《Battle Through the Heavens》 Fallen genius "Fighting Qi, Third Stage!" Gazing at the five glaring, almost eye-piercing characters on the testing magic stone tablet, the young man''s face remained expressionless, a trace of self-mockery curling at the corners of his lips. His tightly clenched fists dug sharp nails deep into his palms, sending waves of piercing pain through his hands... "Xiao Yan, Fighting Qi, Third Stage! Level: Low!" Beside the testing stone tablet, a middle-aged man glanced at the information displayed and announced it indifferently... As soon as the man''s voice fell, it unsurprisingly stirred waves of scornful murmurs across the crowded square. "Third Stage? Heh, just as I expected. This so-called ''genius'' hasn''t made any progress this year either!" "Tch, this good-for-nothing has completely disgraced our family." "If it weren''t for the fact that the clan leader is his father, a useless waste like him would have long been kicked out and left to fend for himself. How could he still be allowed to freeload off the family?" "Ah, how has the once-famous prodigy of Wutan City fallen so low?" "Xiao Mei, Fighting Qi: Seventh Stage! Level: High!" "Yes!"Hearing the examiner announce her results, the young girl''s face lit up with a proud smile... "Tsk tsk, Seventh Stage Fighting Qi¡ªtruly impressive. At this rate, she¡¯ll probably become a true Fighter in just three years..." "As expected of one of the family¡¯s elite talents..." Listening to the waves of admiration from the crowd, the girl¡¯s smile widened. Vanity¡ªa temptation few could resist, especially a young girl like her. Chatting and laughing with a few close friends, Xiao Mei¡¯s gaze suddenly drifted past the crowd, landing on a lone figure standing apart from everyone else... After a brief moment of hesitation, she dismissed the thought of approaching him. The two of them were no longer on the same level. Given Xiao Yan¡¯s performance over the past few years, at best, he would end up as a low-ranking member of the family after adulthood. Meanwhile, with her outstanding talent, she would be groomed as a core powerhouse of the Xiao Clan¡ªher future was limitless. "Sigh..."For some reason, she let out a soft sigh, her mind flashing back to the confident young prodigy from three years ago. A boy who began cultivating Qi at four, reached theNinth Stage of Fighting Qiby ten, broke through to theTenth Stageat eleven, and successfully condensed aFighting Qi Vortex, becoming the youngestFighterin the Xiao family¡¯s past century! Back then, he radiated confidence, his potential seemingly boundless. Countless young girls had harbored secret affections for him¡ªincluding Xiao Mei herself. But the path of a genius was never smooth. Three years ago, this young prodigy, at the peak of his fame, suffered the cruelest blow of his life. Not only did his hard-earnedFighting Qi Vortexinexplicably vanish overnight, but his remaining Fighting Qi also began to mysteriously dissipate over time. The direct consequence? His strength continuously regressed. From the pinnacle of genius, he plummeted to a state even worse than an ordinary person. The blow left him broken, and the title of "genius" was gradually replaced by scorn and mockery. Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. The higher you climb, the harder you fall.And this time, it seemed he might never rise again.
"Next, Xiao Xun¡¯er!" The examiner¡¯s voice rang out once more, cutting through the noise. At the sound of this elegant name, the crowd suddenly fell silent. All eyes shifted in unison. At the center of attention stood a young girl in a violet dress, poised with tranquil grace. Her delicate face remained calm, unperturbed by the stares fixed upon her. Her demeanor was cool and detached, like a newly bloomed lotus¡ªalready exuding an otherworldly charm despite her youth. It was hard to imagine how devastatingly beautiful she would become in the future. In terms of beauty and presence, this violet-clad girl surpassed even Xiao Mei, which explained the crowd¡¯s reaction. With light steps, Xiao Xun¡¯er approached the testing stone tablet. She extended her small hand, the black-gold-trimmed sleeve sliding down to reveal a slender, snow-white wrist, before gently pressing it against the stone... A brief pause¡ªthen a dazzling light erupted from the tablet once more. "Fighting Qi: Ninth Stage! Level: