Chapter 7

Ye Chen studied the old man with narrowed eyes. "What could you possibly want from me?"

"A seed like you is one in a billion. With your physique, you could reach heights that even I was never able to attain in my lifetime." The old man's expression softened. "I have lived for over three hundred thousand years, and I don't have much time left. I wish to pass on what I know before I go."

Three hundred thousand years. Ye Chen's mind went blank for a moment. Could a cultivator really live that long?

"Well then." The old man cleared his throat. "What are you waiting for? Are you going to bow to your master or not?"

Ye Chen looked at the old man for a long moment, then lowered himself into a formal bow. "This student greets his teacher."

"Hahahaha! Good, good! You are now my disciple!" The old man laughed heartily, his earlier stunned expression replaced with pure delight.

"Now — how exactly do I fix this Yang energy problem?"

"The most effective method," the old man said with a slight smirk, "is through the harmony of Yin and Yang between a man and a woman."

"That's… it?" Ye Chen blinked. "That sounds easy enough."

"Easy to say. But without the proper technique to guide and refine the process, it's useless. Fortunately, I happen to have just the thing for you." The old man reached into his sleeve and produced a slim book.

On the cover, three characters were written: Heart of the King.

"This cultivation manual was written specifically for someone with an Ancient Body like yours. Take it. Study it carefully."

Ye Chen took the book and flipped to the middle section. His face twitched. The contents were… far more explicit in detail than he had expected. He had only ever held hands and shared a hug with Yu Ting. This was another world entirely.

The old man watched his expression and burst out laughing. "Hahaha! Quite a book, isn't it?"