Chapter 11: The Majestic Might of Heaven

“I’ve succeeded! I am no longer the worthless person others once saw me as!”

At this moment, an excited smile blossomed across Jiang Yueli’s face, her eyes sparkling brilliantly with newfound radiance.

She could clearly feel the transformation within herself—a surge of overwhelming spiritual power coursing through every fiber of her being, every vein teeming with vibrant life.

What thrilled her most was the faint sensation that not only had her Exquisite Supreme Heart been restored, but she had also acquired an extraordinarily powerful new constitution.

This constitution, forged and refined by the essence of the Phoenix Spirit and the supreme Phoenix blood, granted her the Immortal Phoenix Body—true rebirth through fire, undying and indestructible.

All of this was a gift from her master, who had not only taken her in but had helped her undergo a phoenix-like rebirth, replenishing all that she had lost and making her stronger than ever before.

Now, she finally had a chance to stand proudly before the Jiang family and make those who had wronged her pay the price.

“Master… thank you…” Jiang Yueli lifted her head, tears choking her voice as she looked at the man before her.

Since her parents’ death, she had never shed a tear, but now they flowed freely—not for anything else, but because Li Tianyuan had given her a chance at rebirth, making her feel truly alive again.

“Silly girl…” Li Tianyuan’s eyes softened as he gazed at her.

“Since you call me master, remember this always: whatever happens, I will bear it for you. Understand?”

“Master, you’re so kind!” Jiang Yueli said, deeply moved, her eyes reddened as tears streamed down her cheeks, dropping to the ground.

Though young, she was already wise beyond her years and understood the meaning of gratitude.

“Enough crying, silly girl. You’ve been reborn; this is a joyous occasion—it’s time to smile.”

Li Tianyuan gently reached out to wipe the tears from Jiang Yueli’s face.

Hearing his words, she wiped away her tears and smiled, the crystal-clear droplets on her cheeks enhancing her exquisite beauty, like pear blossoms kissed by rain—delicate and touching.

“Hmm!”

She nodded firmly, forcing back the moisture in her eyes, revealing a bright smile.

***

“By the way, disciple, was it the Jiang family who extracted your Exquisite Supreme Heart?” Li Tianyuan asked.

“Yes. My heart is still inside Jiang Lan of the Jiang family. Sometimes I can clearly feel its heartbeat,” Jiang Yueli nodded, anger flashing across her face at the mention.

Jiang Lan was the granddaughter of Jiang Huai’an, head of the Jiang family, while she was merely a distant relative, both born on the same year, month, and day.

At birth, Jiang Lan was ordinary, but Jiang Yueli’s arrival had caused heavenly phenomena—auspicious lights, the sounds of phoenixes and mythical birds, even celestial radiance enveloped her.

Innocent men carry guilt for their treasures.

Because of this, Jiang Lan’s parents coveted her power. Shortly after her birth, they used forbidden arts to forcibly extract the Exquisite Supreme Heart from her body and transplant it into Jiang Lan.

They also secretly murdered her parents. If not for a compassionate elder in the clan who pitied her and could not bear to see her perish, she would have long been dead, unable to exist today.

Though spared complete annihilation out of respect for that elder, Jiang Lan’s parents still sent people to secretly watch over her, preventing any chance of resurgence.

“Heh, the Jiang family…” Li Tianyuan snorted coldly, a gleam of frost passing through his eyes.

“In that case, disciple, cultivate hard. When you grow strong enough, I will accompany you back to the Jiang family. You will personally slay Jiang Lan.”

“Yes, Master!” Jiang Yueli nodded firmly, her heart resolute. One day, she would reclaim everything that was rightfully hers.

“Good. Now, I will teach you the Lingyun Sword Peak’s cultivation technique—the Lingyun Feather Transcendence. This technique is extraordinary; practice it diligently,” Li Tianyuan said slowly, his voice full of certainty.

The Lingyun Feather Transcendence was the pinnacle technique of Lingyun Sword Peak. Though incomplete—the last four levels lost to time—the first five levels remained, and as an immortal art, it was coveted by countless cultivators.

Without further delay, he pointed a finger, and a jade slip instantly flew toward Jiang Yueli.

“Master, rest assured, I will practice earnestly!” Jiang Yueli caught the jade slip, and her mind immediately filled with unfamiliar characters, containing profound and subtle mysteries.

Li Tianyuan waved his hand casually and said, “Within Lingyun Sword Peak, there are many idle caves and training halls. Choose one yourself to cultivate.”

***

“With your talent, you should quickly master the Lingyun Feather Transcendence.”

“If you have any questions, come to me at any time.”

“Yes! I won’t disturb your quiet cultivation further.”

Jiang Yueli said respectfully, gave a slight bow, and turned to leave the hall.

After she left, Li Tianyuan casually formed a hand seal, and the mountain’s protective array lit up.

From the outside, Lingyun Sword Peak was veiled in a thick mist, its true form obscured.

Having completed this, Li Tianyuan’s spirit sank deep into his mind as he spoke to the system, “Brother Tongzi, activate the Heavenly Dao Creation Body!”

Boom!

In an instant!

An immense, surging energy swept through him, like thousands of galloping horses, rivers cascading, vast and boundless.

At the same time, a dazzling purple-golden light radiated from his brow, brilliant as a blazing sun suspended high, illuminating the heavens and the primal cosmos.

Just as Jiang Yueli stepped beyond the threshold of the hall, she suddenly stopped, her pupils contracting sharply.

“What’s happening?” she murmured, sensing the change in the surrounding spiritual energy, her gaze fixed on the hall.

There, an endless torrent of heavenly power gathered, like a celestial river breaching its banks, rushing forth uncontrollably.

“Is Master… cultivating?” Jiang Yueli whispered, her face filled with awe.

Under this overwhelming heavenly might, she felt immense pressure, as if even breathing became a struggle.

Moreover, the celestial power showed no sign of abating; it continued to surge wildly, piercing the sky and stirring the winds in all directions.