High!" Silence. Absolute silence. Then¡ª "...Ninth Stage?! That¡¯s terrifying! Without a doubt, Miss Xun¡¯er is now the strongest among the younger generation of the Xiao Clan."The surrounding youths gulped involuntarily, their eyes filled with awe. Fighting Qi was the foundation of every Fighter. The initial stages ranged fromFirst to Tenth Stage, and upon reaching the Tenth Stage, one could condense aFighting Qi Vortex¡ªofficially becoming aFighter, a title worthy of respect! In the crowd, Xiao Mei frowned slightly, staring at the violet-clad girl in front of the tablet, a trace of envy flashing across her face... Even the usually indifferent examiner couldn¡¯t help but reveal a rare smile. He spoke respectfully,"Miss Xun¡¯er, in half a year, you should be able to condense your Fighting Qi Vortex. If you succeed, you¡¯ll become a true Fighter at the age of fourteen¡ªmaking you the second person in the Xiao Clan¡¯s past century to achieve this!" Yes, thesecond. The first? That honor belonged to Xiao Yan¡ªbefore he lost his brilliance. "Thank you."The girl nodded slightly, her expression unchanged by the praise. Calmly, she turned and walked toward the back of the crowd, where a despondent young man stood... "Brother Xiao Yan."As she passed him, she paused, bending slightly in a respectful bow. A gentle smile bloomed on her exquisite face¡ªone that made the other girls around them burn with jealousy. Xiao Yan let out a bitter laugh."Do I still deserve to be called that by you?"He looked at her, now the brightest jewel of the Xiao Clan. Even in his downfall, she was one of the very few who still treated him with respect. "Brother Xiao Yan,"she said softly, her voice warm,"you once told me¡ª''To hold, one must first let go. Only those who can release and grasp freely are truly at ease.''" Xiao Yan chuckled darkly."At ease? I was just spouting nonsense. Look at me now¡ªdo I seem ''at ease'' to you? Besides... this world was never meant for me." Xiao Xun¡¯er¡¯s delicate brows furrowed slightly."I don¡¯t know what happened to you,"she said earnestly,"but I believe you¡¯ll stand again. You¡¯ll reclaim your glory and dignity."She paused, then added, her fair cheeks tinged with a faint blush,"The Xiao Yan from back then... was truly remarkable." "Hah..."Flustered by her blunt honesty, Xiao Yan could only laugh awkwardly. He had no response. In the past, he might have flirted back¡ªwhat young man wouldn¡¯t? But now? He had neither the right nor the heart for it. With a desolate sigh, he turned and walked away, his figure lonely against the bustling crowd. Xiao Xun¡¯er watched him for a moment, then, ignoring the envious glares behind her, quickened her pace to catch up. Side by side, they left the square together. Translation Notes:
  1. "Fighter" (¶·Õß D¨°u zh¨§)¨C The first major cultivation stage, marking the transition from basic Qi training to true combat prowess.
  2. "Fighting Qi Vortex" (¶·Ö®ÆøÐý D¨°u zh¨© q¨¬ xu¨¢n)¨C The critical breakthrough where Qi condenses into a self-sustaining cycle, unlocking higher power.
  3. Xiao Xun¡¯er¡¯s dialogue¨C Her tone is deliberately gentle and respectful, contrasting with others¡¯ mockery, emphasizing her unique bond with Xiao Yan.
  4. Cultural Nuances¨C The "lotus" imagery reflects purity and untouchable elegance in Chinese literature, reinforcing Xun¡¯er¡¯s ethereal presence.
This passage highlights the stark contrast between Xiao Yan¡¯s past glory and current despair, while foreshadowing future redemption through Xun¡¯er¡¯s unwavering faith in him. Chapter Two: The Continent of Dou Qi The moon hung like a silver plate in the sky, surrounded by countless stars. At the top of a cliff, Xiao Yan lay sprawled on the grass, a green stalk of grass between his lips. He chewed it lightly, allowing the faint bitterness to spread in his mouth. Raising his somewhat pale hand, he blocked his view, peering through the gaps between his fingers at the enormous silver moon in the sky. Sigh¡­ Thinking back to the test earlier that afternoon, Xiao Yan let out a soft sigh. He lazily withdrew his hand, resting his head on his arms, his gaze somewhat dazed. "Fifteen years already¡­" A low murmur escaped his lips, seemingly random yet carrying deep meaning. In Xiao Yan¡¯s heart lay a secret only he knew¡ªhe was not originally from this world. Or rather, his soul did not belong here. He came from a blue planet