An Extra Villain in Cultivation World Chapter 49

If Ye Qingfeng become too powerful, it would be a disaster for him. Xuanyan knows how easily absurd plot armour can protect Ye Qingfeng, but he isn’t worried about things beyond his control. Quickly slapping both hands to his face, he begins to think rationally: he can’t just manifest reckless ideas. Opportunities always come with risks, especially in this world.

There must be significant dangers involved, too, after all, that’s why the sect isn’t revealing everything. Why would they waste so many resources on qi condensation Cultivator? It simply didn’t make sense. "Xuyanyan found himself clueless at the moment, so he set aside his thoughts and quietly dedicated himself to cultivating within the depths of the cave."

He had previously spent points to learn the Nether Abyss Mainland Sect Technique, an earth-grade cultivation method accessible to almost everyone in the sect. Achieving this was no small feat for a technique meant for widespread use, especially considering it forms the very foundation of Cultivation.

Although there are many sect techniques, including some at heaven grade, these are usually limited to their creators and those with high attainment in that path; such techniques often can’t help bypassing the formidable walls of the foundation establishment realm.

Xuyanyan indeed knew how to cultivate this technique, but he had never actually practised it since learning it. Unlike other Nether Mainland Sect Techniques, this one doesn’t require an anchor for cultivation; only the Cultivator and their awareness are needed.

Xuyanyan first calmed his thoughts as part of the initial steps in this Cultivation technique. In his previous world, a similar practice was called meditation. But he had not practised much meditation before in his past life, he understood it involved preventing thoughts from surfacing in the mind.

This was both the simplest and most challenging aspect of the technique: controlling thought, though this was only his own assumption. Meditation isn’t about suppressing thought; it’s about not being distracted by them. Your mind is like a vast sea, no matter how many pebbles try to disturb it, as long as you remain indifferent, the chaos cannot overwhelm you. With perseverance, you will master your own mind.

One by one, Xuyanyan’s thoughts began to disappear fading quietly without dragging him along.His breathing evened out on its own. The tension in his body loosened, little by little.

His senses sharpened, and he could now feel the dense spiritual energy surrounding him as a raw, potent force of nature. This initial contact was always uncomfortable. A dull, cold pressure slid through Xuyanyan’s skin into his meridians. Losing control here could cause the qi to scatter or erupt violently.

Carefully, he guided it, letting it flow along familiar, well-practised paths. At first, the qi resisted, hesitant, but gradually it adapted, easing into his rhythm. With every cycle, it grew calmer, more obedient, sinking deeper toward his dantian, his spiritual container,which can be filled with only 45% pure energy.

A cultivator’s spiritual container produces Qi continuously, with daily output depending solely on aptitude. However, producing Qi doesn’t mean it is condensation. Newly generated Qi remained unstable for a short time and if it was not refined promptly, it collapsed into inert residue also known as dead zones.

To prevent this, Xuanyan needed to guide the Qi along established pathways, enforce repeated circulation cycles, and harmonise its internal pattern with the structure of his container. As his realm advances, the margin for error will shrink too. Condensation had to be quicker, more controlled, and more precise than ever before.

This was the secret behind Xuyanyan and Ye Qingfeng being able to bypass minor relem. Their access to more pure Qi diminished internal resistance, making it easier for newly generated energy to meld seamlessly. With each successful cycle, the qi becomes denser and more cohesive, taking up less space yet welding greater power.

Eventually, the spiritual container will reach a critical stability threshold, pushing the boundaries of what was possible. Further refinement was no longer feasible additional Qi no longer flowed smoothly but instead built up as intense pressure within the container.

At the pivotal moment, progress became a daring gamble. If the Cultivator dared to guide the pressure with precision and kept perfect control, of Qi. This dangerous yet thrilling breakthrough marked a new stage in cultivation. The spiritual container would reform anew, purging all impurities in the process and opening the way to greater power.

If control fails, the surplus Qi collapses unevenly, creating inter sediments that settle within the container as dead zones. These areas hinder circulation, occupy space and complicate future condensation. Many cultivators spent years trapped here, unable to advance.

To avoid such build up, the cultivator used pills and spirit stones. In Qi condensation, each small breakthrough becomes a fierce battle between refinement and collapse, where time, skill and control determine the ultimate result.

Before long, Xuanyan was already deeply engrossed in his cultivation. Hours blurred together as he pushed himself further, until even awareness became a thin, fragile thread. At some point, exhaustion won. His body gave up before his mind did, and he crumpled to the ground, slipping into unconsciousness as darkness closed in.

...

Some time later-

"System how much time passed? Xuyanyan asked while yawning.

[Host — Two hours of cultivation detected.

Sixteen hours of unconsciousness followed.

Conclusion: Host has successfully mastered the art of lying down.]

I was exhausted, he muttered weakly, but Xuyanyan quickly moved on from the system remark, not dwelling on it as he began heading out. The moment he stepped outside, sunlight hit him like a quiet shock. After a brutal day of running and cultivating in the darkness, the world felt too open and painfully bright on his skin.

The mountain before him stretched lazily under the sky, its ridges softened by drifting mist, ancient and indifferent as ever. A cool breeze brushed past his face, carrying the scent of earth and pine, grounding him back into reality. For a fleeting moment, he paused, standing still before he eagerly resumed his stride toward his Courtyard.