I Can Copy the Talents of All Creatures

"Also, the activity of his blood spiked far too quickly just now. It almost instantly reached the point of a Qi Blood rampage, and his internal temperature shot past the safety limit of 65°C. Normally, exceeding that temperature would inevitably damage his organs, causing the transformation to fail. Any future breakthroughs would have become nearly impossible..."

Yan Sea asked anxiously, "And now?"

"His internal temperature has spiked to 80°C, but his organs haven’t sustained any damage. In fact, they’re perfectly healthy. It’s just... I can’t understand it. Is this a medical miracle?"

"So, you’re saying Yu Fei is perfectly fine right now." A light seemed to dawn in Yan Sea’s eyes.

The nurse gave him a troubled look. "According to the data, nothing is normal. But his physical condition is completely unharmed. In fact, it’s developing in a positive direction..."

Suddenly, dense iron chains rose up, forcefully dragging a nascent, blood-colored azure dragon down to the bottom of the heart-lake without so much as a ripple.

Yan Sea’s voice trembled. "How much longer until he wakes up?"

The nurse snapped, "You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Who knows what kind of freaky Secret Technique you people are practicing? It completely defies logic."

Yan Sea fell silent, looking sheepish. He just watched Yu Fei in the cooling pod.

As a former Gang Qi Realm Martial Artist, Yan Sea was vastly knowledgeable. Seeing that Yu Fei’s condition was developing in a positive direction, he began to pull himself out of his despair and instinctively analyze the situation. When people are irrational, they often overlook the obvious.

The first thing that came to mind was Yu Fei’s unique Sword Intent—one that could even deceive his own senses. It was a type of Sword Intent he had never seen before, possessing incredible concealment abilities. ’Thinking of this, he suddenly understood why Yu Fei’s Qi Blood had been so dormant before. If that was the case, then the subsequent rampage also made sense.’

Sword Cultivators were Martial Artists known for their explosive power. ’Yu Fei’s progress must be going smoothly. He first conceals his presence, finds his target, and then delivers a single, fatal blow.’ This pattern fit the recent fluctuations in Yu Fei’s Qi Blood.

Besides, while the safe internal temperature for a first-realm Martial Artist during their Blood Gate transformation is 65°C, Yu Fei had far surpassed that. ’But I can’t forget,’ Yan Sea thought, ’this kid was able to absorb Yang-attribute Yuan Qi back when he perfected his foundational stance training. His body and organs are probably far more resilient than the average person’s.’

At this thought, a great weight lifted from Yan Sea’s shoulders. Everything was likely heading in the right direction. He had probably let his worry cloud his judgment and worked himself into a panic over nothing.

In truth, Yu Fei’s situation was not good at all. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The moment he took complete control of the Lotus Seed Will, the Lotus Sword Qi from the Primordial Qi Sword Lotus swarmed into his consciousness. Fortunately, he had just completed all the refining steps, and his consciousness had returned to his body, allowing him to barely withstand the onslaught.

According to Mr. Lanren’s plan, this step should have established the Tribulation Sword Dao Foundation. All that remained was to finish Breaking the Blood Gate.

However, Yu Fei hadn’t dealt with the Lotus Sword Qi initially. When it followed his consciousness back into his body, it split in two, instinctively seeking a place to settle.

The Primordial Qi Sword Lotus Seed existed in both physical and energy forms, and so did this Sword Qi.

The minuscule, physical strands of Sword Qi were like steel needles, forcibly embedding themselves throughout his body. Meanwhile, the energy-form Sword Qi delved even deeper, instinctively following the connection of his Sword Intent to pierce into his very soul.

The instantaneous, dual-pronged agony sent his Qi Blood into an even greater frenzy. Blood coursed through his veins like a torrent from a high-pressure jet, and his internal temperature climbed even higher.

Amidst this violent transformation, faint golden motes of starlight began to flicker within Yu Fei’s body. They were most concentrated in his blood, less so in his flesh, and fewest in his organs. This was the physical manifestation of the Supreme Yang Flame Qi he had absorbed day after day. It was these golden motes that protected him from the extreme heat generated by his rampaging Qi Blood.

Reacting to the sudden change in their environment, the two forms of Sword Qi from the Primordial Qi Sword Lotus instinctively began to remake Yu Fei’s body, adapting it to better suit the principles of the sword.

Lost in the agony, Yu Fei didn’t notice that after he had completely refined the Primordial Energy Sword Lotus Seed, a red talent slot had faintly appeared on the surface of the Fate-Defying Pearl. And as the Sword Qi continued to remake his body, a second, orange talent slot was also slowly taking shape.

The boundless agony lasted for over an hour before it finally subsided. Yu Fei was at last free. His heart was filled with lingering fear. ’I almost didn’t make it.’

