The First Summoner - Chapter 47
Shen Yan fell silent.
She endured it.
“Bring me a potion.”
Feng Xingyao raised one hand.
A vial flew from the shelf and landed in his palm.
He passed it to her.
Shen Yan took the potion, opened it, and swallowed the contents without hesitation.
It acted quickly.
Some strength gradually returned to her body.
There was no spiritual energy inside the spatial domain. She could sense nothing here.
She had to leave.
As soon as Shen Yan recovered enough strength, she returned to the bed in her main room.
Countless motes of spiritual energy immediately surged toward her.
Her body had become an enormous vortex, drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy.
She did not remain lying down.
Shen Yan quickly sat upright and recalled the cultivation method she had read in the Shen family library.
She crossed her legs and began.
Draw spiritual energy into the body.
Advance one step at a time.
Her Body Spirit Bones and Core Spirit Bone grew hot.
Warmth swept through her as spiritual energy entered them.
Even her wounds hurt less.
Then—
Hum.
Her Body Spirit Bones successfully refined the spiritual energy, transforming it into spiritual power.
She broke through.
First level of the Yellow-rank realm.
Her body immediately felt lighter.
Then another breakthrough came.
She surged directly from the first level to the fourth, crossing three minor levels without stopping.
Only then did her aura stabilize.
Shen Yan slowly opened her eyes.
She looked down at her hands.
Indescribable excitement filled her.
She wanted to throw herself into battle and feel the madness, thrill, satisfaction, and security this new strength could provide.
Shen Yan suppressed the desire.
It was not enough.
She was still far from strong.
She needed power to avenge the original girl and to survive in this world.
With that thought, she returned to cultivation.
Every cultivator possessed Body Spirit Bones and a Core Spirit Bone.
Once both awakened, they could refine spiritual energy into spiritual power and formally begin cultivating.
Spiritual power gathered first within the Body Spirit Bones. Thus, a cultivator’s offensive and defensive strength both came from them.
The books recorded that after cultivation reached a certain threshold, spiritual power could gather inside the Core Spirit Bone.
That power was vastly more terrifying.
It could even tear open the void.
Yet the same records stated that no one on the Guiyuan Continent had ever succeeded in gathering spiritual power within their Core Spirit Bone.
The Body Spirit Bones extended throughout the body.
The Core Spirit Bone lay within the chest.
…
Dawn arrived.
Shen Yan summoned Hongri and Yinyue and asked them to prepare hot water. She needed to wash the sweat and grime from her body.
The two maids were horrified by her battered appearance.
They thought someone had beaten her during the night.
Once they heard her request, they hurried away without another question.
The bath was soon ready.
The moment Shen Yan entered the tub, every wound on her body began to sting.
Hongri and Yinyue had seen the extent of her injuries. Their eyes reddened, and they tried to persuade her not to bathe.
Shen Yan insisted.
She did not remain in the water long.
When she emerged, both women hurried to apply medicine and replace her bandages.
Hongri’s eyes were still red.
“Miss, were you badly hurt in Lingyan Forest yesterday?”
“It wasn’t too serious.”
“Miss, please take better care of yourself. Women all care about beauty. Your wounds may not be in obvious places, but if you marry one day, your husband will…”
“There will be no husband.”
Shen Yan spoke as though stating an ordinary fact.
Hongri stared at her.
“Miss, you don’t want to marry? Nangong Yu is dead now. You can choose someone else entirely.”
Shen Yan lowered her eyes.
“I don’t need one.”
During the apocalypse, she had seen countless once-loving couples turn upon each other to survive or profit.
They fought, betrayed, murdered.
She did not trust such fleeting emotions.
Love was often false.
Even when real, it could disappear in a moment.
She did not deny that some people loved one another more than anything and would willingly sacrifice themselves for their partner.
Hongri fell silent and looked toward Yinyue.
Yinyue signaled her to stop.
Hongri obediently closed her mouth.
“Miss,” Yinyue offered, “if you do not want scars, Xuanwu Kingdom has an auction house that sometimes sells Snowmist Ointment. It can fade scars and may even remove them completely.”
“An auction?”
“Yes. Of the nine border kingdoms in the Pingze Western Region, only Xuanwu Kingdom has an auction house. Whenever it holds a sale, powerful experts and nobles travel there to participate.”
The mention of Xuanwu Kingdom reminded Shen Yan of Jiang Xianyue.
“How often are the auctions held?”
“Once every three months. The next is in half a month.”
Hongri’s eyes widened.
She poked Yinyue’s arm and lowered her voice anxiously.
“You need an entry invitation to attend. Where would we find the money?”
They had severed ties with the Shen family.
Returning to ask the clan for help was impossible.
Yinyue’s expression became peculiar.
She knew Shen Yan still had tens of thousands of taels of gold in her storage ring.
Her mistress was wealthy now.
But if Shen Yan did not mention it herself, Yinyue would not reveal the secret to Hongri.
“Mm.” Shen Yan looked at Yinyue. “Investigate the auction for me.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Then Shen Yan turned to Hongri.
“Find out how my father is doing inside the Shen family.”
Hongri froze, then quickly nodded.
“All right.”
Shen Yan could not stop worrying about Shen Tianhao.
She hoped he remained safe.
After breakfast, Hongri and Yinyue left on their errands.
Only Shen Yan remained at the residence.
And the people secretly watching her.
She returned to her room.
At the fourth level of the Yellow-rank realm, she was slightly stronger than an ordinary cultivator.
It was still nowhere near enough to kill Shen Xue openly.
Shen Yan aligned her will with the contract.
She slowly raised one hand and tried to summon the Ninefold Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.
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