"Source Flow Construction Method" = Low-Level Evil Cultivation Technique

In the blink of an eye, several more days passed.

The morning light struggled to tear through the night's veil.

Feng Mengmeng was still lost in the sweet dream of her date with a handsome guy when a familiar, forceful hand yanked her straight out of her warm blankets.

"Ah—Great-Grandpa!"

A short, startled cry escaped her lips, instantly dispelling most of her drowsiness.

Feng Xingxia, on the other hand, was full of vigor, his face glowing with energy—a stark contrast to his great-granddaughter's bleary-eyed state.

Holding Feng Mengmeng by the collar with one hand, he moved with the agility of someone decades younger, practically sprinting toward the backyard in a whirlwind of excitement.

"My dear great-granddaughter!" Feng Xingxia's voice trembled with barely contained exhilaration. "Quick, let's begin, begin!"

Feng Mengmeng hung her head, her face scrunched up in frustration, her heart utterly defeated.

For days now, ever since this so-called "Sourceflow Construction Method" had entered their lives, she hadn't had a single peaceful night's sleep.

Without fail, she was dragged out of bed at the ungodly hour of 4 a.m. to sit in the chilly backyard, attempting to grasp the elusive concept of "source essence" cultivation.

What could she sense?

Absolutely nothing!

Time ticked by.

The backyard was silent, save for the soft rustling of leaves in the early morning breeze.

Feng Mengmeng sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, following the instructions of the "Sourceflow Construction Method"—a book her great-grandfather revered as sacred—straining to construct what it called "source circuits" within her body.

Her face flushed red with effort, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

Up until now, every time she reached this stage, her "inner sight" had been plunged into utter darkness.

Not a trace of source essence—not even a metaphorical fart—could be detected.

To her, source essence was as distant as the clouds on the horizon.

In the Great Xia's statistical records on superhumans, there was one cold, hard fact: out of a hundred people, only about one could truly embark on the path of the extraordinary.

The biggest hurdle? "Source essence perception."

A full seventy percent of people, like Feng Mengmeng, were born "blind"—utterly incapable of "seeing" source essence, let alone capturing and refining it.

These individuals weren't completely barred from the extraordinary, but their efficiency in gathering source essence was so abysmal that they might spend their entire lives without ever breaking past the fourth tier.

Decades of effort could leave them still weaker than fresh-faced students in the academies.

Of the remaining thirty percent, nearly two-thirds could "see" source essence but suffered severe physical rejection—akin to an "allergy" to it. Forcing absorption would only backfire spectacularly.

Feng Mengmeng was one of the unlucky seventy percent, doomed to be excluded from mainstream cultivation.

But today…

Just as she was about to give up and brace for yet another failure—

"Buzz—"

Her body jolted violently without warning!

A strange, electrifying sensation surged through her limbs, unlike anything she'd ever experienced.

In the endless darkness of her "inner sight," a faint glimmer of light suddenly pierced through.

Trembling and fragile, it flickered weakly—but it was undeniably there!

"!!!"

Feng Mengmeng's eyes flew open, wide with disbelief and overwhelming joy.

She forgot to breathe, simply staring dumbfounded at that wisp of "source essence."

A few seconds later, as if snapping back to reality, she leaped up from the cushion, her voice shrill with excitement: "Great-Grandpa!"

"I… I think… I think I did it!"

Feng Xingxia, who had been standing guard with even more tension than Feng Mengmeng, froze at her near-screamed declaration.

His wrinkled face first blanked, then twisted into sheer astonishment.

"Wh-what!?"

The old man lunged forward, gripping her shoulders with bone-white knuckles.

"You did it? Really… really!?"

Feng Mengmeng nodded furiously, her eyes no longer brimming with frustration but with exhilaration and disbelief.

"Yes! I saw it!"

At her confirmation, Feng Xingxia felt blood rush to his head, his face flushing even redder. His excitement eclipsed even the thrill of his own breakthrough from the eleventh to the twelfth tier all those years ago.

