**Dragon's Rest City, Greenwood Town – The Luo Household**

"Emergency! Young Master Luo Yun's Flame Toxin is flaring up again!"

"You—go fetch a first-grade Clear Spirit Pill to suppress the toxin!"

"And you—hurry and summon the Clan Leader!"

On the training grounds, several servants carried a young man on a stretcher, their faces twisted in panic as they sprinted frantically.

The boy on the stretcher writhed in agony, his features contorted, his skin flushed an eerie, fiery red—burning to the touch!

Numerous clan disciples cast sidelong glances, their expressions dripping with scorn and resentment.

"How many precious pills must we waste on this useless trash before they give up?"

"What does this good-for-nothing do besides drag our Luo Clan down?"

"Worthless is worthless—no matter how many elixirs you feed him!"

"Tch. Well, his father *is* the Clan Leader. What can we do?"

The boy on the stretcher was Luo Yun, sixteen years old—the Clan Leader's son.

From the moment of his birth, the heavens had marked him as extraordinary.

Night had shattered. The stars had fled.

The vast, darkened sky had turned to blinding daylight in an instant—a blazing sun hanging high at its zenith!

People often say that extraordinary signs at birth foretell an extraordinary destiny.

Luo Yun was indeed a prodigy. By the age of six, he had already reached the first level of the Minor Awakening Realm. At seven, he soared to the fifth level, and by eight, he had achieved the ninth level!

He was on track to break into the Innate Realm before turning ten—a feat unseen in the Eastern Divine Dynasty for over ten thousand years.

Luo Yun’s unprecedented talent didn’t just shake the city of Wolong; it sent tremors through the entire dynasty, even capturing the attention of the imperial family.

The mighty Crown Prince himself journeyed to Qinglin Town, making a special trip just for Luo Yun.

The prince declared that once Luo Yun entered the Innate Realm, he would take him to the imperial capital, providing him with the finest resources and the most esteemed mentors. His goal? To forge Luo Yun into the brightest rising star of the Eastern Divine Dynasty.

From that moment on, Luo Yun was hailed as the "Greatest Genius Under the Heavens."

Praise and accolades poured in endlessly, and suitors flocked to the Luo family, wearing out their doorstep. The lord of Wolong City even rushed to adopt Luo Yun as his foster son.

Thanks to Luo Yun, the Luo family’s status in Wolong City rose like the tide. Some predicted that within three years, they would undoubtedly ascend to become the city’s foremost family.

But just as the Luos were treating Luo Yun as their savior, an unexpected turn of events stripped him of all his glory in an instant.

That year, at the age of nine, Luo Yun not only failed to break through the ninth level of the Minor Awakening Realm—his cultivation began to plummet instead.

In the blink of an eye, he plummeted from the pinnacle of the Ninth Heaven Realm to the First Heaven Realm, his cultivation nearly reduced to that of an ordinary mortal.

To make matters worse, he was afflicted with a scorching poison that flared up three times a month, each episode wracking his body with unbearable agony.

The Luo family was thrown into panic, summoning countless renowned physicians in desperate attempts to cure him—yet none succeeded.

Even the Crown Prince arrived with eighteen imperial physicians, only to leave empty-handed after exhausting every possible remedy.

And so, a once-shining star fell from grace.

The Crown Prince departed in disappointment, never again mentioning his promise to take Luo Yun to the imperial capital.

The stream of visiting dignitaries, matchmakers, and enthusiastic city lords dried up overnight.

The brightest genius under the heavens had become the greatest laughingstock.

The Luo family’s fortunes collapsed just as swiftly, tumbling from the ranks of the elite to a third-tier clan.

The higher the hopes, the crueler the fall.

The entire Luo clan blamed Luo Yun for their downfall—yet none stopped to consider who had brought them their former glory in the first place.

Luo Yun became the family’s eternal disgrace, even the eternal shame of Wolong City.

Only his father, Luo Honglie, never gave up on him.

*"Heaven has wronged my son,"* he declared, his voice thick with defiance. *"But so what? If the heavens won’t cherish him, I will!"*

**"Even if Yun'er truly can't cultivate for the rest of his life, I'll still take care of him!"**

...

