Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation

Chapter 271: 7° stage of the Qi Liberation Realm

On the morning of the eighth day, the door of the room finally opened. Kyrian stepped out.

His appearance was... intact. Different from what would be expected after a week locked inside, he did not look exhausted or disheveled. His hair was combed. His clothes are clean. His eyes are bright.

He had used small intervals between refinements to take care of himself. He never lost control.

Kyrian walked through the corridors of the fortress. Some servants saw him and immediately bowed.

"Young Master Kyrian."

He nodded slightly and continued forward. His destination was Dong Zhen’s office.

When he arrived, he knocked twice.

"Come in."

Kyrian opened the door.

Dong Zhen was sitting behind his desk, as always. But when he saw Kyrian, his eyes widened slightly.

He felt something different.

The young man in front of him seemed... more complete. As if he had filled a gap that had previously been empty.

"One week." Said Dong Zhen, resting his elbows on the desk.

"I heard that you did not leave your room."

Kyrian nodded.

"I was practicing."

Dong Zhen tilted his head.

"And how were the results?"

Kyrian did not respond with words.

Instead, he raised his hand. A glow appeared from his spatial ring. In the next instant, dozens of bottles appeared on Dong Zhen’s desk.

Bottles filled with pills.

Dong Zhen blinked.

He picked up one of the bottles and examined the contents. Reinforcement Pills. All with uniform appearance. All with a healthy shine.

He opened the lid and smelled it. His eyes widened again.

"Purity above seventy percent..." He murmured.

He looked at another bottle. Energy Pills. Then another. Light Healing Pills. All with the same quality. Dong Zhen raised his eyes toward Kyrian.

"All of this... in one week?"

Kyrian nodded.

The leader of the Blood Court remained silent for a long moment. Then he let out a low laugh.

"You truly are a monster, regardless of the path you follow."

Kyrian did not respond. He simply waited.

Dong Zhen leaned back in his chair.

"What do you intend to do now?"

Kyrian thought for a moment.

"I need more herbs."

Dong Zhen let out a small laugh and leaned back in his chair.

"Of course."

He raised his hand casually.

"I will send a servant to the merchant city again. I will ask them to buy more ingredients."

He made a small pause before adding.

"By the end of the day, everything will be in your room."

Kyrian nodded.

"Thank you."

Dong Zhen looked again at the bottles scattered across the desk.

Even being someone who had already seen countless things throughout his life... that was still impressive.

In seven days. In only seven days, that young man had produced hundreds of usable pills.

He shook his head slightly.

"Continue like this." He said, finally.

Kyrian did not respond. He simply collected the bottles with a gesture.

The glow of the spatial ring appeared again, and all the pills disappeared.

After exchanging a few more brief words with Dong Zhen, Kyrian left the office.

The corridors of the fortress were busier now. Servants circulated carrying materials.

Kyrian crossed through everything without stopping. Soon he returned to his room. As soon as he entered, he closed the door.

The cauldron was still in the center of the room. Some herbs remained in the spatial sack on the floor.

Kyrian looked at the setup for a few seconds. There was still work to be done.

He sat down again in front of the cauldron. A gray flame appeared beneath the container.

The metal began to heat. Kyrian resumed his practice exactly from where he had stopped.

Hours passed. Herbs were refined. Essences were purified. Pills were formed.

With each attempt, his control over the flame became more refined. His understanding of the reactions between the ingredients also deepened.

The sun slowly crossed the sky above the dark clouds of the Blood Court.

When night finally fell, a light knock echoed on the door. Kyrian opened his eyes.

"Come in."

The door slowly opened. A servant entered carrying a spatial sack much larger than the previous one.

He bowed respectfully.

"Young Master Kyrian. The herbs that Master Dong Zhen ordered have already arrived."

Kyrian took the sack and opened it. His gaze quickly scanned the contents.

Thousands of spiritual herbs. Much more variety than before. Some of them were clearly denser in energy.

Rank 2 herbs.

Kyrian immediately understood. Dong Zhen probably believed that he would spend the next few days perfecting rank 1 pills... and then, eventually, attempt rank 2.

That was why he had bought the ingredients in advance. Kyrian nodded slightly.

In silence, he thanked him mentally.

"You may leave it here."

"Yes, Young Master."

The servant bowed again and left. The door closed.

Kyrian looked at the sack full of ingredients for a few seconds. But at that moment... he did not begin to work.

For the first time in many days, he simply stood up. His body was still perfectly stable, but his mind was saturated with information.

He decided to rest. Kyrian lay down on the bed. His eyes closed quickly. A few minutes later... he was already sleeping.

...

The following days passed in a similar way. Kyrian almost did not leave the room. Mornings. Afternoons. Nights.

Everything blended into a single continuous flow of alchemical practice.

The gray flame constantly burned beneath the cauldron. Herbs were consumed. Pills appeared. Bottles accumulated.

It was a fascinating process. Controlling the flame. Understanding the essence of each herb. Finding the perfect balance between ingredients.

Each refinement was like solving a small puzzle. And when the pill finally appeared... there was a feeling of satisfaction difficult to describe.

It was rewarding work. More days passed.

And Kyrian continued immersed in that world. Until, at a certain moment...

He stopped. Kyrian was sitting in front of the cauldron when a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

He frowned slightly. Then he realized.

"Forty days..."

Forty days had finally passed since he had broken through to the 6° stage of the Qi Liberation Realm.

That meant only one thing. The limit of his eyes had disappeared. He could absorb spiritual energy again.

Kyrian did not waste time. He moved the bottles of pills aside. Then he raised his hand. An intense glow appeared in the air. In the next instant...

Hundreds of medium-grade spiritual stones appeared before him.

Then more. And more. Soon, a small pile had formed on the floor of the room.

Kyrian picked up the first stone. Without hesitation... he brought it close to his face.

His eyes opened completely. The flame-shaped pupils slowly rotated. He pressed the spiritual stone against one of his eyes.

In the next instant... The stone began to disintegrate. The spiritual energy inside it was completely sucked out.

The infinite channels inside Kyrian’s eyes began to function. The energy was purified. Refined. And then sent directly to the two dantians inside his eyes.

Kyrian picked up another stone. Then another. And another.

He continued absorbing without stopping. Stone after stone disappeared. The spiritual energy accumulated inside his dantians like a rising tide. The pressure increased. His Qi circulated faster and faster.

Until finally... Something broke through.

An internal expansion occurred inside his dantians. The internal space suddenly expanded. The flow of energy became stronger. Denser. More stable.

Kyrian slowly opened his eyes. A faint spiritual aura spread through the room.

He had broken through.

7° stage of the Qi Liberation Realm.

Now he had officially entered the final stages of the realm.

Kyrian remained sitting in silence for a few seconds. Then, a slight smile appeared on his face.

His cultivation... and his alchemy. Both continued advancing.