Volume One, Chapter Four: Little Snake, I'm Coming In

Rows upon rows of bookshelves made Liu Yiyun’s head spin, but he still searched carefully.

After half an hour, he held a cultivation manual in his hands, boldly titled with seven large characters: The Eighteen Techniques of the Mighty Celestial Dragon.

Good, good, the Mighty Celestial Dragon—excellent!

The name sounded impressive, and it happened to be a Qi Refining stage technique, as if tailor-made for him.

“Hey! Monster, taste my Mighty Celestial Dragon strike!” The thought of this scene made Liu Yiyun chuckle. Once he had spirit stones, he decided to equip himself with a golden staff as a magical weapon.

He didn’t care about his aptitude or how long it would take to master the entry level.

After all, borrowing a Qi Refining manual didn’t cost spirit stones, so he might as well borrow it first.

With the manual in hand, Liu Yiyun headed straight to the Quiet Room in the menial duties area.

The Quiet Room was where the menial disciples usually practiced their cultivation techniques. It wasn’t particularly useful, just equipped with a soundproof formation, making it peaceful.

He took out the Eighteen Techniques of the Mighty Celestial Dragon and began to read.

Gather qi in the dantian, the dragon’s roar begins; spiritual awareness awakens, divine abilities emerge; step through the void, roam the four seas...

In the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Liu Yiyun had memorized the essence and incantations of the technique.

After meditating briefly, he began formal cultivation.

According to the manual, an average Qi Refining disciple needed about half a month to reach entry level, and even a prodigy would take three to five days.

An hour later...

“Huh? Already entry level? Am I a damn cultivation genius?”

Bro, that’s a bit much!

Is he really practicing the Mighty Celestial Dragon, or is it the A-Wei Eighteen Techniques?

If his talent were that outstanding, the original body wouldn’t have been a waste, stuck at the second stage of Qi Refining all these years!

Could it be because of Lao Tong? Besides gaining cultivation through beating, does his aptitude get doubled?

“Brother Tong, is it because of you that I’m this awesome?”

After a moment, Lao Tong remained silent.

Alright, apparently it had nothing to do with Brother Tong.

Liu Yiyun decided to test the power of the Mighty Celestial Dragon.

“Roar!”

A soft, warm dragon’s roar like a spring breeze filled the air.

Well, it didn’t seem very effective.

Entry level powerlessness wasn’t the fault of the technique, but because he still needed practice.

Three hours later.

“Roar!”

A piercing, stirring dragon’s roar echoed, shaking the heart.

Not bad! Reached the intermediate stage, able to disturb an opponent’s soul.

With such a terrifying speed of cultivation, maybe he could reach the advanced stage of the Mighty Celestial Dragon today.

Others might need a year or more to achieve mastery in a Qi Refining technique, but he only needed a day.

He was fast.

“Hahaha, I’m truly a genius!”

No wonder he was a transmigrator with Brother Tong; that was impressive.

Liu Yiyun estimated there were still over ten hours before his shift changed, which should be enough to achieve mastery.

In the mountains, there was no reckoning by years, cultivation knew no time; eleven years... no, eleven hours passed quickly.

“The Mighty Celestial Dragon, mastery achieved!” Liu Yiyun opened his eyes, excitement written all over his face.

The next moment, he sprang up sharply, qi sinking into his dantian.

“Roar!”

A mighty dragon’s roar thundered across the sky but was thankfully blocked by the soundproof formation of the Quiet Room.

The roar bounced back, nearly deafening him.

The effect was indeed impressive. As for other moves like dragon fists and dragon legs, he wouldn’t test them here—too confined.

Liu Yiyun felt his combat power had at least tripled from before. If he faced that thousand-year-old serpent demon now, he could easily smash it into the ground.

Time was just right; he was about to be late for work and needed to clock in at the Demon Suppression Prison.

He grinned. Who knew what surprises awaited him there today?

After happily returning the manual, Liu Yiyun sped towards the Demon Suppression Prison.

A proper disciple knows to return borrowed items promptly.

He didn’t want to waste a single minute, wishing he had eight legs for running, but unfortunately, he only had three.

Little demons, here I come!

Soon, he arrived at the Demon Suppression Prison, a 5A-level scenic spot.

Liu Yiyun took out his identity token and quickly passed through the layers of array formations and restrictions.

“Zhang Wei, I’m here to take over your shift.”

No sooner had he spoken than Zhang Wei, a menial disciple, hurriedly crawled out from inside the prison.

From Zhang Wei’s expression and his deadpan face, it was clear he didn’t want to stay another second.

Zhang Wei glanced at the sky. “Xiao Liu, what’s going on today? You’re so early. You usually show up at least half an hour late. This isn’t like you.”

Liu Yiyun rolled his eyes. “The guy swapping shifts with me was half an hour late. If I showed up late too, I’d be at a loss.”

Then he looked up at the ceiling at a forty-five degree angle, striking a cool pose. “But, I’ve repented now. I’ll work hard and hope to earn a few more spirit stones in the year-end bonus. I want to break through and get promoted and raise my salary, reaching the peak of life. How about I come half an hour early every day from now on?”

“Huh?” Zhang Wei was incredulous, scrutinizing Liu Yiyun before continuing, “Are you serious?”

He had worked at the Demon Suppression Prison for years, and Liu Yiyun was the first to volunteer for “overtime.”

The Demon Suppression Prison wasn’t like anywhere else. Qi Refining disciples really shouldn’t be here. Facing Foundation Establishment and Golden Core level beasts, showing up early meant risking possession and going mad. Only an idiot would willingly come half an hour early.

He wasn’t just Xiao Liu—he was a god descending to earth.

Brother Liu, Liu the Great.

Liu Yiyun nodded seriously. “Absolutely true. If I’m lying, may I lose ten centimeters of height.”

Wow! Hearing such a heavy oath, Zhang Wei was one hundred percent sure Liu Yiyun was telling the truth. He grinned so wide his mouth almost split.

Before leaving, he patted Liu Yiyun’s shoulder. “Good brother, next time I’ll treat you to a foot bath at Chunlai Pavilion. I’m off now.”

“Let’s go!”

Liu Yiyun watched Zhang Wei leave, and after his figure faded from sight, he turned and walked deeper into the Demon Suppression Prison.

Looking at the familiar eerie green candlelight and the rows of dim cells, he smiled...

If anyone else saw this, they’d surely think Liu Yiyun was locked in with the demons.

Where should he patrol today? Foundation Establishment beasts were a no-go; they gave too little experience.

Since only Golden Core beasts were an option, he might as well check on the long-legged, high-spirited senior sister!

Pfft! Thousand-year serpent demon!

Why did he always slip up?

“Tap.”

“Tap.”

With gloomy steps and a gloomy pace, Liu Yiyun approached a gloomy cell.

“Hehe, little snake, I’m coming in~”