Inside the cooling pod, alarm lights of every color flashed relentlessly. Having survived the ordeal, Yu Fei remained in a daze for a full ten minutes before his reason returned. The rampaging Qi Blood in his body gradually calmed. Mustering the last of his energy, Yu Fei began to regulate the flow of his Qi Blood. Before long, his vitals dropped back to safe levels.

When he stepped out of the cooling pod, the nurse stared at him as if he were a monster. In all her years of martial medicine, she had never seen a first-realm Martial Artist survive a Blood Gate transformation where their Qi Blood rampaged and their body temperature exceeded 90°C. Not only had he lived, but he had suffered no irreversible damage and could even continue his breakthrough.

’This is a medical miracle. If I could figure out the reason behind it, I’d probably win a major award.’

’But...’ The nurse considered it. ’At my level, I’d better just forget it.’ She would, however, save and upload all the data from his transformation. That was standard procedure.

Yan Sea watched Yu Fei nervously. He first handed him a bottle of level-two energy fluid. From his observation, even though Yu Fei was unharmed after enduring such intense internal heat, he must be incredibly thirsty.

After Yu Fei downed the entire bottle in one go, Yan Sea asked impatiently, "Did you suc—"

Before he could finish the word, a delicate and sharp strand of blood-red Sword Qi appeared, floating silently before his eyes. It was mysterious, elegant, and radiated killing intent. The Sword Qi felt as if it had always been there, only now becoming visible. A shimmer like moonlight on water flashed, and the inch-long, blood-red Sword Qi vanished once more.

Yan Sea scanned the area carefully but found nothing. Just as he was about to ask Yu Fei, he saw the Sword Qi reappear, now the size of a palm. It circled between Yu Fei’s fingers like a darting fish—beautiful, yet still suffused with killing intent.

Yan Sea stared, his eyes wide. This was the Tribulation Sword he had yearned for. This was the foundation of his master’s ultimate techniques, a one-of-a-kind inheritance in this world. It was his obsession, his inner demon. It was a debt, and it was a blessing.

Destiny...

He had always thought that when this day finally came, he would laugh maniacally, or sob uncontrollably, or grab a jug of wine and drink himself into a stupor...

But now that the day was here, his heart was utterly calm. It was like finishing a journey with no end, like waking from the deepest of dreams. He felt so incredibly relieved.

He smiled. It was just a small, simple smile—utterly pure.

Yu Fei, breathing heavily, looked up at Yan Sea and said softly, "Teacher... that’s all it was. I did it."

As he spoke, he couldn’t suppress a wide grin that revealed his back teeth.

Yan Sea gripped Yu Fei’s arm, lifting his hand slightly. He gazed at the blood-red Sword Qi circling Yu Fei’s palm and said with admiration, "It’s beautiful, isn’t it?"

He let go and looked again at the boy who had created a miracle. He was exhausted. He was beaming with pride. His name was Yu Fei, and he was his student.

Yan Sea’s voice was light, filled with relief.

"Yu Fei, congratulations... and thank you...

Go and finish the final leg of your Blood Gate transformation. When you come out, I’ll tell you the story of your grandmaster, an eighth-realm Great Sword Cultivator."

"Okay!"

After speaking, Yan Sea left. With every step, his back seemed to straighten. The clouds that had perennially shrouded his heart-lake scattered with his stride. By the time he was outside and had closed the door, his inner world was filled with a boundless, brilliant light. At the bottom of his heart-lake, a crimson azure dragon opened its eyes and, through the clear blue sky, met Yan Sea’s gaze.

He went to the rooftop and looked at an empty spot, a bright smile on his face. "Yuanyuan, be my Protector. Wait for me."

It was the same smile he wore ten years ago.

A gentle whisper seemed to answer on the wind: "Alright."

「In the Blood Gate Transformation Chamber」

Yu Fei was still toying with the blood-red Sword Qi. It moved as easily as his own limbs, but its current range seemed to be limited to a one-meter radius around him. The farther it got, the weaker its power became.

This ability to command the Sword Qi at will was what it meant to establish the Tribulation Sword Dao Foundation. It was also a manifestation of the Primordial Qi Sword Lotus Seed’s ’formless’ nature. In addition, Yu Fei discovered a faint tattoo of a sword-shaped lotus had appeared on the skin over his heart. This signified that the Primordial Qi Sword Lotus Seed had been completely refined and was now one with him.

"Student Yu Fei, I know you’ve successfully cultivated your school’s Secret Technique and you’re very happy right now, but could you please hold on? Don’t get too carried away just yet. You’re still in the Blood Gate transformation period; your breakthrough isn’t finished. You can joke around with your own future as a cultivator, but my job isn’t done, okay?

Can I please ask you to lie back down on the bed and rest? You’re exhausted."

With Yan Sea gone, the nurse could no longer contain her frustration and finally let Yu Fei have it.

’In her fifteen-plus years as a medic, she’d never met such an exasperating pair of master and student.’

Yu Fei apologized profusely and obediently turned to lie back down. He really was exhausted and desperately wanted to rest.