Unrivaled Medicine God Chapter 2: Spirit Bristle Nine Yang Divine Art

Ye Hang’s medicine wasn’t useless; Ye Yuan’s physical state was simply horrendously poor right now.

Though Ye Hang’s pill carried some side effects, Ye Yuan paid them no heed. Easing the torment in this pathetic body mattered far more at present.

Ye Yuan, of course, possessed ways to resolve the lingering risks from this Detoxification Pill.

From the moment he took over this body, Alchemy Emperor Qingyun Zi found his new physique unbearable to behold. He couldn’t fathom how the original owner had endured the last decade or so.

Hailing from a renowned Alchemy clan, this fool hadn’t even broken through to the Second Level Essence Qi Realm.

In a mundane kingdom, kids from such a lineage, gobbling basic Essence Qi Pills like candy, ought to hit at least the Fourth Level Essence Qi Realm, no?

Wishing to weep yet utterly dry-eyed… Such words alone captured the Alchemy Emperor’s swirling emotions.

Enduring ferocious poison with this wretched frame, it was no surprise the former Ye Yuan perished. Though Qingyun Zi now controlled it, options remained scarce for the time being. He’d handle matters step by step.

To onlookers, Ye Yuan’s pill-grabbing stunt exposed his real nature.

Yet Ye Hang grinned smugly. "Ha! I knew you were bluffing. You actually scared me for a moment."

Earlier, Ye Hang sensed something off. This brat must have glimpsed the pill recipe or eavesdropped on servants discussing his Detoxification Pill refinement. That explained his intimate knowledge. With jokes flying from his lips, his health posed no grave threat.

Ye Yuan had zero intention of clarifying. Playing dumb and feigning weakness fit this vessel perfectly. Staying under the radar suited him best.

"Father, Mother, I’m a little tired and want to rest for now." Craving recovery, Ye Yuan urged them to depart.

"Yuan-er, you just recovered from a major illness. You should indeed rest more. If there is anything, let Lu-er inform us." His parents ushered everyone from the chamber.

. . . . . .

Ye Yuan began meditating, channeling essence energy through his meridians to draw in the Detoxification Pill’s potency and expel the body’s venom.

Alas, his body’s essence energy was woefully scant, rendering its effects laughably feeble. A peerless Alchemy Emperor reborn, surviving poison only to nearly perish from frustration—what irony.

When Ye Yuan fully assimilated the pill’s effects, dawn neared. This session dragged on for 12 full hours. Truly exhausting.

Yet this grueling effort yielded gains. Ye Yuan’s face now glowed vibrantly, flushed with healthy pink. Most toxins had been cleared from his system.

To the present Ye Yuan, such feats held no wonder. Leveraging Qingyun Zi’s mastery in the Dao of Alchemy, squeezing every drop from this minor Detoxification Pill proved effortless.

Reflecting now, his predecessor’s lax training turned out a hidden boon.

This frame resembled pristine white paper now. Qingyun Zi could mold it at will without fear of ruin. Had the original botched his martial practice, reforging the base would cost dearly. This spared him hassle.

Though the Intestine Rupturing Grass Poison posed minor threat, Ye Hang’s Detoxification Pill offered limited power. Faint toxin remnants lingered. Plus, the pill’s imperfections deposited medicinal dregs in Ye Yuan. Post-dawn, he’d procure herbs to purge these future perils entirely.

Fortune smiled: the Ye Family ranked among Qin State’s elite Alchemy houses. Securing herbs posed no challenge.

Dawn lingered afar still. Ye Yuan pondered his reborn journey’s blueprint.

Prior life saw Qingyun Zi fixated on Alchemy Dao, sidelining Martial Dao somewhat. Else, that betrayer wouldn’t have left him so powerless.

Qingyun Zi pursued martial arts solely to enhance pill-forging; adequacy sufficed. Thus, he claimed title of Divine Realm’s youngest Alchemy Emperor.