called Earth. As for why he had arrived here, he had no explanation for such an absurd turn of events. However, after living here for some time, he belatedly realized the truth: he had crossed over! As he grew older, Xiao Yan gradually gained a vague understanding of this continent. This land was known as the Continent of Dou Qi. Unlike the fantasy worlds in novels, there were no elemental magics here. Instead, Dou Qi was the sole dominant force! On this continent, the cultivation of Dou Qi had, through the efforts of countless generations, reached its peak. Due to its continuous evolution, Dou Qi had even spread among the common folk, becoming deeply intertwined with daily life. As a result, its importance was irreplaceable. The extreme proliferation of Dou Qi had also led to countless divergent cultivation methods. Naturally, some were strong, while others were weak. After systematic classification, the Dou Qi cultivation techniques on the continent were divided into four tiers and twelve levels, ranked from highest to lowest: Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow! Each tier was further divided into Low, Mid, and High grades! The level of one¡¯s Dou Qi cultivation technique was a key factor in determining future achievements. For example, someone who practiced a Mystic-tier Mid-grade technique would naturally be stronger than a peer who cultivated a Yellow-tier High-grade one. On the Continent of Dou Qi, strength was determined by three main factors. First and foremost was one¡¯s own power. If a person¡¯s strength was only at the level of a 1-Star Dou Practitioner, even if they cultivated a legendary Heaven-tier High-grade technique, they would still struggle to defeat a Dou Master who practiced a Yellow-tier method. Second was the cultivation technique itself. Between two warriors of the same level, the one with the higher-grade technique would hold a clear advantage in battle. The third factor was Dou Techniques! As the name suggested, these were special skills used to harness Dou Qi. On the continent, Dou Techniques were also classified into Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow tiers. The number of Dou Techniques in the world was countless, but most of the commonly circulated ones were only around the Yellow tier. To obtain more profound techniques, one had to join a sect or enroll in a Dou Qi academy. Of course, some people stumbled upon legacies left behind by predecessors through sheer luck. These techniques often came with matching Dou Techniques, and when used together, their power was even greater. These three factors determined one¡¯s true strength. In short, possessing a high-tier Dou Qi technique promised immense future benefits. However, high-tier cultivation techniques were exceedingly difficult for ordinary people to obtain. Most techniques circulating among the common populace were only at the Yellow tier. Some powerful families or mid-sized sects might possess Mystic-tier techniques. For example, the Xiao family¡¯s most advanced technique, "Furious Lion¡¯s Roar," was a wind-attribute Mystic-tier Mid-grade technique, reserved only for the clan leader. Above the Mystic tier was the Earth tier, but such profound techniques were likely only held by supreme factions or great empires. As for the Heaven tier¡­ it hadn¡¯t appeared in centuries. Theoretically, it was nearly impossible for an ordinary person to obtain a high-tier technique. However, exceptions existed. The Continent of Dou Qi was vast, home to countless races. In the north, there were barbarians renowned for their immense strength and ability to fuse with beast spirits. In the south, there were highly intelligent advanced magical beast clans, as well as infamous dark races known for their sinister and ruthless ways. