Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation

Chapter 545: A Busy Day

Kyrian slowly opened his eyes. The wooden ceiling of his room came into view, familiar and solid. The first rays of the morning, golden and warm, streamed through the small window, quietly illuminating the interior of the house and scattering dust dancing through the air.

For a few seconds, he remained still, his mind lingering between two worlds. His heart beat a little faster, the accelerated rhythm of someone who had just experienced something profound. As if a part of him still remained within that domain, floating through the darkness beside Gao Ziyue.

He slowly closed one hand, feeling the rough texture of the bedsheet beneath his fingers. Her words still echoed in his mind. Her past, her pain, her fear. The image of a child being pursued by her own uncle, of a young girl learning to hide from the world, of a woman carrying such profound loneliness that she herself had become a stranger to herself.

And, above all, the invitation.

A small smile appeared on his lips, one he couldn’t suppress.

Today. After sunset.

They would finally meet outside Azhura’k’s domain. For the first time, he would see Gao Ziyue standing before him up close, not merely as a voice shrouded in darkness, but as a real person, flesh and blood. He would be able to see her eyes, her expressions, the face she had hidden for so long.

Thinking about it, Kyrian felt a new surge of energy flow through his body. He calmly rose from the bed, his muscles still relaxed from sleep, but his mind already sharp and alert.

There was still a long day ahead. He would train with Sun Luguo, further refining his blacksmithing techniques. He would continue perfecting his forging skills, seeking perfection in every hammer strike and every carefully controlled flame.

He would also participate in the competitions and fight several more battles to completely consolidate his third dantian, feeling power flow through his meridians like a flooding river.

But regardless of all that, his thoughts returned again and again to a single thing.

Their meeting that night. The possibility of finally seeing the face behind the mist. The chance to truly meet the person who had trusted him with the darkest chapter of her life.

Without realizing it, as he began preparing for the new day, a rare feeling of anticipation slowly filled his heart. A feeling he had not experienced in a long time, a mixture of curiosity, nervous excitement, and an almost childlike hope.

The night could not come soon enough.

…

Kyrian walked over to the small clay stove that was still warm from the previous night.

Despite having just awakened, his mind remained surprisingly restless.

Gao Ziyue’s words. Her story. Her invitation to meet her that evening.

All of it still occupied much of his thoughts.

He calmly opened his spatial ring and took out several medicinal herbs, carefully separated into small bundles.

Serene Lotus Leaves. White Jade Root. Tranquil Moon Flowers. And a small amount of Mist Tea Leaves.

They were herbs well known for calming the mind, stabilizing the flow of spiritual energy, and improving concentration before activities that required great precision.

He placed each ingredient into the small clay kettle.

His spiritual flame ignited gently beneath the vessel.

A few minutes later…

A delicate aroma spread throughout the small residence.

It was a fresh, slightly sweet fragrance accompanied by a subtle herbal note that seemed to naturally dispel any unnecessary thoughts.

Kyrian poured himself a single cup. He drank slowly.

The warm liquid flowed down his throat as a pleasant sense of tranquility spread throughout his body.

His breathing became steadier. His heartbeat returned to its usual rhythm.

Even his three dantians seemed to circulate Qi with even greater harmony.

When he finished, he carefully placed the cup on the table.

“Today will be a long day…”

He murmured to himself. First… the alchemy competition. Then… battles against Core Formation Realm cultivators. And finally… the comprehension competition.

Kyrian remembered seeing that new event announced several days ago. At the time, he had not been certain whether he would participate.

Now, however…

His decision had been made.

Everything he had learned over the past few days, alchemy, forging, cultivation, and combat, had greatly expanded his understanding of every path.

It would be a good opportunity to test how far that understanding had progressed.

After all the competitions…

He would train once more with Sun Luguo. And only at nightfall… would he meet Gao Ziyue in front of the auction halls in the main square.

Thinking about it, a faint smile appeared on his face.

It would undoubtedly… be an extremely busy day.

…

A short while later…

Kyrian left the Sky Caravan and headed toward the enormous arenas built for the Celestial Descent Festival.

Even in the early hours of the morning, thousands of cultivators already filled the stands.

The atmosphere was bustling. Among the many competitions… the alchemy arena remained one of the most popular.

When he arrived, he presented his participant identification and calmly walked to his assigned workstation.

The challenge for this round was simple.

Refine a complete batch of Rank 4 spiritual pills using a formula created by the Alchemists Association.

As soon as the competition began…

Kyrian ignited his spiritual flame. Every movement was precise.

Every adjustment of temperature occurred at the exact right moment.

The herbs were refined one after another, their impurities removed with absolute perfection.

The alchemists around him were still struggling to stabilize their flames when Kyrian had already begun fusing the refined essences.

His control was flawless.

Not a single fragment of spiritual energy was wasted.

A short while later…

The distinctive aroma of freshly refined pills spread throughout the arena.

When the cauldron was opened… several pills rested quietly inside.

Each possessed a perfectly smooth surface, a uniform sheen, and flawlessly condensed spiritual energy.

Purity… Perfect.

The judges quickly approached.

After a brief inspection… they all exchanged looks of obvious surprise.

One of the elders simply nodded slowly.

“Perfect purity.”

Another is immediately confirmed.

“Complete batch.”

“Qualified.”

The news quickly spread throughout the arena.

While many competitors were still refining their pills…

Kyrian had already secured his place in the next round with absolute ease.

Without showing the slightest arrogance…

He calmly put away his alchemy tools.

Then he left the arena. There were still two competitions remaining. And… that long day was only just beginning.