Upon ascending as Alchemy Emperor, every great Holy Land dubbed him the prodigy likeliest to claim Alchemy God status in ten millennia. Recall: no Alchemy God had emerged for ages untold.

But past splendor faded to dust. No more Divine Realm’s prodigy Qingyun Zi; only Lower Realm lad Ye Yuan embarked on vengeance now.

Avenging against that scum demanded martial diligence this lifetime. The traitor’s Alchemy Dao talent trailed Qingyun Zi’s barely, yet shone supreme in Martial Dao. Overtaking him required Ye Yuan’s utmost toil.

For a mortal land’s Lower Realm youth, scarcest were resources and arts. Resources tantalized Ye Yuan sorely, yet techniques overflowed in his arsenal.

Be it Lower or Divine Realm, alchemists commanded utmost reverence always. Moreover, Qingyun Zi’s sire Zhengyang Zi reigned as Divine Realm’s paramount Alchemy Emperor. Their amassed arts spanned infinities.

Though Qingyun Zi shunned Martial Dao largely, aiding alchemy drove him to pore over myriad manuals for cultivation boosts. Selecting fitting ones came easy.

Delving prior life’s recollections, Ye Yuan settled on Spirit Bristle Nine Yang Divine Art as cornerstone cultivation method.

This art served as famed Divine Realm Spirit Bristle Divine King’s core technique. Once, craving a Ninth Rank Medicinal Pill, he pleaded Zhengyang Zi. Short on payment, he bartered his prime art instead.

The technique brimmed with ferocity. Spirit Bristle Divine King wielded it for Divine Realm invincibility, ranking among top ten enigmas.

In Divine Realm, ’Divine’-bearing treasures held priceless allure. They ignited savage bloodbaths.

When Spirit Bristle Nine Yang Divine Art surfaced that year, Divine Realm quaked. Over ten Divine Kings reportedly perished vying for it. Ultimately, obscure Spirit Bristle Divine King claimed it.

He lurked over a decade, then erupted, crowning Divine Realm’s apex Divine King overnight. Absent the Ninth Rank Medicinal Pill’s irreplaceable worth to him, no chance he’d trade such a gem.

Naturally, entrusting it to Zhengyang Zi reassured him, as father and son obsessed over Alchemy Dao sans worldly ambitions or schemes.

Ye Yuan perused Spirit Bristle Nine Yang Divine Art, then cultivated per its guidance. Strands of essence energy permeated his form, emanating subtle yellow radiance.

Essence Qi Realm saw cultivators draw heaven-earth essence into bodies—the bedrock of cultivation paths.

Essence Qi Realm seemed trivial at glance. Yet in martial cultivation, it proved crucial. Skyscrapers demand firm foundations on even earth. Lacking solid base, growth falters like rootless weeds. Cultivators knew this well, yet few heeded in practice. Blind speed-chasing severed futures unwittingly.

"Huuuu . . ."

Four hours passed before Ye Yuan stirred from meditation, releasing a deep exhale.

"This Spirit Bristle Nine Yang Divine Art is indeed powerful. Although these four hours of cultivation didn’t increase much essence in my body, the quality is extremely pure. If I carry on cultivating like this, wouldn’t I be invincible within the same realm?"

As former Alchemy Emperor, Ye Yuan’s vision spanned vast realms. Such praise from him underscored the art’s exceptional nature.

In those four hours, Ye Yuan employed Spirit Bristle Nine Yang Divine Art to hone his predecessor’s meager essence energy. This purified his dantian’s reserves, elevating quality immensely.

However, no realm progress occurred. Rather, it slipped back to First Level Essence Qi Realm.

Thankfully, years of neglect by the original spared extra labor in essence refinement. Disaster birthed fortune here.

Sky now aglow, Ye Yuan rose, exiting toward Ye Family’s herb vault for body-cleansing medicines. Barely outside, a verdant silhouette slammed into him.