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Due to the continent¡¯s vastness, many reclusive experts chose to hide their self-created techniques in remote places before their deaths, waiting for a destined individual to discover them. A saying circulated on the Continent of Dou Qi: "If one day, you fall off a cliff and land in a cave, don¡¯t panic. Take two steps forward¡ªperhaps you will become a powerhouse!" This was no joke. Over the past thousand years, there had been no shortage of stories about people rising to greatness through such serendipitous encounters. The result of these tales was a surge of hopeful dreamers who camped near cliffs, ready to jump in hopes of obtaining a legendary technique. Of course, most of them returned with broken limbs¡­ In any case, this was a continent filled with miracles¡ªand the potential to create them. Naturally, to cultivate Dou Qi techniques, one first needed to become a true Dou Practitioner. For Xiao Yan, that goal still seemed far away. "Pah." Spitting out the grass stalk, Xiao Yan suddenly leaped to his feet, his face twisting in fury as he roared at the night sky: "Damn it all! Did you bring me here just to play me for a fool?!" In his past life, Xiao Yan had been an utterly ordinary person, one among the faceless masses. Wealth and beautiful women were like parallel lines to him¡ªnever intersecting with his life. Yet, upon arriving in this world, he was pleasantly surprised to discover that due to the fusion of two lifetimes¡¯ worth of experiences, his soul was far stronger than an average person¡¯s! In the Continent of Dou Qi, the soul was innate. While it might grow slightly with age, there were no known techniques to actively cultivate it¡ªnot even Heaven-tier methods could achieve this. This was common knowledge. The strength of his soul had granted Xiao Yan extraordinary talent in cultivation, earning him a reputation as a genius. When an ordinary person suddenly gains the potential to stand above countless others, maintaining humility becomes difficult without immense self-discipline. Unsurprisingly, Xiao Yan¡ªwho had been an average man in his past life¡ªlacked such restraint. Thus, when he began cultivating Dou Qi, he chose the path of a dazzling prodigy rather than growing quietly in the shadows. Had nothing unexpected occurred, Xiao Yan might have continued flourishing under the title of "genius." Unfortunately, at the age of eleven, that title was abruptly stripped away. Overnight, the genius became the butt of ridicule¡ªa good-for-nothing in the eyes of the world. ¡­¡­ After his outburst, Xiao Yan¡¯s emotions gradually settled. His face returned to its usual melancholy. No matter how angry he was, it wouldn¡¯t restore the Dou Qi vortex he had painstakingly cultivated. With a bitter shake of his head, Xiao Yan felt a pang of injustice. After all, he had no idea what was happening to his body. Routine checks revealed nothing unusual. His soul had only grown stronger with age, and his speed of absorbing Dou Qi was even faster than during his peak years. By all accounts, his talent hadn¡¯t diminished¡ªyet every wisp of Dou Qi he absorbed inexplicably vanished without a trace. This bizarre phenomenon left him disheartened. With another sigh, Xiao Yan raised his hand, his fingers brushing against a black ring on his finger. The ring was ancient and unadorned, its material unknown. Faint patterns were etched onto its surface¡ªthis was the only keepsake his mother had left him before her death. He had worn it since the age of four, and over the past decade, it had become a cherished memento. "These past few years¡­ I¡¯ve truly failed Mother¡¯s expectations," he muttered with a self-deprecating smile. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan suddenly turned his head and called warmly into the dark forest: "Father, you¡¯re here?" Despite having only three segments of Dou Qi, Xiao Yan¡¯s soul perception surpassed even that of a 5-Star Dou Practitioner. Earlier, when speaking of his mother, he had sensed movement in the woods. "Haha, Yan¡¯er, why are you still up here so late?" After a brief pause, a man¡¯s concerned laughter rang out from the trees. Rustling branches parted as a middle-aged man stepped forward, his face filled with warmth as he gazed at his son under the moonlight. The man wore luxurious gray robes, his every stride exuding authority. His thick eyebrows added to his imposing presence. This was the current head of the Xiao family¡ªXiao Yan¡¯s father, Xiao Zhan, a 5-Star Great Dou Master! "Father, you¡¯re not resting either?" Xiao Yan¡¯s smile widened. Despite retaining memories of his past life, he held deep affection for this man who had doted on him since birth¡ªeven more so after his fall from grace. Such unwavering love had earned Xiao Zhan the title of Father in Xiao Yan¡¯s heart. "Yan¡¯er, still thinking about this afternoon¡¯s test?" Xiao Zhan strode forward with a smile. "Hah, nothing to think about. It was expected." Xiao Yan shook