Breathing Life into Flames
‘Yeonggi? As a hatchling who just opened my eyes, there's no way I can handle that!’
I'd read a few xianxia novels before, so I knew what yeonggi was. It was like mana in fantasy stories—the energy needed to cast spells in xianxia. But knowing what it was and actually manipulating it were worlds apart.
The comments seemed to have given up already, but I kept posting like a man grasping at straws.
‘Deep breathing?’ Amid the useless comments, I felt grateful to the high-nick user giving actual helpful advice. I started breathing out as he suggested, trying to sense the invisible yeonggi around me.
Whoosh—in, whoosh—out.
I kept inhaling and exhaling. The wild beasts watching from nearby stared like I was crazy, but I ignored them and continued. At first it was faint, but gradually I felt something gathering.
Kyu! ‘I can definitely feel it... Every exhale, something's pooling in my lower belly!’
In truth, sensing yeonggi overnight through breathing exercises was impossible. Even prodigies needed time to sense and control it freely.
But I wasn't a normal cultivator.
I was of dragon blood—the pinnacle among yoju and spirit roots. Not some half-breed, but pure-blooded dragon. So without guidance, I naturally sensed and handled yeonggi.
Who could've guessed? That I was a real dragon. The gallery users mocking me had no clue.
And so, after steady deep breathing, something pooled in my dantian below my belly.
Congratulations! You have awakened yeonggi for the first time.
I had finally properly entered the world of cultivators.
Kyu! ‘Whoa, it worked!’
CheongwangBulnak123 finally posted a complex mudra sequence in the comments and told me to follow it. Said it'd probably work. With no other options, I memorized it and tried without a second thought—oblivious to the gallery exploding behind the scenes.
Kyu..! ‘Earlier he said... arrange yeonggi in the spell pattern, then visualize intense fire energy, right?’
With a name like CheongwangBulnak123, probably a fire specialist. Whatever, I just hoped the spell he taught packed a punch.
And so, the yeonggi drawn from my dantian finally took perfect form.
Growl—!
‘Here goes! Please work!’ I visualized a fierce blaze as instructed—one that could burn everything and still rage on. Pure flame.
The result was shocking.
Whoosh—roar!!
Purr—?!Screeech—!
The moment I cast the spell, scorching flames erupted from my tiny mouth, engulfing the threatening wild beasts around me in an instant!
So hot even watching made my eyes water. And the flames weren't just burning—they pursued enemies like living things, resembling a bird of fire. Utterly mystical.
The gallery was full of doubts about my claims, but I grinned in victory.
Because it wasn't fake—I'd really cast the spell.
Kyu..! ‘Fufufu...! What if it really is real?’
Their skepticism wasn't baseless. Even I thought awakening yeonggi overnight and casting advanced spells was ridiculous.
But what could they do? I was no ordinary cultivator—I was dragonkin.
Living as a talent monster was always thrilling.
With eager anticipation, I calmly wrote my next post.