My Portable Spirit Farm: Rise of the Humble Servant

Chapter 252: Strength Improvement

Chen Ping stabilized his newly forged cultivation base, meticulously analyzing the unprecedented sensations radiating from the two Dantians now housed within his body.

His Lower Dantian—his primary core—held the Qi of his Level 6 Foundation Establishment Evergreen Art. It surged like a vast, unyielding river. In terms of sheer volume, it absolutely dwarfed his newly opened Upper Dantian.

This True Essence flowed relentlessly, acting as the structural pillar supporting his current cultivation realm.

But when he sank his Divine Sense into his Upper Dantian, the atmosphere was entirely alien.

There, thirty-six drops of black-and-white liquid True Essence silently orbited the Taiji Dao Foundation. Every single drop was compressed to a terrifying density, radiating a purity that made his Evergreen Art True Essence look like murky pond water.

In terms of sheer quality, the True Essence birthed by the new Dantian wasn’t just superior; it was an absolute massacre.

I never imagined… just stepping into Foundation Establishment, the gap in purity between the two techniques would be this obscene, Chen Ping thought, a heavy sigh escaping him.

And this was the improved Evergreen Art. This was True Essence that had been compressed and refined nearly ten times after he had violently forced open hidden Spirit Nodes.

Even with those brutal optimizations, it couldn’t even stand in the same room as the True Essence forged by the Nine Yin Nine Yang Scripture.

It was a stark, brutal reminder: a high-tier cultivation manual dictated a cultivator’s absolute ceiling.

Fortunately, his main Dantian compensated with overwhelming volume and a deep, unshakable foundation. As long as he didn’t compare it directly to his Upper Dantian, it was still a highly lethal weapon.

He pushed himself up from the futon and walked out of the cave dwelling. He needed raw data. He needed to find a desolate corner of the mountain to physically test the limits of his new destructive power.

Riding the frigid wind, he descended upon a jagged, isolated valley in the Back Mountain. It was a wasteland of craggy boulders and contained a massive, deep lake. The perfect testing ground.

He started with his most reliable weapon: the Fire Dragon Art.

With a thought, he siphoned the Evergreen Art Qi from his Lower Dantian and cast the technique.

WHOOSH! A blinding, crimson dragon roared into existence. Its physical mass had swollen significantly, stretching a full five zhang in length. A suffocating wave of thermal pressure blasted outward, instantly warping the freezing air into violent, shimmering distortions.

The fire dragon slammed into a massive, jagged bluestone.

BOOM! The boulder detonated. Shrapnel rained down on the valley. The remaining core of the stone was charred black, the edges glowing cherry-red as they began to liquefy.

It was a solid strike. The destructive yield was roughly 30 to 40 percent higher than his previous baseline—exactly the level of lethality expected from a Level 6 Foundation Establishment cultivator.

It was perfectly standard.

Chen Ping nodded, his expression flat. Then, he switched cores.

His Divine Sense locked onto the Upper Dantian, violently pulling the black-and-white True Essence through his Meridians. He executed the exact same hand seals for the Fire Dragon Art.

HISSS… The sound was entirely different. It wasn’t a roar; it was the high-pitched hiss of a super-heated cutting torch.

A torrent of blinding, blue-white flame erupted from his palms. It condensed into a fire dragon that was physically smaller—only three zhang in length—but the moment it manifested, the ambient temperature in the valley spiked to a catastrophic level.

The frozen dirt and gravel beneath Chen Ping’s boots began to silently melt into glass. The air wasn’t just distorted; it screamed, the extreme heat tearing violent, visible ripples through the atmosphere.

Chen Ping’s eyes narrowed into slits. With a flick of his wrist, he drove the blue-white dragon directly into another massive bluestone.

The moment the blue-white flames kissed the stone, there was no explosion.

It simply melted through it.

A perfectly smooth, perfectly cylindrical hole was instantly cored through the center of the boulder. The interior walls of the hole were completely vitrified, shining like dark glass.

A split second later, the surrounding mass of the boulder, unable to withstand the flash-fried thermal shock, violently spider-webbed and disintegrated into a pile of fine, smoking ash.

One strike. The core was vaporized, and the exterior was reduced to powder.

Chen Ping inhaled sharply, the super-heated air burning his lungs.

This power… the thermal density is psychotic. Was this the absolute, terrifying amplification the One Qi Primal Chaos Body provided to fire-attribute Arts?

The core temperature of the blue-white flame eclipsed standard True Fire by an absurd margin. A single direct hit from that dragon could melt a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator down to the bone.