his head with a maturity beyond his years, though his smile was strained. "Sigh¡­" Xiao Zhan studied his son¡¯s youthful yet solemn face before hesitating. "Yan¡¯er¡­ you¡¯re fifteen now, aren¡¯t you?" "Yes, Father." "In another year¡­ it¡¯ll be time for your Coming of Age Ceremony," Xiao Zhan said with a pained smile. "Indeed. One more year." Xiao Yan¡¯s fingers tightened imperceptibly, but his voice remained calm. He knew full well what the ceremony entailed. If he failed to demonstrate sufficient potential, he would lose the right to enter the Dou Qi Pavilion and select a cultivation technique. Instead, he¡¯d be assigned to manage the family¡¯s mundane businesses¡ªa rule even the clan leader couldn¡¯t override. After all, those who failed to reach the Dou Practitioner rank by age twenty-five would no longer be recognized by the family. "I¡¯m sorry, Yan¡¯er. If your Dou Qi doesn¡¯t reach seven segments in a year, I¡¯ll have no choice but to assign you to the family¡¯s enterprises. This clan isn¡¯t mine alone to rule¡ªthose old fogies are just waiting for me to slip up¡­" Xiao Zhan¡¯s voice was heavy with guilt. "Father, I¡¯ll work hard. In one year, I will reach seven segments!" Xiao Yan smiled reassuringly. "One year¡­ four segments? Hah. If it were the past, maybe. But now¡­ there¡¯s almost no chance." Though he comforted his father aloud, Xiao Yan inwardly scoffed at himself. Xiao Zhan, fully aware of his son¡¯s predicament, could only sigh in response. He knew how nearly impossible it was to advance four segments in a year. Patting Xiao Yan¡¯s head, he suddenly chuckled. "It¡¯s late. Get some rest. Tomorrow, an important guest is visiting the family. Don¡¯t embarrass us." "An important guest? Who?" Xiao Yan blinked curiously. "You¡¯ll find out tomorrow." With a playful wink, Xiao Zhan strode away, leaving his son behind. "Don¡¯t worry, Father. I¡¯ll do my best." Stroking the ancient ring on his finger, Xiao Yan murmured to the sky. At that moment, the black ring emitted a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer¡ªone that vanished in an instant, unnoticed by anyone. Chapter Three: The Guest On the bed, the young man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his hands forming a strange seal in front of him. His chest rose and fell gently with each breath, forming a perfect rhythm. With each cycle, faint wisps of white energy flowed into his body through his nose and mouth, nourishing his bones and flesh. As he meditated, the ancient black ring on his finger once again emitted a faint, eerie glow before fading away. "Hah¡­" Exhaling a turbid breath, the young man suddenly opened his eyes. A fleeting white light flashed within his dark pupils¡ªtraces of Dou Qi that had just been absorbed but not yet fully refined. "The Dou Qi I worked so hard to cultivate is disappearing again¡­ Damn it!" Sensing the state of his body, his face twisted in anger, and he couldn¡¯t help but curse sharply. His fists clenched tightly. After a long moment, he shook his head with a bitter smile and wearily climbed off the bed, stretching his numb legs. With only three segments of Dou Qi, he couldn¡¯t ignore physical exhaustion like true experts could. After a brief stretch, an elderly voice called from outside the room: "Third Young Master, the clan leader requests your presence in the main hall!" Third Young Master¡ªXiao Yan was the third son of the Xiao family. He had two older brothers, though they had long since left to train elsewhere, returning only occasionally at the end of the year. Generally speaking, they treated their younger brother quite well. "Mm." Casually acknowledging the summons, Xiao Yan changed into fresh robes and stepped out, smiling at the blue-robed elder waiting outside. "Let¡¯s go, Steward Mo." The old man nodded kindly at the boy¡¯s youthful face. But the moment he turned away, a trace of imperceptible pity flashed in his aged eyes. "Ah¡­ With the talent the Third Young Master once had, he should have already become an outstanding Dou Practitioner by now. What a shame¡­" Following the steward through the rear courtyard, they soon arrived outside the solemn guest hall. After knocking respectfully, the old man gently pushed the door open. The hall was spacious and filled with people. At the head sat Xiao Zhan and three expressionless elders¡ªthe family¡¯s Grand Elders, whose authority rivaled the clan leader¡¯s. To their left sat other senior family members with influence and strength, accompanied by outstanding younger-generation disciples. On the opposite side were three strangers¡ªlikely the "important guests" Xiao Zhan had mentioned the night before. Xiao Yan¡¯s gaze swept over them curiously. One was an old man in a moon-white robe, his face lively and smiling. Though his eyes were narrow, they occasionally gleamed with sharp light. Xiao Yan¡¯s attention dropped to the man¡¯s chest¡ªand his heart jolted. Embroidered there was a silver crescent moon, surrounded by seven golden stars. