A surge of crimson energy erupted from him, twisting through the air, as immense heat began to radiate. And this was no ordinary flame technique. It did not simply burn but could devour anything related to qi.
The air around him trembled as a strange, formless energy began to gather. This was the Fateless Dao Qi, the essence of the world untouched by destiny or fate, a force that most cultivators ignored in the pursuit of structured, recognized Dao paths.
But He knew better, as he had long theorized that Fateless Dao Qi held the key to breaking free from the shackles of predestination from the Heavenly Dao.
Though he couldn't solely rely on it, as the world itself would not recognize him and may reject him in the future, if he overused it. So, he can only use it a limited time at a certain realm.
As the Heavenless Qi Devourer activated, streams of invisible energy rushed around his body, merging with his flesh, bones, and meridians. As the energy gathered around his body. His cells began to burn with raw power, his muscles tensed, and his spiritual core expanded, refining itself beyond the limitations of ordinary cultivation.
A faint smile tugged at his lips and murmured: "What raw energy, Had I not used the specific art for the Fateless qi, I would have turned into dust."
The process was working. His reborn body was absorbing this formless power, strengthening itself in ways even the highest cultivation methods of his past life had failed to achieve.
"Let's form dantian before they arrive."
As he absorbed the energy, he slowly formed the intricate hand sign. And began to guide the chaotic energy within his meridian.
The energy swirled in his abdomen, condensing with every sign he formed. The searing heat began to burn his body from within, but he endured. With each breath, the foundation of his cultivation restructured itself, and slowly began to take a form of dantian.
A roaring vortex of crimson flame surrounded him as the final hand sign locked into place. A deep, crashing sound echoed through his body as the energy solidified. And In that moment, his dantian was born, tempered by the devouring flame and fused with the boundless Fateless Dao Qi.
Baili Yunfeng exhaled slowly, feeling the newfound power settle within him: "Finally, Its completed. The Fateless qi truly live up to its reputation, By forming the single dantian I have gained the strength of foundation initial stage. Truly marvelous."
He took a deep breath, adjusting the immense surge of energy flowing through his body. His strength had increased exponentially, but needed time to stabilize it. Controlling the newly formed dantian was paramount. He carefully circulated his energy, ensuring balance within his meridians.
Having adjusted his newly power, he thought My circumstance is different from the previous life. If I wanted to move undetected, I had to play the part of a weak and helpless cultivator.
A smirk flickered across his lips before he allowed his body to go limp. His breathing grew faint, his eyes fluttering shut as he feigned unconsciousness and waited for the guard of marquise adobe.
Moments later, the sound of approaching footsteps rustled through the forest. Armored guards, bearing the insignia of the Sword Marquis Abode, came upon his motionless form.
"A child?" the guard muttered, eyeing Baili Yunfeng suspiciously. "And he's barely breathing."
"I'll take him to young master and let him decide his fate."
As he lifted his body, Baili Yunfeng remained still, his mind already calculating his next move. The pieces were falling into place.
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Baili Yunfeng's consciousness stirred as he felt himself being carried through the halls of a grand estate. He knew exactly where he had been taken, the Sword Marquis Abode.
Soon, he was placed inside a lavish chamber, his body laid upon a soft bed. He kept his breathing slow and controlled, waiting for the right moment.
"Young Master Xie, we found this one in the forest. He was barely alive," one of the guards reported.
A youthful voice responded, "Oh? He survived in that vast jungle region? Interesting. Leave him here; I will take a look."
Hearing the retreating footsteps of the guards, Baili Yunfeng knew it was time. He let out a low groan, his eyelids fluttering as if he were regaining consciousness. His vision adjusted to see a young man standing before him, Xie Tianyang, the second heir to the Sword Marquis Abode.
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Xie Tianyang narrowed his eyes: "You're awake. Who are you?"
Baili Yunfeng coughed weakly, his gaze filled with confusion and vulnerability: "I... I don't remember much. Just pain... and darkness."
Xie Tianyang studied him, his sharp gaze assessing: "You don't seem ordinary. To survive in that place alone is no small feat."
Yunfeng's expression twisted into one of doubt and hesitation. He hesitated, as if lost in his thoughts before whispering, "Perhaps fate has abandoned me. Perhaps I was meant to perish. But if Young Master Xie is willing... perhaps I can find purpose again."
Xie Tianyang raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Purpose? And what purpose would that be?"
Baili Yunfeng sighed, lowering his head: "I have no past, no family. Only the skills I've honed through suffering. You saved my life, and I have nothing else to offer but my blade and my loyalty. A stray sword needs a master. If Young Master Xie is willing to take me in, I shall carve your enemies apart."
Xie Tianyang smirked, sensing something off about Yunfeng's words, but he was intrigued nonetheless. "Very well. Serve me well, and we shall see where this takes you."
"Thank You, Young Master." he bowed deeply.
A victorious glint flickered in Baili Yunfeng's gaze. The first step of his plan had begun.
Hehe... Don't disappoint me again in this life, Xie Tianyang
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(I'm back guys and will be resuming this fic. And about Xie Tianyang, he was naive but not arrogant to kill anyone he sees in the beginning of the manhwa. So, Our mc was able to gain a slight trust from him.)