“Disciple, are you saying that as soon as you start reading this Dragon and Phoenix Harmonizing Art, you become dizzy and nauseous, unable to stop yourself from wanting to vomit?”
“If I may be honest, Master, if it was only these symptoms, it would still be bearable—just more hardship to endure before success. But what puzzles me most is that it feels as if there’s some kind of restriction placed on the scripture of this art. Every time I finish reading and close the scroll, I turn my head and can’t recall a single word.”
“That is indeed strange.”
Inside the room, Luozhilan crossed her plump, curvy legs, striking an elegant pose on her chair.
Her face, too, was filled with confusion, as though she’d encountered some unheard-of and difficult ailment, and she spoke slowly:
“This Dragon and Phoenix Harmonizing Art is difficult to cultivate, but there shouldn’t be such symptoms. Take it out and read it again. Let me observe you.”
“Yes, Master.”
Seeing Luozhilan’s serious expression, actually instructing him in cultivation, Limuqun dared not slack off.
He quickly retrieved the ancient scroll recording the Dragon and Phoenix Harmonizing Art from his Storage Ring, and held it before his eyes to read.
“To ride the eight dragons with grace, bearing the drifting cloud banners.”
At first, as Limuqun recited the scripture, he only frowned slightly, as if there was nothing seriously wrong.
“To command the flood dragons and cross the bridge, to summon the Western Sovereign for the journey…”
But as he turned the pages and continued reciting the latter part of the scripture, his face grew increasingly ashen, and his body began to tremble visibly.
When he reached the final page and recited the last line, Limuqun suddenly felt the world spin, his head throbbing, and an overwhelming dizziness surged from his stomach, crashing into his mind.
No matter how he tried to resist—even mobilizing spiritual power to block his senses—he couldn’t hold it back, and suddenly, with a retching sound, he began vomiting uncontrollably.
Luozhilan, who was observing him closely, nodded and raised her jade-like hand.
A strand of spiritual energy shot out, merging into his head, which finally eased the urge to vomit a little.
“Master, what do you think is the cause of this?”
Limuqun finally managed to stand up straight.
Using a Cleansing Spell, he quickly cleaned away all traces of his vomiting, then couldn’t wait to ask Luozhilan.
This Dragon and Phoenix Harmonizing Art had tossed him around miserably, but the more violently he vomited, the more certain he became that this art was of an extraordinarily high grade.
To give up such a cultivation method just because of some discomfort would be wasting a treasure and disrespectful to the Dao of cultivation.
“Hmm…”
Luozhilan’s brows furrowed slightly as her slender fingers pinched and counted. After a long while, she spoke as if lost in thought:
“These symptoms are most peculiar. Even I wouldn’t dare draw a hasty conclusion.”
What? Even a Golden Core Cultivator like you can’t figure out such a minor symptom?
Limuqun felt as though this high-level art was slipping out of his grasp again, his spirits drooping and sighs escaping him.
Seeing his dejected appearance, Luozhilan’s lips couldn’t help but curve into a slight smile.
She suddenly changed the topic: “However, I do have a guess we could test.”
Don’t stop halfway with your explanations next time!
Hearing there was a possible solution, Limuqun immediately perked up and edged closer to Luozhilan: “Master, what is your guess?”
Hooked, just as expected.
Though Luozhilan was inwardly laughing, her beautiful face remained calm.
She reached out her delicate jade hand and placed it on Limuqun’s shoulder, saying: “Try reading the art again.”
“Oh, okay.”
Feeling the cold spiritual energy continually streaming from behind him, Limuqun was confused but figured that as a Golden Core Cultivator, Luozhilan surely knew more than he did.
So he obediently held up the ancient scroll and started reading once more.
Strangely, with the addition of the cold spiritual energy, though he still felt a bit uncomfortable this time, the sensation was nowhere near as intense as when he’d read it by himself.
After reading the final sentence, he took a few deep breaths to suppress the nausea and, indeed, did not throw up again.
“Amazing.”
Forcing down the urge to vomit, Limuqun looked up in surprise and delight at Luozhilan: “Master, this time not only were the dizziness and nausea greatly reduced, I even managed to remember the first few lines of the scripture.”
But Luozhilan only smiled silently, gently removing her jade hand from his shoulder.
The cold spiritual energy instantly vanished, and at once, the nausea he had just suppressed surged back like a tide.
“Urgh—!”
If not for Luozhilan’s timely soothing with spiritual power, Limuqun might have thrown up again right there.
“This, this…”
He raised his head weakly, the joy already vanished from his eyes, replaced by deep shock.
What is going on?
Why is it fine one moment and unbearable the next—am I experiencing morning sickness or something?
Seeing his confusion, Luozhilan seemed to understand. Pointing at the ancient scroll in his hands, she confidently declared: “It seems my guess was correct.”
“Your symptoms are not due to talent, but entirely because of your Yin-Yang Imbalance.” What?
Me? Yin-Yang Imbalance?
Impossible—I always pay attention to stress management and emotional release!
Every month, no, every week, no, every day! I set aside time for solitary single male negative emotion relief!
Yin-Yang Imbalance? No way!
Although Limuqun didn’t speak, the look of disbelief on his face made his attitude clear as day.
Seeing his doubt, Luozhilan slowly asked: “Every day at the start of the mao hour, do you feel a heat burning below your navel, restless and uneasy?”
Huh?
Limuqun was momentarily stunned.
Luozhilan continued, “When you cultivate, does the spiritual power passing through your Dantian feel particularly sluggish?”
Come to think of it, yes.
Recalling the discomfort in his Dantian during cultivation these past days, Limuqun couldn’t help but nod.
Luozhilan went on: “When you sit in meditation, do you always feel desires surging, making it hard to enter a meditative state, your mind flooded with endless illusions◎?”
Damn, she even knows that.
Limuqun’s face flushed red as he cast a shocked look at her.
Seeing that he now believed most of it, Luozhilan inwardly smiled in satisfaction, her tone growing serious: “This Dragon and Phoenix Harmonizing Art aligns with the Yin-Yang Dao, focusing on balance and unity, gathering and integrating both aspects.
For you to suffer such severe discomfort shows that the imbalance of Yin and Yang within you has reached a critical point.
If your Foundation were not so solid, you’d be suffering more than dizziness and vomiting.
If someone with a weaker Foundation tried, the Yang Fire Attacks Heart would likely cause their body to explode on the spot.”
What? That serious?
Listening to Luozhilan’s explanation, Limuqun grew more anxious, feeling unwell all over as even his breathing became labored.
Could I really die from this?
The more he thought about it, the more fearful he became. He dropped to one knee and cried out to Luozhilan: “Master, please save me!”
“No problem, no problem.”
Suppressing her laughter, Luozhilan said, “I have a way that will not only resolve your Yin-Yang Imbalance, but also help you master this Dragon and Phoenix Harmonizing Art quickly. The only question is: are you willing?”
A win-win? How could I refuse?
Limuqun nodded enthusiastically: “Disciple is willing! But may I ask, Master, what is your method?”
Luozhilan smiled slightly, parted her red lips, and softly uttered two words: “Dual Cultivation.”