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. "A Seven-Star Great Dou Master! This old man¡­ is actually stronger than my father by two stars!" Great Dou Masters were figures renowned across regions, their strength enough to make any faction vie for their favor. Seeing one so suddenly, it was no wonder Xiao Yan was shocked. Beside the elder sat a young man and woman dressed in identical moon-white robes. The man appeared around twenty, with handsome features and a tall, commanding presence. But more importantly, his chest bore five golden stars¡ªmarking him as a Five-Star Dou Practitioner! Reaching such a level at his age indicated remarkable talent. With his looks and strength, the young man had already captivated many of the family¡¯s naive girls¡ªeven Xiao Mei, who sat nearby, couldn¡¯t help stealing glances at him, her eyes sparkling. Yet the young man seemed indifferent to their attention, his focus entirely on the beautiful girl beside him. She appeared around Xiao Yan¡¯s age, but to his surprise, her looks surpassed even Xiao Mei¡¯s. Within the Xiao family, only the lotus-like Xiao Xun¡¯er could compare. No wonder this man ignored the other girls. Jade-green earrings dangled from her delicate ears, swaying gently and emitting crisp, crystalline chimes¡ªa subtle mark of nobility. And on her budding chest were three golden stars. "A Three-Star Dou Practitioner¡­ If she achieved this without external aids, then she¡¯s a monstrous genius!" Xiao Yan inhaled quietly but only glanced at her cold, exquisite face for a moment before looking away. Beneath his youthful appearance lay a mature soul¡ªno matter how beautiful she was, he wasn¡¯t about to gawk like a fool. His indifference seemed to surprise the girl slightly. Though she wasn¡¯t vain, she knew her own charm. His casual dismissal was¡­ unexpected. But that was all. "Father, Elders." Stepping forward, Xiao Yan bowed respectfully to Xiao Zhan and the three Grand Elders. "Ah, Yan¡¯er, you¡¯re here. Take a seat," Xiao Zhan said, pausing his conversation with the guests to nod at him. Xiao Yan smiled but pretended not to notice the impatience and disdain in the elders¡¯ eyes. Scanning the hall, however, he froze. There was no seat for him. "Heh¡­ My status in this family really has fallen this low, huh? Even in front of guests, they¡¯re humiliating me now. These old bastards¡­" As he stood awkwardly, muffled laughter arose from the younger family members, clearly enjoying his embarrassment. Noticing his predicament, Xiao Zhan¡¯s face darkened with anger. "Second Elder, you¡ª" "Ah! My apologies, I forgot about the Third Young Master. I¡¯ll arrange a seat at once!" The yellow-robed elder feigned remorse, though the mockery in his eyes was barely concealed. "Brother Xiao Yan, sit here." A soft voice suddenly rang out. The three elders stiffened, their gazes darting to the corner where Xiao Xun¡¯er sat quietly. Their lips twitched, but none dared speak. In the shadows, Xun¡¯er closed the thick book in her hands with a gentle smile, her demeanor elegant and composed. She blinked playfully at Xiao Yan. Meeting her gaze, Xiao Yan hesitated, then rubbed his nose and walked over under the envious stares of the other youths, seating himself beside her. "You saved me again," he whispered, catching the faint fragrance of her scent. Xun¡¯er smiled, delicate dimples appearing on her cheeks. Her slender fingers reopened the ancient book, her quiet maturity giving her a scholarly charm. After a pause, she suddenly murmured, "It¡¯s been three years since we last sat together like this, hasn¡¯t it?" "Uh¡­ Well, Xun¡¯er is the family¡¯s genius now. Making friends should be easy, right?" Xiao Yan chuckled awkwardly, avoiding her sidelong gaze. "When I was four to six years old, someone sneaked