Inside the room.

Luo Yun slowly regained consciousness. His body had been gently cleaned, and fresh clothes now draped over him.

On the table, a warm meal waited over a low flame.

All of it—prepared silently by his father.

He tended to his son quietly, then left without a word.

For seven years, it had always been this way.

A father's love needed no words.

Luo Yun's nose stung, and his throat tightened with emotion.

Seven years had passed since Luo Yun had been reduced to a "worthless cripple." In that time, he had weathered the cruelest highs and lows of life.

He had seen through the fickleness of human nature—how warmth turned to coldness, how the world abandoned those who fell from grace.

In this world where strength reigned supreme, those blessed with talent were worshipped like stars.

But once a tiger stumbled into the plains, even stray dogs dared to take a bite.

For seven long years, only his father had stood unshaken by his side, silently supporting him from the shadows.

Despite his son's "incompetence," the father never uttered a single word of complaint. Instead, he loved him even more.

These seven years had taught Luo Yun a profound truth—only family bonds were truly worth cherishing.

He never felt he owed anyone anything, except his father.

Because of his "useless" son, his father, who should have been revered as the clan leader, had instead endured countless whispers and scorn behind his back.

"Hah..."

Luo Yun let out a sigh, mocking himself bitterly, "Is it fate that someone from Earth can never master martial arts?"

That's right—he was a transmigrator.

Back on Earth, he had died a hero's death, stabbed by a knife-wielding thug while trying to save others. Then, he woke up in the body of nine-year-old Luo Yun.

He had often asked himself—perhaps his transmigration was the reason the real Luo Yun had fallen from genius to failure.

He really was nothing but a curse.

**Thud!**

His fist, clenched in frustration, slammed heavily onto the bed frame.

Just then—a strange sensation suddenly stirred in his abdomen.

"Hmm?"

Luo Yun furrowed his brows as he focused inward, examining his dantian.

There, it remained—a swirling mass of chaotic energy.

This was the root of his inability to cultivate.

For ordinary martial artists, the dantian shone like a brilliant star, the core of their power.

But Luo Yun’s dantian had long been missing, replaced by this formless, turbulent mist.

Because of it, he couldn’t sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, nor could he advance in any realm.

Yet now—this very same chaotic energy that had tormented him for seven years was violently churning!

**BOOM!**

Without warning, the mist exploded outward!

Countless dazzling streaks of light shot in all directions, only to be pulled back by an unseen force.

Slowly, they coalesced into a shimmering, rotating... **galaxy.**

Luo Yun’s jaw dropped in shock. A wild suspicion flickered in his mind—one that reignited a fire in his long-dormant heart.

The dantian...

It *was* his dantian!

He had regained his dantian!

No, wait—this wasn’t just one dantian.

It was a hundred!

Luo Yun’s scalp tingled as he counted the sudden surge of dantians within him.

A full hundred!

If an ordinary person’s dantian was like a single star, then Luo Yun’s was an entire galaxy!

What did this even mean?

Before he could process it, another overwhelming sensation crashed over him.

Hunger.

A maddening, all-consuming hunger devoured him.

Luo Yun frantically wolfed down the meal his father had left for him, stuffing himself until his stomach ached.

Yet the unnatural hunger didn’t fade—it only grew stronger.

“This isn’t normal hunger. This is…”

A flash of realization lit his eyes.

Without hesitation, he rolled off the bed and pulled two wooden chests from a hidden compartment in the floor.

Lifting the lid, Luo Yun found two entire chests filled with first-grade elixirs!

His father had never given up on him. Over the past seven years, the man had tirelessly gathered all kinds of medicinal pills for his son.

But Luo Yun knew his condition all too well—it wasn’t something that could be fixed by simply consuming elixirs.

So he had quietly stored them away, never using them.

Now, at last, these precious pills would serve their purpose!

The two chests contained a staggering two hundred elixirs of all varieties—some for tempering the body, others for nourishing the soul, some for strengthening meridians, and still others for breaking through cultivation barriers.

Luo Yun knew he didn’t need nourishment—his body was already far too robust.

What he desperately needed now was to elevate his realm!

