has already reached the sixth level of Liuyang Shen Gong is simply impossible?

  After three years of setbacks, Dongfang Cold Wind had almost given up. Fortunately, he was not the only one who suffered setbacks. Ximen Qingming from the Ximen family was no better off than him. There were also some people with similar appearances and backgrounds who walked their own paths, none of whom were exceptions. At least there was some comfort in that.

  However, Ximen Qingming just called and said that the goddess we adore already has a boyfriend. When Dongfang Cold Wind first heard this, he was so jealous that he thought of ways to make that damn bastard disappear from the face of the earth. But Ximen Qingming's next sentence instantly cooled down his hot head.

  "He is Ou Yang Jue Yu of the Ou Yang family." Dong Fang Leng Feng recalled Xi Men Qing Ming's words and couldn't help but smile wryly. Anyone else, with their own background and that of Xi Men Qing Ming, wouldn't have been a problem, so why did it have to be the Ou Yang family? And specifically, the only son of the third generation?

  Ouyang Jiayu, a person her father Yan Wen strictly forbade her from provoking, sat half-reclined on the sofa with flashes of irritation, puzzlement, resentment and struggle in his eyes. Finally, he composed himself, scowled and made a phone call.

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  Murong Wanqiu's face was flushed as she pushed open the door, wearing a sensual silk nightgown. Her slightly damp black hair fell casually on her shoulders, and her slender legs were partially visible under the hem of her gown. Her clear eyes sparkled with an ambiguous hint of springtime allure. Fresh from her bath, her entire body exuded a seductive fragrance.

  Ouyang Jiayu couldn't help but swallow her saliva and calmly said, "Wan Qiu, come over here, I want to talk to you about something."

  Murong Wanqiu's heart was racing wildly, and she lay half-reclined in the quilt opened by Ouyang Qiuyu, strongly suppressing her shyness.

  Her waist was suddenly tightened, and a strong hand wrapped around her. Mu Rong Wan Qiu's delicate face turned pink, and she lowered her head, speaking softly and sweetly: "Bad husband, didn't you... have something to say to me?"

  Ouyang Jiayu wrapped his arms around his wife's slender waist, his expression serious as he asked, "Wan Qiu, are you really willing to spend the rest of your life with me, through thick and thin, no matter rich or poor?"

  Murong Wanqiu couldn't help but pause for a moment, this sounds like that proposal somehow. But looking at his serious expression, it seemed like he really had something important to say.

  "I... we all... have been like that, if I don't follow you, who else can I follow?" Murong Wanqiu said with a trembling and shy gaze.

  Ouyang Jueyu couldn't help but laugh awkwardly. What's the big deal about us already being like that, didn't we just kiss and touch a bit?

  But he wouldn't dare say that out loud, his own wife would know at a glance that she's a relatively traditional woman, exchanging kisses and touches might not be a big deal for other women, but for Murong Wanqiu, touching and kissing were almost as intimate as "that".

  "Hmm... it's late autumn, since you're willing to follow me, there are some things I should tell you." Ouyang Jiayu said deeply.

  "What's going on?" Murong Wanqiu looked at her unusual husband and felt that what he was about to say wouldn't be simple.

  Ouyang Jueyu gazed at Murong Wanqiu and said thoughtfully, "Have you heard the legend about my birth?"

  Murong Wanqiu looked at Ouyang Jiayu with a puzzled expression, while the latter nodded affirmatively and said: "You were born when a mysterious immortal appeared, this is already well-known to everyone, I naturally also know that your name was even given by the immortal."

  Ouyang Jueyu smiled ambiguously and continued, "Then do you know that there are cultivators of the truth?"

  Murong Wanqiu nodded in agreement: "I know, Grandfather told me before. It's said that cultivators can fly through the sky and move mountains and seas."

  Ouyang Jueyu smiled calmly and said astonishingly, "Good wife, actually... I am a cultivator."

  Ouyang Jueyu only felt the jade person in her arms tighten, her eyes staring at herself in disbelief, and her cherry-like small mouth turned into a cute O shape due to surprise.

  Ouyang Jiayu was very satisfied with the effect he had created, and holding Murong Wanqiu's hand tightly, he affirmed again: "I... am a Cultivator, and I am a Cultivator who has reached the later stage of Split Spirit."

  Murong Wanqiu was unable to wake up from this shocking news for a long time. Her scumbag husband was actually the legendary cultivator who could fly in the sky and move mountains and seas? This...this was also too hard to believe.

  "Bad...bad husband, you...you're joking, right?" Murong Wanqiu still couldn't believe that her own scoundrel of a husband was the legendary Cultivator.

  It's no wonder that Murong Wanqiu didn't dare to believe it, if anyone else's husband (wife) suddenly said he (she) was a legendary cultivator, probably nobody would believe it.

  Ouyang Jueyu smiled and said, "Whether I'm joking or not will be clear soon. Just wait and see what happens next, don't be surprised at anything, got it?"

  Murong Wanqiu nodded vigorously to show that she understood, but before three seconds had passed, a scream pierced the air throughout the entire Tianfu Villa district.

  Ouyang Jiayu looked at his good wife with a mixture of laughter and tears, as if the sharp cry just now was not hers.

  "Bad husband, what is this thing? Why does it look just like you?" Murong Wanqiu excitedly held up a fist-sized purple-golden small person.

  Ouyang Jieyu's forehead emitted a black line, what thing? Sweat, looking at the excited baby wife, couldn't help but smile and say: "Good wife, this is not some 'thing', but the Yuan Infant of a Cultivator. Yuan Infant, understand?"

  Murong Wanqiu tilted her head in confusion and asked, "Bad old man, what is this yuan infant thing?"