into my room every night. Using clumsy methods and weak Dou Qi, they warmed my bones and meridians, always leaving exhausted and drenched in sweat. Brother Xiao Yan¡­ who do you think that was?" After a long silence, Xun¡¯er turned her head, smiling brilliantly at him¡ªa sight that made the surrounding boys stare in awe. "Cough¡­ H-how would I know? We were just toddlers back then!" Xiao Yan¡¯s heart skipped a beat. Forcing a laugh, he quickly looked away, feigning interest in the hall¡¯s decor. "Hehe¡­" Noticing his reaction, Xun¡¯er¡¯s lips curved softly. As her eyes returned to her book, she murmured almost to herself: "Though his intentions were good¡­ I¡¯m still a girl, you know? Sneaking into a girl¡¯s room to touch her body¡ªhow shameless. If I ever find out who it was¡­ hmph." Xiao Yan¡¯s mouth twitched. Sweating internally, he stared straight ahead, saying nothing. Chapter Four: The Yunlan Sect In the great hall, Xiao Zhan and the three elders were engaged in enthusiastic conversation with the unfamiliar old man. However, the elder seemed to be struggling with something difficult to voice, often swallowing his words at the last moment with a helpless expression. Each time this happened, the noble young woman beside him couldn''t help but shoot him an impatient glare. Leaning in to listen for a while, Xiao Yan soon shook his head in boredom... "Brother Xiao Yan, do you know who they are?" Just as Xiao Yan was about to doze off from sheer tedium, Xun''er beside him gently turned a page of her ancient book and asked without lifting her eyes. "You know?" Xiao Yan turned to her in surprise. "See the silver sword and cloud embroidery on their sleeves?" Xun''er smiled faintly. "Oh?" His interest piqued, Xiao Yan''s gaze shifted to their sleeves¡ªindeed, there was a silver sword wreathed in clouds. "They''re from the Yunlan Sect?" Xiao Yan whispered in astonishment. Though he had never ventured far, Xiao Yan had read about this faction in books. The Xiao family resided in Wutan City, which belonged to the Jia Ma Empire. While Wutan City ranked among the empire''s major cities due to its proximity to the Magical Beast Mountain Range, it barely held onto the lowest position. The Xiao family carried significant weight in Wutan City, but they weren''t the only power. Two other families rivaled them in strength, and the three had been locked in covert struggles for decades without a clear victor. If the Xiao family could be called a local hegemon, then the Yunlan Sect Xiao Yan spoke of was undoubtedly the overlord of the entire Jia Ma Empire! The gap between them was as vast as a chasm¡ªno wonder even his usually stern father spoke with such reverence. "Why would they come to our family?" Xiao Yan muttered in confusion. Xun''er''s delicate fingers paused briefly on the page. After a moment of silence, she replied, "Perhaps... it concerns you." "Me? I''ve never had any dealings with them!" Xiao Yan frowned, shaking his head. "Do you know that girl''s name?" Xun''er cast a faint glance at the noble young woman across the hall. "What?" Xiao Yan''s brows furrowed deeper. "Nalan Yanran," Xun''er said, her small face revealing a hint of peculiar amusement as she watched Xiao Yan stiffen. "Nalan Yanran? The granddaughter of the Lionheart Marshal Nalan Jie? That... that fianc¨¦e I was betrothed to before birth?" Xiao Yan''s expression froze. Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! Xun''er chuckled softly. "Back then, your grandfather and Nalan Jie were life-and-death friends. Coincidentally, you and Nalan Yanran were born around the same time, so the two elders arranged this marriage. Unfortunately, three years after your birth, your grandfather died from injuries sustained in a battle with an enemy. Over time, the ties between the Xiao and Nalan families weakened..." She paused, watching Xiao Yan''s widened eyes with amusement before continuing, "Nalan Jie is stubborn and values promises above all else. Since he personally agreed to the betrothal, he never sent anyone to annul it¡ªeven after your reputation declined in recent years." "The old man is admirably obstinate..." Xiao Yan couldn''t help but laugh wryly. "Nalan Jie holds absolute authority in his family. Few dare oppose him, and though he dotes on Nalan Yanran, getting him to cancel the engagement would be difficult." Xun''er''s beautiful eyes curved mischievously. "But