"First-grade high-tier Body Tempering Pill!"

Holding a crimson pill between his fingers, Luo Yun’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

As expected, the quality of the elixirs his father had provided was exceptional.

Without hesitation, he swallowed the pill in one gulp.

Elixirs were refined from countless rare herbs, each pill condensing the essence of dozens—sometimes even hundreds—of spiritual plants.

Given Luo Yun’s current cultivation level—only at the first stage of the Minor Threshold Realm—fully absorbing a first-grade high-tier pill would normally take at least half a month.

Even a master at the Minor Ascension Ninth Layer would need at least three days.

Luo Yun was well aware of this and had prepared himself for a long period of secluded cultivation.

As the Body Refining Pill dissolved in his stomach, a rich, fragrant aroma instantly spread through his senses. Without delay, he activated his cultivation technique to refine the pill’s medicinal properties. The potent energy rapidly diffused throughout his body, coursing smoothly along his countless meridians and circulating through every inch of his being.

This was his first time actively channeling his cultivation technique, and the sensation left Luo Yun exhilarated.

*So this is what it feels like to harness inner energy?*

As someone from Earth, he had only experienced the concept of cultivation through Luo Yun’s memories. But now, experiencing it firsthand—it was truly profound!

Yet, after barely the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Luo Yun’s eyes snapped open in shock.

The high-grade Body Refining Pill—meant to last half a month—had already been completely absorbed!

“The speed at which I refine pills… it’s unbelievable!”

“Is this the benefit of having a hundred dantians?”

When he checked his cultivation level again, he was stunned to find he had already reached the Minor Ascension Fourth Layer!

"Can I... have another one?"

A top-grade Tier-1 elixir, consumed within the time it took to finish a cup of tea—this left Luo Yun feeling somewhat uncertain.

Yet, seven long years of being unable to cultivate, enduring endless mockery and scorn, had forged in him a hunger for power that ordinary people could never comprehend.

He pondered aloud, "Taking elixirs is like eating—there's always a 'saturation point.'"

"If your body has already absorbed its limit and you force down another pill, you'll explode from the inside out."

"But... why do I still feel this overwhelming hunger?"

"Does that mean my body hasn't even come close to reaching its saturation point?"

"Enough hesitation! Let's try again!"

His desperate yearning for strength momentarily overrode his reason.

A second top-grade Tier-1 Body Refining Pill slid down his throat.

Just like before, within the span of a single cup of tea, the pill was fully digested.

Minor Realm—Fifth Layer!

Sixth Layer...

Seventh Layer...

**Eighth Layer!**

The rapid advancement in his cultivation realm sent waves of exhilaration coursing through Luo Yun’s heart.

Yet, the gnawing hunger deep within his body quickly replaced his joy with creeping unease.

*Two pills already, and I’m still this ravenous?*

“No way… Do I really have to take another one?”

“Screw it!”

“One more, and I should break through to the Innate Realm!”

He swallowed the pill and resumed refining its energy.

Luo Yun sat motionless, eyes tightly shut, his expression tense with focus.

For an ordinary Lesser Ascension Realm martial artist, digesting a single high-grade Tier 1 pill would typically saturate the body for months!

Those with weaker constitutions might even need a full year before daring to consume a second.

But Luo Yun—with his one hundred dantians—had devoured and refined three pills in the time it took to drink three cups of tea!

And then… his cultivation realm shifted again, shocking him anew.

**Lesser Ascension Realm…**

**Twelfth Layer!**

**"What is this?"**

Luo Yun's eyes snapped open, disbelief flashing across his face.

By all logic, after reaching the ninth level of the Minor Realm, one should ascend directly to the first level of the Innate Realm!

Yet—he had shattered the boundary between realms!

*Gurgle…*

His stomach growled again, as if urging him to swallow another pill.

**"Still more?"**

A Minor Realm martial artist, gulping down three high-grade first-tier pills in one go—if anyone saw this, they’d drop dead from sheer shock!

This was madness. It was practically suicide!

Luo Yun gritted his teeth.

**"Fine, I'll take another!"**

**"Let’s see just how far the limits of these hundred dantian pills can go!"**