Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 148: Failed Breakthrough

Chapter 151: Failed Breakthrough

In cultivation, time loses its meaning, and seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Having obtained the Broken Aperture Pearl, Aizen had devoted all his recent efforts to opening his acupoints and unblocking his meridians.

Power, wealth, and beauty... These were pursuits worth striving for, but they all required a foundation of formidable strength.

At this moment, he was sitting inside a large water tank.

The tank, a heavy copper vessel more than half a Meter tall, was something he had scavenged from elsewhere. The water in the tank had been infused with valuable medicinal herbs.

Around the tank, copper pillars were strategically placed, arranged in a formation that seemed to adhere to certain geomantic principles.

Each copper pillar was topped with a spherical cap, oriented toward the direction of the rising sun.

This was a energy field of the environment Grand Formation.

Aizen sat in the water tank. Although he was seated, it was actually a form of stance training.

The Five Thunders correspond to the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The stance he practiced was the Water Thunder Stance of the Five Thunder Stances.

The surrounding copper pillars absorbed sunlight, and the spherical caps generated a unique magnetic field. With the autumn breeze and morning mist, a faint electric current was produced.

The current flowed through copper wires buried in the soil, conducting into the copper tank and merging with the herb-infused water before entering Aizen’s body.

By practicing the Water Thunder Stance, he absorbed the fiery energy of the magnetic field, harmonizing yin and yang. This prepared him to unleash lightning and thunder attacks, storing up the power of thunder and lightning.

With the aid of his internal energy, he used the thunder force to temper his body, making the process of unblocking his acupoints and meridians faster and smoother.

Thunder is the purest, most masculine force, capable of dispelling evil and illusion.

Although Aizen followed the path of the Demonic, he did not reject this force.

The Demonic Path was not equivalent to an evil path. It was distinct from the corpse-driving practices of the mysterious Western River region and from the sinister voodoo sorcery of the southern jungles.

There was a time when the Demonic Path was even revered as the Sacred Path, as people devoutly worshipped demons, considering them divine.

But Aizen did not regard demons as sacred.

A demon is simply a demon—unrelated to gods or saints.

Every true demon places faith only in themselves, believing that they alone are the walking embodiment of demonic power in the world.

Praying to god is less effective than worshipping demons—worshipping oneself.

By practicing the Thunder Stance, accumulating thunder power to temper his body and unblock his acupoints and meridians, Aizen was leveraging the forces of heaven and earth to achieve his ultimate breakthrough.

The copper tank’s water neutralized the force of the electricity, preventing his organs from being damaged by excessive current while gradually strengthening them through controlled stimulation.

This Small Thunder-Gathering Formation was a technique he had learned from a book of formation insights written by a certain Mr. Jones. Though he had only just begun to grasp its fundamentals, he had quickly applied and completed its setup.

Such formation manuals typically contained two or three detailed layouts and key points. Aizen had managed to learn only one at great expense, having spent 1,000 points of task Wisdom value to acquire it.

In the courtyard, Christopher stood guard for him.

While standing guard, he wielded a blade, slowly practicing.

He, too, was training, using the ironwood blade to practice the Waterfall Blade Technique as a way to stretch and maintain his Sorcery skills. Though his vitality had yet to fully recover, he could now move about, and he refused to let his skills deteriorate.

The saying goes: Train more when sore, train less when in pain, and don’t train at all when numb. Persevere in training, and you’ll avoid illness; slack off, and illnesses will abound.

Training was a discipline that could not be neglected. Having regained hope for strength, Christopher was determined not to fall back into despair.

Inside the copper tank, sweat dripped from Aizen’s brow.

He had reached a critical juncture in opening his acupoints. His facial skin flushed increasingly red, turning almost purplish, as if in a fit of rage. His hair stood on end, as though whipped by a fierce wind.

Christopher paused his blade practice.

He could tell Aizen was nearing the final threshold.

This was the moment to break through the Jade Pillow Acupoint, channeling energy to the Head Accupoint at the top of the head and connecting it throughout the body.

If this acupoint could be breached, all barriers would be cleared. The twelve primary meridians would be fully unblocked, and the Spiritual Meridians would open as well.

At that point, his internal energy would be pure and flawless, enabling him to ascend to the innate realm and achieve the True Person stage.

Yet in the Magus world, few ever managed to break through the Jade Pillow Acupoint and channel their energy to the entire body.

Aizen’s head veins bulged, his spinal vertebrae crackled audibly, and a mass of essence blood surged against the Jade Pillow Acupoint but failed to rise further.

The energy within him swirled, yet the pressure became increasingly unbearable.

"It’s no good."

Aizen’s momentum faltered, and the powerful internal energy, carrying a mass of essence blood, recoiled back to his Core. He exhaled a breath of turbid air laced with a faint metallic scent.

This was a discharge of impurities from within his body.

Although he had not succeeded in breaking through, nor had he fully opened the twelfth meridian or achieved complete clearance of his acupoints, his strength had still advanced slightly.

After days of tempering his body with thunder and lightning, his muscles, bones, flesh, and even his internal organs had undergone tremendous refinement.

Like an iron ingot heated in a forge and hammered repeatedly, he had grown tougher and more resilient.

The Demonic Body, a horizontal cultivation method, had reached the second stage of proficiency on this day.

If he advanced further to the level of mastery, he could begin practicing the next-Grade sixth-level technique—Demonic Spirit Body.

Even now, if an ordinary person were to attack him with a blade or sword, his tensed muscles would repel the weapon. His skin alone could block the edge, rendering it ineffective.

This marks the stage of Copper Skin, and even the Stone Bones are gradually transforming toward the strength of Iron Bones.

"Milord."

Christopher approached with purposeful strides, his gaze inquiring.

"No harm done," Aizen replied, leaping lightly from the copper tank without so much as a ripple of water.

"Yesterday, Vincent came to deliver a message, but you were cultivating, so I intercepted him. He mentioned that the Clan’s Grand Competition has concluded, and the matters you instructed him to handle have already been addressed."

"Hmm."

Aizen slowly walked out of the courtyard, his upper body bare. The defined yet not overly bulky muscles of his physique exuded a sense of strength and elegance, resembling the streamlined build of a leopard.

A female attendant waiting outside the courtyard quickly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and draped a white fur coat over his shoulders.

"Senior Brother Aizen."

From the archway of the garden ahead, Vincent entered and greeted him, "You’ve finally emerged from seclusion."

"What’s the situation? Has everything gone smoothly?"

Aizen reached for a handful of bran from a tray held by a female attendant and lightly scattered it into the courtyard pond.

Instantly, a school of koi fish darted forward, vying for the food, splashing water everywhere in a lively scene.

Aizen found a certain special satisfaction in this moment, and a greater ambition welled up within him.

He recalled how, once, Viggo had stood before him, casually tossing fish feed into the water, watching as the koi competed fiercely. Aizen had stood by, silently observing.

But now, it was different. Now, he was the one scattering the feed, while others stood by, watching him, not daring to show even a hint of disrespect.

Viggo was an inner disciple of the Heavenly Demon Clan, stationed in Treisenberg City.

Although Aizen had yet to become an inner disciple, as the consul stationed in Great plain City, his position and status were already comparable to Viggo’s.

What he lacked was strength.

"Everything went smoothly. Junior Sister Lilith ranked among the top five in the Clan’s Grand Competition. She’s already en route to Great Plain City. I’ve arranged for several junior disciples to accompany her on the journey and follow her instructions."

Vincent glanced at the fish scrambling for food in the pond, his gaze flickering briefly before lowering his head respectfully to report.