Why?

Because while twelfth-tier experts were rare, they weren't unheard of in Great Xia's history—some eras even saw a handful of such prodigies.

But in the realm of source essence cultivation, the divide of innate talent was near insurmountable.

You either had it or you didn't.

Those who couldn't "see" source essence or were "allergic" to it were essentially handed a death sentence—their path forward was a dead end.

Throughout history, no one on Earth had ever broken free of this natural constraint.

A century ago, research on the matter had been abandoned, deemed a pointless waste of resources.

But now—

The "Sourceflow Construction Method" that Su Qi had provided…

Had actually worked a miracle!

It had reignited hope on a path long considered hopeless!

Feng Xingxia took a deep breath, trying to steady his tumultuous emotions.

He knew the core philosophy of the "Sourceflow Construction Method" was fundamentally different from the Great Xia's mainstream "Source Essence Capture Technique."

The latter, as the name suggested, revolved around "capturing."

The former, however, focused on "sourceflow" and "construction."

The difference sounded trivial, but in practice, it was night and day.

To put it in simpler terms:

Imagine standing before a hundred little girls.

Only two are actual little girls—the rest are traps.

Those two represent "source essence."

How do you find them?

The "Source Essence Capture Technique" relies on "observation."

You coax them into lowering their guard, scrutinize key differences, and eventually pinpoint the two genuine ones to "capture" and refine.

But if your "charm" isn't high enough, they won't let you look.

In such cases, the only option is brute-forcing it—checking each one manually and tossing back the fakes.

Not only is this risky (you might get slapped), it's also wildly inefficient, with frequent "re-checks."

At best, the efficiency is a mere one percent of a normal superhuman's.

Even with perfect memory and accounting for early successes, the cap is around five percent.

Su Qi's "Sourceflow Construction Method," however, was… unconventional.

It didn't involve checking.

First, you'd go to the store and buy a bag of super-lollipops specially designed to attract little girls (i.e., construct a circuit channel).

This way, the traps are far less likely to be lured than the actual little girls.

Instantly, you've filtered out a batch of potential "source essence" energy clusters.

Of course, this screening method isn’t foolproof.

What if some greedy little demon girl just wants to eat a lollipop?

No problem.

Su Qi had already considered this when buying the lollipops—

Wait, no—the "Sourceflow Construction Method" had already accounted for this scenario during its creation.

So these lollipops were specially made.

They contained a "diuretic agent."

After the "little lolita" attracted by the candy finished eating it, her method of relief would reveal the truth.

One glance would confirm it, and then—bam—caught in one sweep.

Back then, when the balding man heard Su Qi’s idea, he waited until everyone left before confronting him.

This didn’t seem like something a human could come up with.

It felt more like something from the Descenders’ side.

But as it turned out, thinking outside the box could break conventional norms.

This process outright eliminated the possibility of "not being seen."

So, Old Feng had been itching to test one thing these past few days.

Could those who were previously deemed "unworthy due to insufficient charm" complete their source absorption through this unorthodox method?

Now, Old Feng had his answer…

Yes.

At this thought, Feng Xingxia could no longer suppress the tidal wave of excitement in his heart.

"Kekekeke!!!"

A burst of maniacal laughter erupted from the old man’s throat, sharp and ear-piercing, completely shattering his usual aura of profound mystery.

He threw his head back, laughing so hard he nearly toppled over, his washed-out tank top, baggy gray shorts, and flip-flops creating a ludicrous sight.

He was too thrilled!

Feng Mengmeng was startled by her great-grandfather’s sudden outburst and instinctively took half a step back, calling out timidly, "G-Great Grandpa?"

But Feng Xingxia didn’t seem to hear her.

He laughed until tears welled in his eyes.

That kid, Su Qi—he was truly a once-in-a-millennium monster!

Of course, the Sourceflow Construction Method wasn’t as flawless as it seemed.

Its drawbacks were equally critical.

First, it was a "low-tier technique."

Yes, low-tier.

