My Portable Spirit Farm: Rise of the Humble Servant

Chapter 251: Second Foundation Establishment

Outside the cave dwelling, time slipped away in silence.

The trees blanketing the mountain turned a vibrant green, faded to a sickly yellow, and finally stripped themselves bare.

Before long, a thick blanket of pristine white snow buried the clearing outside the heavy stone doors, while goose-feather snowflakes continued to drift lazily from the iron-gray sky.

The bitter chill of another deep winter had arrived.

Chen Ping surfaced from his profound meditation. He walked to the entrance of his cave dwelling and stared out at the silver-clad world, feeling a momentary sense of displacement.

Time was a ruthless thing. When a cultivator buried themselves in Secluded Cultivation, the years vanished without a sound. A full year had slipped down his throat as easily as a sip of cold water.

Fortunately, the harvest of this past year was monumental.

He had thoroughly deciphered the first stage—the Qi Condensation stage—of the Nine Yin Nine Yang Scripture and cultivated it to absolute Perfection.

During this process, he realized his previous assumptions had been flawed.

The so-called Yin Yang Body was a misnomer; its true name and fundamental essence was the One Qi Primal Chaos Body.

Forging this constitution granted two terrifying, fundamental advantages.

First, it provided a massive, structural amplification to the destructive power of his Arts.

Once the One Qi Primal Chaos Body was established, the raw output of any Art he cast would undergo a qualitative leap, instantly eclipsing the capabilities of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Furthermore, if he continued on this path and eventually forged the “Three Qi Primal Chaos Body,” he would naturally Awaken a heaven-shaking divine ability: the Samadhi True Fire!

Once that happened, even the most basic, casually flicked fire-attribute Art would wield power infinitely approaching a true divine ability. It was a horrifying prospect.

Second, it offered the ultimate tempering of the physical vessel.

The violent convergence of Yin and Yang into primal chaos would fundamentally rewrite his physiology, supercharging his blood vitality and continuously reinforcing his bones and muscle fibers.

Theoretically, his physical body could be tempered to rival the density of an actual Dharma Treasure. Catching flying swords bare-handed wouldn’t just be an arrogant boast—it would be a tactical reality!

This was the true, heaven-defying terror of the Nine Yin Nine Yang Scripture. It didn’t just improve the density of his Qi; it triggered a comprehensive, evolutionary metamorphosis of his entire being.

Now, the nine Yang acupoints and nine Yin acupoints of the first stage had been blown wide open. The dual forces of Yin and Yang surged through his Meridians in perfect, abundant harmony. He was only missing the final, critical step.

“It’s time.”

Chen Ping muttered to himself, his gaze sharpening into twin blades.

He turned his back on the snow and returned to the futon in the center of his quiet room. He steadied his breathing, emptied his mind, and honed his physical state to its absolute peak.

Then, his consciousness sank into his Upper Dantian (located in the center of his chest), and he began driving the Foundation Establishment method of the Nine Yin Nine Yang Scripture.

His accumulated energy was more than sufficient. His comprehension was flawless.

The breakthrough process was shockingly seamless. He encountered absolutely zero resistance, blowing past the Bottleneck as easily as water breaching a paper dam.

He didn’t even encounter a whisper of an Inner Demon. Since his first breakthrough into the Foundation Establishment realm, his Dao Heart had been forged into cold, unyielding iron. Ordinary Inner Demons couldn’t even dent his psyche anymore.

Under his Inner Sight, a primordial, ancient Dao Foundation began to slowly condense and take shape within his Upper Dantian.

This Dao Foundation was exceptionally peculiar. It wasn’t a standard monochromatic crystal or a swirling vortex of energy. It was a slowly rotating, perfectly balanced black-and-white Taiji diagram!

It looked fundamentally different from a standard dark Dao Foundation.

The black and white energies coiled and intertwined, maintaining a flawless, symbiotic equilibrium. It was the absolute physical manifestation of Yin and Yang—two opposing forces containing the seed of the other within themselves.

Simultaneously, in the deepest, most shadowed recesses of Chen Ping’s Sea of Consciousness, a dual-colored, black-and-white lotus bud materialized. It hovered in the silence, radiating a soft, hypnotic light.

This was the unmistakable hallmark of successfully forging the One Qi Primal Chaos Body!

Then, the Taiji Dao Foundation bared its fangs.

It began to violently gorge itself on the vast reserves of Yin and Yang forces stockpiled within Chen Ping’s body, aggressively compressing the ambient energy into liquid True Essence.

One drop. Two drops. Three drops… The speed was blistering.

In the blink of an eye, 18 drops of liquid True Essence had condensed!

