The final primary meridian

The whole trip only took Long Yang about an hour. Long Yang greeted the doorman again as he walked in with the two boxes in tow. He hurried to his room, his face filled with anticipation.

He placed the two boxes down on the table in his room. Long Yang opened the smaller box and took out an orange fruit that looked like an apple without the stalk, 'so this is the Fiery Yang fruit? Alright, time to get to business. I need to use dragon qi to do this so my normal qi doesn't work. Right! My Spirit souls!'

Long Yang sat down on his bed while holding the fruit in both hands. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Qi started to outline his body in a green light. The light was stable at first but it soon began to fluctuate.

Long Yang opened his eyes, his left eye was golden, shining with an almost holy light. His pupil was like a vertical slit, similar to that of a dragon's. The light of his qi dimmed before it started to glow brighter than before but this time in a bright blue color.

Blue light surrounded the fruit in his hands, a suction force appearing on his palm absorbing the energies inside the fruit. Energy from the fruit coursed his entire body. Long Yang directed the energy towards his twelve meridians.

The energy bulldozed through the meridian, pushing out and obliterating all the obstacles in the way. It took around five minutes before the energy cleared the meridian and petered out.

Long Yang had finally cleared all twelve of his primary meridians at the age of fourteen. He got up, unlike before, there were no impurities on his body. Instead, he looked very clean, as if he had just taken a nice long bath. The blue qi around him dissipated as his left eye returned to normal.

He clenched his fist, 'I feel powerful, my body, it's so light. I feel completely different from before, I feel… at peace. I wonder how having all twelve primary meridians unlocked affects my qi and cultivation.'

He closed his eyes and began to cultivate, absorbing qi from his surroundings. It was kind of slow at first, but the speed picked up. Wind appeared in the closed-off room circling around with Long Yang as the center. The normally clear, invisible qi gathered around pulling towards Long Yang, forming a vortex of green qi.

He opened his eyes, and as if on cue the vortex surrounding him dissipated returning the room to normal. 'This speed, it's twice as fast as before! At this rate, I should be able to reach the foundation building stage in no time!'

'If my cultivation speed improved this much, then what about my qi output.'

Long Yang grunted, "Hnng!" With all his strength, he tried to output as much qi as possible. Green light outlined his body as his qi burst outward. His hair flew upwards, the amount of qi was well above the normal amount a cultivator at his level should have and the color of it was insanely pure.

Long Yang let out a breath as the qi retracted and the color disappeared. He stared into space in a daze, snapping out of it after a few seconds. 'I should have no problem beating someone at the same stage as me in a fight. I might even be able to hold my own against those higher than me!'

Long Yang nodded in satisfaction, 'Well, now that that's done, let's get started on my plan.' Long Yang got up and walked over to the box with the three hundred-year-old ginseng inside. He opened it and took one out. He walked over to his drawer and took out three empty vials.

He placed the vials down on the table and held the ginseng in his palms. Blue light outlined his body as he began to extract the energy from within the ginseng but unlike with the fruit, Long Yang didn't absorb the energy. He extracted the energy to form a pill. He did this with the other two ginseng as well, each forming a single green pill.

The pills shone with an unnatural light. There was no medicinal aroma around it but just holding it, Long Yang can feel the large amount of energies kept within the small pellets in his palm. He placed each one in a separate vial.

Long Yang then walked over to and rummaged through his wardrobe pulling out a brown cloak as well as a mask he had purchased a year ago. He folded the cloak with the mask inside and placed the vials and the cloak inside his robe before he departed.