It was a genuinely horrifying weapon.

If he reached the ninth layer of Foundation Establishment? The output would be unimaginable.

But Chen Ping wasn’t done. It was time to test his ultimate theory: Resonance Spellcasting.

He anchored his stance and began drawing heavily from his Lower Dantian, using the vast reserves of the Evergreen Art Qi to construct the massive physical framework of the technique. Simultaneously, he siphoned a focused, hyper-dense stream of One Qi Primal Chaos True Essence from his Upper Dantian, injecting it directly into the technique’s core as an explosive catalyst.

The moment the two energies touched, the technique’s matrix violently shuddered.

A bizarre, harmonic resonance screamed through his Meridians.

BOOM! An apocalyptic fire dragon ripped into the sky.

Its heart was that terrifying, blinding blue-white, while its outer armor was a violently churning maelstrom of deep crimson and purple fire.

The beast was gargantuan. It stretched a staggering ten zhang in length, its body thick as a tree trunk. Every single scale, claw, and fang was perfectly defined, burning with lethal clarity.

The sheer Pressure and ambient heat radiating from the dragon caused the surface of the deep lake to instantly boil, sending a massive geyser of white steam rocketing into the freezing sky.

It felt dangerously close to a true Divine Ability!

Even Chen Ping was momentarily stunned by the sheer, unadulterated violence he had just conjured. Gripping the technique’s tether with his Divine Sense, he brutally whipped the behemoth down into the center of the deep lake.

RUMBLE!!! It sounded like the sky was being torn in half.

The dragon smashed into the water, but the blue-white core refused to extinguish. It detonated.

Thousands of gallons of water were instantaneously flash-vaporized into nothingness, carving a massive, steaming crater directly into the lake.

A fraction of a second later, the kinetic shockwave hit.

A towering tsunami of displaced water was blasted hundreds of feet into the air, raining back down on the valley in a torrential, boiling downpour.

When the steam finally cleared, the water level of the entire lake had visibly dropped by several feet. The blast zone revealed the lakebed—the mud and bedrock were fused into a smoking, blackened sheet of glass.

The valley fell dead silent, save for the hiss of boiling water and the choking stench of sulfur.

Chen Ping stood perfectly still. His chest heaved slightly; the dual-cast had burned a massive chunk of True Essence from both Dantians.

But his eyes were wide, burning with a mix of absolute shock and cold, calculated ecstasy.

“This payload… even a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator would be a fool to try and tank it,” he whispered.

The destructive yield had shattered his most optimistic projections. Fusing the output of both Dantians had triggered a qualitative, evolutionary leap in his firepower.

He was absolutely certain now. If he dumped his entire arsenal and played every single trump card, he could genuinely go toe-to-toe with a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. He might even possess the lethality to kill one.

After letting his breathing settle, he ran a diagnostic on his new physical parameters.

He hadn’t trained a single body-tempering manual, yet the physiological rewrite triggered by the One Qi Primal Chaos Body was staggering. He could casually punch through solid granite without bruising his knuckles. The tensile strength of his skin felt equivalent to a Top Grade Tier 1 defensive Dharma Artifact.

His stamina was equally monstrous.

Previously, relying solely on his Lower Dantian, he could redline his Fire Dragon Art about a dozen times before his reserves ran dry.

Now, with both Dantians acting as a dual-core engine, his regeneration rate had spiked. He could unleash over 20 max-yield strikes and still have enough fuel left to execute a tactical retreat.

His reaction speed, the raw torque of his Divine Sense, his microscopic control over his flying swords, and even the speed at which he could lay down Formations had all undergone a brutal, comprehensive upgrade.

“This is an absolute paradigm shift,” Chen Ping exhaled, a rare, genuine smile touching his lips.

The terrifying advantage of cultivating a Heaven-grade manual was finally bearing fruit. Given enough time, he would be an absolute apex predator within his own cultivation tier.

It’s just a shame, he thought, a flicker of irritation crossing his mind. The Nine Yin Nine Yang Scripture only charts a path to the Soul Formation realm. It’s an incomplete manual. He shook his head.

Worrying about the Soul Formation realm when he was still grinding in Foundation Establishment was peak arrogance.

His primary cultivation realm hadn’t shifted—he was still technically at the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment. But his actual, functional combat power had mutated into something entirely different.

Cultivation realm was the foundation, but raw, lethal strength was the only currency that kept you alive in this world.

With this new arsenal, even if he stumbled across a monster he couldn’t kill, his odds of surviving the retreat had just multiplied tenfold.