  "Uh——" Ouyang Jiayu's forehead was already filled with dark clouds, and after recalling his primordial infant, he took a deep breath and said: "Wan Qiu, this cultivator is also divided into levels, a total of twelve realms, which are: Foundation Building Period, Opening Illumination Period, Fusion Period, Heart Movement Period, Valley Sealing Period, Golden Elixir Period, Primordial Infant Period, Exit Orifice Period, Separation Spirit Period, Union Body Period, Tribulation Crossing Period, and Great Vehicle Period. Each realm is further divided into early, middle, and late stages. The Primordial Infant Period represents the cultivator's true entry into the threshold of cultivation, and the saying 'the primordial infant is indestructible, hence immortality' is precisely this principle."

  Murong Wanqiu covered her mouth, her face full of surprise, and exclaimed: "If the yuan fetus is not destroyed, it means that if one cultivates to the yuan fetus stage, they will never die?"

  Ou Yang Jiu Yu burst out laughing and said: "This is only relative, there's another saying that goes 'thousand year golden elixir, ten thousand year primordial infant', which means that if you reach the golden elixir stage but can't break through to the primordial infant stage within a thousand years, your soul will scatter. Reaching the primordial infant stage is the same, if you can't break through within ten thousand years, the result is still the same - your soul will scatter. This is also why I didn't teach my dad, mom and grandfather how to cultivate, because the spiritual energy on earth is now too scarce, even I couldn't help them, so I didn't teach them how to cultivate, it's all because I'm afraid of harming them."

  Murong Wanqiu's eyes dimmed, her scumbag husband had already cultivated to the later stage of dividing his spirit, which was equivalent to having infinite life, while she would be gone after a hundred years...

  Ouyang Jiayu saw the dim eyes of his baby wife, and after a moment's pause, he reacted and lightly hugged Murong Wanqiu, half lowering his head and speaking softly: "My baby wife, what are you thinking? How could I leave you alone? It's because I want to teach you how to cultivate that I'm saying these things, don't think crookedly, okay?"

  Murong Wanqiu's eyes lit up for an instant, "Is this true?" Then she immediately lost her enthusiasm and said, "Didn't you just say that the spiritual energy of the earth is too scarce and you can't help me cultivate? Then teaching me would be useless too."

  Ouyang Jiaoyu's mouth corners slightly rose, and her expression was playful as she said: "Dad, mom, and grandpa, I couldn't help them, but you're my wife, right? I only said I couldn't help them, it seems like I never said I couldn't help you?"

  Murong Wanqiu opened her beautiful eyes wide and asked in confusion, "If they can't even help Dad, Mom, and Grandpa, then of course they can't help me either, right?"

  Ouyang Jiayu couldn't help but secretly smile, they all followed me and called them Dad, Mom, and Grandpa, there's been progress.

  Ouyang Jiayu said slowly: "Of course not, want to know how I can help you?"

  Murong Wanqiu blinked her innocent-looking eyes and asked curiously, "Think, how can you help me exactly?"

  Ouyang Jueyu's mouth corners rose with a playful smile, and he said warmly, "Really want to know?"

  Although Murong Wanqiu felt that his tone was strange, he was curious why they couldn't help his parents and grandfather but could help him. Reluctantly, he replied, "I really want to know."

  Ouyang Jiayu smiled slyly and beckoned to Murong Wanjing with her finger, indicating for her to come over.

  Murong Wanqiu looked at Ouyang Jieyu's mischievous smile, suppressing his enticing breath, and slowly leaned in close. However, after hearing the whispered words, her cheeks suddenly flushed with embarrassment, and she playfully punched Ouyang Jieyu while saying: "Who... who wants to dual cultivate with you......"

  Ouyang Jiayu looked at Murong Wanqiu's cheeks, which were as delicate as flowers, with a subtle charm floating between her eyebrows. Her beautiful eyes, which seemed to hold a hint of spring, swept over him, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of heat rising up. He tightened his grip on the smooth waist in front of him and asked warmly: "Then... are you willing?"

  Murong Wanqiu's heart was racing like a deer, and she buried her face in Ouyang Qiuyu's shoulder, her face flushing as she coquettishly said, "I don't want to, I hate it."

  Ouyang Jiayu naturally understood what she meant, helped Mu Rong Wanqiu up, and smiled: "Wanqiu, focus your mind, I'll first teach you the dual cultivation technique."

  Murong Wanqiu nodded strongly, suppressing her shyness, and slowly concentrated her mind with her eyes tightly closed. Suddenly, a subtle and ingenious dual cultivation technique appeared in Murong Wanqiu's mind.

  Ouyang Jieyu quietly waited for Murong Wanqiu to slowly comprehend the double cultivation heart method of just over a thousand words.

  After a while, Murong Wanqiu opened her eyes and saw Ouyang Jiuyu's ambiguous gaze, remembering that embarrassing heart method, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at this bad old husband.

  Ouyang Jiayu looked at his charming wife, suppressing the urge to "devour" her, and smiled wryly: "Wan Qiu, I'll first organize a cultivation method for you, then take you to my Jiayu Mountain Villa to cultivate. There's an array of spiritual energy that I've set up there, with enough spiritual energy for you to lay your foundation. After you complete the foundation, we can dual cultivate together, and the effect will be better."

  Murong Wanqiu softly murmured "en", her beautiful, watery eyes gazing at Ouyang Jieyu who was closing his eyes to adjust and cultivate his heart method.

  After a moment, Ouyang Jieyu opened her eyes and slowly said, "I have tailored a cultivation method to suit your personal situation. Focus your mind and I will transmit it to you."

  Murong Wanqiu obediently closed her eyes, and suddenly a mysterious and obscure cultivation method appeared in her mind. After carefully comprehending it, she opened her eyes again.

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