18 drops was already three times the foundational True Essence limit of an ordinary, newly advanced Foundation Establishment cultivator.

But it didn’t stop there.

The condensation speed showed zero signs of plateauing.

20 drops… 25 drops… 30 drops…

It wasn’t until the 32nd drop materialized that the ferocious momentum finally began to drag.

But the Taiji Dao Foundation wasn’t satisfied. It continued to emit a ravenous, desperate craving for more energy.

Chen Ping’s expression darkened.

He had severely underestimated the obscene volume of Qi required to fully manifest a Dao Foundation born from the Nine Yin Nine Yang Scripture.

The Tier 3 Spirit Gathering Array powering his cave dwelling was already operating at maximum capacity, but the ambient Heaven and Earth Qi it funneled in was being devoured faster than it could be replenished!

Then, a far more terrifying crisis erupted.

Starved of external Qi, the nascent Dao Foundation in his Upper Dantian operated on pure survival instinct. It turned its sights inward, violently locking onto the Lower Dantian and forcibly siphoning the Level 6 Foundation Establishment True Essence he had cultivated through the Evergreen Art!

A crushing, nauseating wave of physical weakness slammed into Chen Ping.

In his Inner Sight, the Dao Foundation resting in his Lower Dantian flickered and dimmed. The Qi he had painstakingly accumulated over years of blood and sweat was actually reversing its flow, being violently ripped upward and cannibalized by the black-and-white vortex in his chest!

Two Dantians. Two cultivation bases. They were tearing each other apart!

Cold sweat instantly drenched Chen Ping’s forehead.

This was a catastrophe. If he let this parasitic drain continue, the Upper Dantian would literally dismantle and devour his Lower Dantian to finish its own condensation.

If that happened, his hard-earned Level 6 Foundation Establishment cultivation would plummet. His original Dao Foundation might even shatter entirely, leaving him crippled.

There was only one brutal, pragmatic solution: sever the limb to save the life.

He would have to manually sever the connection between the two Dantians, deliberately crippling a portion of his Lower Dantian’s cultivation, and aggressively force-feed the remaining Qi into his chest to guarantee the perfect formation of his second Dao Foundation.

The second Dao Foundation was the core of the One Qi Primal Chaos Body. Its Potential and tactical value infinitely eclipsed his Evergreen Art cultivation.

It was an agonizing sacrifice, but it was the only logical choice for survival.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Ping rallied his Divine Sense, preparing to bring the metaphysical axe down.

Right at that hair-trigger moment, the mysterious Jade Pendant floating silently in the abyssal depths of his Lower Dantian pulsed.

A single, microscopic wisp of impossibly pure, vibrant purple mist drifted out from the jade.

The purple mist drifted upward, phasing effortlessly into the frantic black-and-white Dao Foundation in his Upper Dantian.

It was like a deluge of sweet rain hitting a cracked, starving desert.

The moment the purple Qi made contact, the rotating Taiji diagram shuddered violently. It emitted a low, resonant hum, instantly achieving absolute stabilization and receiving a surge of primordial nourishment.

It immediately ceased its cannibalization of the Lower Dantian, pivoting its entire focus to digesting the incomprehensible volume of spiritual essence packed within that single wisp of purple mist.

The final four drops of True Essence condensed in a fraction of a second!

Finally, the violent turbulence ceased. Deep within his Upper Dantian, exactly 36 drops of liquid True Essence orbited the central black-and-white Taiji Dao Foundation like a cluster of brilliant stars.

36 drops. Chen Ping let out a ragged, disbelieving breath.

When a mythical Heavenly Spirit Root cultivator successfully breached Foundation Establishment, they maxed out at 27 drops.

His second Dao Foundation had just forged 36.

The foundational density and terrifying Potential of his second Dantian had just shattered every single expectation he had ever dared to hold!

The crisis was averted.

Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes. Deep within his pupils, twin flashes of black and white energy sparked and faded into the darkness.

Feeling the suffocating, oceanic reservoir of power sitting in his chest, and the Yin-Yang vitality roaring through his veins, a complicated mix of profound shock and absolute ecstasy washed over his features.

The One Qi Primal Chaos Body was complete!

Chen Ping opened his eyes and immediately summoned the Jade Pendant from his Dantian…

After a thorough inspection, he found the pendant unchanged, and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

If the Jade Pendant had suffered any damage due to his breakthrough to Foundation Establishment, it would have been a truly unacceptable loss.

After all, the Jade Pendant was his foundation.

As long as the pendant remained, there were infinite possibilities, and infinite opportunities to return from the brink of death!

Chen Ping stored the pendant away and strode confidently out of the cave dwelling…