10,000x Cultivation: I Gain Power by Adopting Training Acolytes

"Tyrant's Heavenly Decree"—Unranked Technique​

"Another unranked technique?" Zhang Yun raised an eyebrow, unrolling the scroll.

"This technique requires a Tyrant-class physique. Cultivates Tyrant's True Qi through seven transformations. First Transformation—Tempering the Tyrant's Body. Second Transformation—Dominating Aura. Third Transformation—World-Shaking Force..."

"Tyrant's True Qi!" Zhang Yun's eyes lit up. He'd been agonizing over how to awaken Wu Xiaopang's dormant Tyrant's Saint Physique. Now, the solution had fallen into his lap.

As he prepared to exit the Celestial Master's Realm, his wrist mark flared:

**'Two disciples successfully matched. Reward: One personal technique alignment!'**​

"For me? Match!"

The void rippled as a jade-white scroll materialized. Zhang Yun grabbed it eagerly:

**​"Celestial Eye Supreme Physique Codex"(Unranked)**​

Dual Paths:

​Celestial Eye Art—Channel qi to eyes, unlocking secondary functions of Celestial Insight. Reveals opponents' weaknesses and technique flaws.

​Supreme Physique Art—Exclusive to Celestial Return Body cultivators. At each major realm's peak, opens ten supreme sub-realms. Each sub-realm breakthrough grants exponential combat power growth.*

"Holy shit!" Zhang Yun nearly dropped the scroll. This wasn't just a technique—it supercharged his cheat abilities!

Ninth Peak Cave​

Wu Xiaopang sat obediently with closed eyes as Zhang Yun returned. Activating the Celestial Eye Art, crimson text overlaid the boy:

**[Wu Xiaopang]**​

Weakness: Slow mobility. Fatal vulnerability at nape due to flawed cultivation method.

"Found your Achilles' heel," Zhang Yun murmured before reverting to normal vision. "Disciple, listen carefully—Tyrant's Heavenly Decree!"

As Zhang Yun recited the technique, spiritual energy began swirling around Wu Xiaopang. Suddenly—

Crack!

The boy's neck emitted an audible snap as his self-condensed qi vortex shattered. Instantly, he transformed into a human black hole.

**Boom!**​

A raging vortex of spiritual energy erupted, sucking every wisp of qi from Ninth Peak, then neighboring peaks, then the entire sect.

"What fresh hell is this?!"

Across Spirit Immortal Sect, cultivators stumbled mid-meditation as their qi reserves evaporated. Elders gaped at the sky where visible energy currents streamed toward Ninth Peak like rivers to the ocean.

"Zhang Yun!!" Tenth Elder Meng Zhong roared as his breakthrough attempt crumbled. "Are you breeding a demonic god over there?!"

Sect Master's Peak​

The sect master choked on his tea, sensing the apocalyptic qi disturbance. "That boy… First a dragon's roar, now this? What's next—summoning heavenly tribulation?"

Ninth Peak Cave​

Wu Xiaopang hovered inside a glowing cocoon, his cultivation skyrocketing:

Qi Refining Stage 3…5…7…Peak!

Zhang Yun barely registered the notification—

**'Disciple Wu Xiaopang breaks through to Qi Refining Stage 10. Host receives 100x cultivation return!'**​

—before tsunami-like energy flooded his meridians.

"Time to test the Supreme Physique Art!"

As he activated the technique, his cells screamed under molecular-level reforging. A titanic suction force erupted from his dantian, dwarfing Wu Xiaopang's earlier disturbance.

**Rumble!**​

The sect's qi reserves emptied a second time as Zhang Yun's aura shattered boundaries:

Foundation Establishment Peak → Supreme Sub-Realm 1!

"Hah!" Zhang Yun exhaled a sword-like qi beam that vaporized part of the cave ceiling. His fist clenched—space itself seemed to warp. "With this power…"

Sect-Wide Reaction​

"AGAIN?!"

Thousands of disciples and elders simultaneously drew swords, murderous gazes fixed on Ninth Peak. The air buzzed with unsheathed blades and curses:

"I'll skin that Ninth Elder alive!"

"Who gave him permission to monopolize the sect's qi?!"

"Let's storm his peak!"

Only the sect master's golden decree projection halted the mob: "All disciples stand down! This matter will be investigated."

As the hologram faded, whispers spread:

"Did the sect master just…smile?"

Epiphany​

Amidst the chaos, Zhang Yun examined his reformed physique—every pore radiating tyrannical pressure. He glanced at his two disciples:

Xu Ming—Dragon Saint Physique awakening.

Wu Xiaopang—Tyrant's Saint Physique unleashed.

"Three months?" He chuckled darkly. "The disciple competition will be child's play. Let's see who dares challenge my Ninth Peak now."

The cave walls trembled with his laughter as spiritual energy continued condensing into liquid droplets around them—the birth of a legend.