The Source Capture Method had a cultivation ceiling of twelve stages, but it was selective—requiring innate talent.

The Sourceflow Construction Method capped at around eleven stages, but it was far less picky. Anyone without a source allergy could practice it.

Second, it was a "heretical technique."

Its cultivation speed had nothing to do with personal strength—only the ambient source density mattered.

Whether you were a novice at the first stage or a master at the tenth, in a normal environment, you’d cultivate at the speed of a fifth-stage practitioner.

In special environments, though…

For example, in Old Feng’s courtyard, the efficiency could rise to the seventh stage.

With a source crystal in hand, it could reach the tenth stage.

In ancient times, practitioners would’ve resorted to "killing and plundering," seizing the world’s blessings for themselves.

So… what should’ve taken three days to verify ended up stretching over seven, even with the full might of Great Xia’s resources thrown at it.

But it was enough.

Not only did it pioneer a new era in source cultivation, but this "heretical technique" was exactly what Great Xia needed in its darkest hour!

Three years from now, survival would be the priority—who’d care about drawbacks?

And Su Qi was still so young!

Given time, he might refine the Sourceflow Construction Method further, even surpass the Source Capture Method. Feng Xingxia wouldn’t be surprised.

Just as Old Feng’s laughter reached its peak, a pained groan cut through his euphoria.

"Great Grandpa… I… I’m in so much pain…"

Feng Mengmeng’s face was deathly pale, her forehead glistening with cold sweat as she hugged her arms, curled into a trembling ball.

"It feels… like my body’s being torn apart…"

Feng Xingxia’s laughter died instantly.

His jubilant expression vanished, replaced by grave concern. His heart clenched.

Had he pushed too far?

He’d been confident, but experimenting on his own great-granddaughter—if something went wrong, he’d never forgive himself.

"Don’t move! Let me check!"

In a flash, he was at her side, his gnarled hand pressing firmly against her back.

A gentle yet immense force surged into Feng Mengmeng’s body, scouring every inch for abnormalities.

Everything was intact—no damage whatsoever.

Her constructed soul sea was stable, even more solid than expected.

So where was the problem?

Feng Xingxia’s scrutiny deepened until he pinpointed the issue.

It wasn’t damage—it was overload.

The influx of source energy was too fast, too violent!

Feng Mengmeng was an ordinary girl with no prior cultivation experience. Her body could only handle a trickling stream.

Yet the Sourceflow Construction Method was unleashing a raging flood!

The fact that her "stream" hadn’t collapsed was a miracle, but the agony of her channels being forcibly widened was all too real.

Having identified the cause, Feng Xingxia’s tension eased, and a wry smile tugged at his lips.

"Hang in there—it’s nothing serious!"

He patted her back, his voice brimming with barely contained excitement. "This is an opportunity most people could only dream of!"

…

Two and a half hours later.

Feng Mengmeng finally recovered from the excruciating ordeal.

She lay limp on the sofa, her face still pale, but her eyes sparkled with a newfound vitality.

She could feel the transformation—her senses were sharper, her body brimming with unprecedented strength.

"Great Grandpa…" She stared at Feng Xingxia in awe. "This… the cultivation method you created is incredible! Does this mean our Feng family will become Great Xia’s top clan?"

Feng Xingxia’s beard bristled as he scolded, "Nonsense! I didn’t create this."

His tone turned stern.

"And stop obsessing over the ‘Feng family’—what’s there to compete for?"

Then, as if remembering something, he added,

"No more cultivating today. Your body needs rest. I have matters to attend to."

Youngsters tasting forbidden fruit for the first time might not know when to stop.

"Where are you going, Great Grandpa?"

"None of your business."

Feng Mengmeng didn’t press further.

When Great Grandpa said that, it meant it was "bigger" than she was qualified to know.

Feng Xingxia hurried to his room to change into something more formal.

He needed to discuss with the other elders whether the Sourceflow Construction Method warranted a "new national policy."

This was no longer just a national treasure—it was far beyond that.