I Have A Cultivation World

Chapter 1579: Chapter 796: True Coldness_3

It was Yan Bingxuan’s.

She explained that at the beginning of next year, she had applied to lead the Nature Studies Academy’s Ice Spirit Root freshmen to the Extreme Northern Grotto Heaven for a teaching assignment to connect with the natural ice veins.

When Chen Mobai saw this, he immediately gave her a call.

“I’m already at Danxia Mountain…”

“Yes, I felt progress in my cultivation level and decided to return to my hometown…”

“Of course it worked—I have never failed…”

“Hmm, I’m here…”

Ever since she mentioned going into seclusion last time, their phone conversations had become rare, seemingly out of concern that she might disrupt Chen Mobai’s cultivation. So if Yan Bingxuan had anything to share, she mostly sent text messages.

Whenever Chen Mobai returned to the Immortal Gate and saw her messages, he would call her back whenever he had time.

Perhaps the connection had faded somewhat.

This time, Chen Mobai broke through to the Ninth Level of Golden Core, yet it failed to spark widespread discussion on the Immortal Gate Network. Yan Bingxuan, teaching at Nature Studies Academy, thought he was still at the Extreme Northern lands, watching snow and fishing.

After their phone call, it was nearly the end of the year. Yan Bingxuan decided to grant herself a holiday, returning to her hometown after nearly ten years.

“It’s been so long.”

At the peak of Danxia Mountain, Chen Mobai looked at the cold yet stunning beauty before him, unchanged through the years, and was filled with joy.

Yan Bingxuan tied her long, jet-black hair into a high ponytail, complementing her delicate and gorgeous features. Her eyes appeared especially bright and cool. Today, she wore black and white—on top, a white knitted sweater snugly fit her graceful and voluptuous curves, exuding softness and comfort; below, her long, slender legs were wrapped tightly in black stockings, accentuating her perfect contours.

“Congratulations on reaching the Ninth Level of Golden Core.”

Upon seeing Chen Mobai, Yan Bingxuan’s cold aura dissipated entirely, giving way to her warmest smile.

“For me, only Nascent Soul Formation will bring true joy now.”

Chen Mobai grinned as he confided his true feelings to Yan Bingxuan.

“You can be sure you’ll achieve it.”

Yan Bingxuan—like Qing Nu—was brimming with confidence in him.

The two of them sat beneath the Biyu Wutong tree. Here was a tea table that had long been a fixture; back when Mysterious Frost Company was still around, Yan Bingxuan often came here to share tea with Chen Mobai.

Even after years apart, their deep connection remained untouched.

They began to talk about their lives.

Chen Mobai’s story was simple—seclusion and cultivation. Yan Bingxuan, on the other hand, shared a great deal: stories about the students she had mentored at Nature Studies Academy, nearly a hundred from the Yuanqi system, each with their unique characteristics.

Some were exceptionally talented; others had eccentric personalities; some lacked ambition—so many different kinds of students.

Chen Mobai listened quietly.

Before they knew it, the moon had reached its zenith.

“After reaching the Ninth Level of Golden Core, you should be preparing to condense Pure Yang True Qi, shouldn’t you?”

After finishing her story, Yan Bingxuan suddenly seemed a bit anxious and asked this question.

“Yes, more or less. But I started working on it back at the Eighth Layer, given my Nine Heavens Pure Spirit Purple Brilliance Energy speeds up the process. It shouldn’t take me long to accumulate the Pure Yang True Qi needed for Nascent Soul Formation.”

Since Chen Mobai was planning to form his Nascent Soul within the Immortal Gate, he would certainly need to lay the groundwork in advance to make the process seamless and avoid too many complications.

“I’ve heard that the deeper the foundation laid for the Pure Yang Scroll, the more difficult Nascent Soul Formation becomes.”

Yan Bingxuan spoke again, her gaze suddenly faltering, as though she dared not meet Chen Mobai’s eyes.

“There’s some truth to that. Yuanyang Ancestor, for instance, possessed innate foundations and ultimately had to go to Taiyin Star to resolve his bottleneck. But for us later generations, we are merely acquired Pure Yang bodies, not comparable to Yuanyang Ancestor…”

Chen Mobai’s words trailed off mid-sentence.

If Yan Bingxuan hadn’t brought this up, he wouldn’t have thought of it.

His own foundation was no weaker than Yuanyang Ancestor’s!

Could it be that at the critical moment, this might cause him to fail in Nascent Soul Formation?

Chen Mobai’s expression shifted slightly. However, Yuanyang Ancestor had an innate Pure Yang foundation, whereas he had an acquired one. While their quantities of True Qi might be comparable, the essence of innate and acquired differed.

It shouldn’t be a concern.

Besides, Yuanyang Ancestor failed because the Nascent Soul he cultivated was overly powerful, preventing the seamless transition from Gold Core to Nascent Soul. But Chen Mobai’s Primordial True Qi ensured he wouldn’t face this issue…

Though he reassured himself, Chen Mobai still felt his path to Nascent Soul Formation required further refinement.

This was an oversight he hadn’t accounted for earlier.

It was still not too late; he could research Immortal Gate archives or consult a higher authority.

“I found some records stating that Yuanyang Ancestor’s eldest disciple nearly failed due to their deep foundation during Nascent Soul Formation. In the end, it was their Daoist partner who offered her Original Yin to help them overcome the tribulation.”

At this moment, Yan Bingxuan suddenly blushed faintly as she spoke words that startled Chen Mobai.

“Really? Why wasn’t that detail included in the Nascent Soul Formation experiences of the Pure Yang Scroll?”

Chen Mobai had meticulously studied the cultivation insights of Pure Yang cultivators forming their Nascent Soul multiple times.

“That female cultivator was also an Ice Spirit Root from our Nature Studies Academy. This episode is somewhat private and rarely disclosed publicly; however, there are records of it in our academy.”

As she spoke, Yan Bingxuan’s blush spilled over her fair neck and delicate collarbones. Her exposed snowy skin now bore patches of soft crimson.