five years ago, Nalan Yanran was personally taken as a disciple by Yun Yun, the sect master of the Yunlan Sect. Over these years, she has demonstrated extraordinary talent, earning Yun Yun''s deep favor. When someone gains the power to change their fate, they''ll do everything to rid themselves of disliked burdens... And unfortunately, Brother Xiao Yan, your engagement is her greatest dissatisfaction." "You''re saying she''s here to break the engagement?" Xiao Yan''s face darkened as fury surged in his chest¡ªnot because of Nalan Yanran''s disdain for him. Truthfully, while the girl across the hall was beautiful, Xiao Yan wasn''t a slave to his baser instincts. Even if they couldn''t marry, he''d only feel the usual masculine regret. But if she publicly demanded the annulment in front of his father, the family head''s dignity would be shattered. Nalan Yanran was not only stunning and noble but also immensely talented. Anyone discussing this would say Xiao Yan was a toad lusting after swan meat, only to be trampled by the swan instead... From then on, both Xiao Yan and his father would become laughingstocks, their authority crumbling. Drawing a slow, icy breath, Xiao Yan''s hands hidden in his sleeves clenched into fists. "If I were a Dou Master now, who would dare humiliate me like this?" Indeed, if Xiao Yan possessed Dou Master strength, even with the Yunlan Sect backing her, Nalan Yanran wouldn''t dare act so boldly. A fifteen-year-old Dou Master? In the entire history of the Dou Qi continent, only a handful had achieved such a feat¡ªand each had become a towering figure in the cultivation world! A soft, delicate hand slipped into his sleeve, gently pressing against his clenched fist. "Brother Xiao Yan," Xun''er said tenderly, "if she truly does this, it will be her loss. I believe she''ll regret this shortsightedness in the future." "Regret?" Xiao Yan scoffed, his face full of self-mockery. "In my current state, do I even have that right?" "Xun''er, you seem to know a lot about them. Some of what you said, even my father might not be aware of. How did you find out?" Suddenly changing the subject, Xiao Yan studied her. Xun''er blinked, then smiled without answering. Seeing her evasion, Xiao Yan could only sigh in resignation. Though Xun''er shared the Xiao surname, they weren''t related by blood. Moreover, Xiao Yan had never met her parents. Whenever he asked his father about them, the man would immediately clam up, clearly wary¡ªeven fearful¡ªof the topic. In Xiao Yan''s mind, Xun''er''s origins were shrouded in mystery. No matter how he probed, the clever girl always dodged with silence, leaving him helpless. "Forget it, I won''t press you." Shaking his head, Xiao Yan''s expression suddenly darkened. Across the hall, under Nalan Yanran''s insistent glances, the old man finally rose to his feet... "Using the Yunlan Sect to pressure Father? Nalan Yanran... you play a ruthless game." A cold snarl echoed in Xiao Yan''s heart. Chapter Five: The Qi Gathering Powder "Ahem." The white-robed elder cleared his throat lightly and stood up, cupping his hands toward Xiao Zhan with a practiced smile. "Clan Leader Xiao, the purpose of our visit today is to ask a favor of your family." Xiao Zhan immediately rose to his feet in response, not daring to show any neglect toward this elder. "Elder Ge Ye, please speak freely. If it''s within our capabilities, the Xiao family certainly won''t refuse." However, since he didn''t know what they wanted, he kept his words measured. Ge Ye smiled and gestured to the young woman beside him. "Clan Leader Xiao, do you recognize her?" Xiao Zhan was taken aback. He scrutinized the girl before shaking his head awkwardly. "Forgive my poor eyesight, this young lady..." When Nalan Yanran had been accepted as Yun Yun''s disciple, she had been only ten years old. After five years of secluded training in the Yunlan Sect, she had grown into a completely different person. Naturally, Xiao Zhan didn''t recognize the girl who was technically his future daughter-in-law. Ge Ye coughed lightly. "Her name is Nalan Yanran." "Nalan Yanran? Grandfather Nalan Jie''s granddaughter, Nalan Yanran?" Xiao Zhan froze momentarily before his face lit up with delight, clearly recalling the engagement. He quickly greeted her warmly. "So it''s my niece Nalan! Uncle Xiao hasn''t seen you in years¡ªplease forgive my oversight." The sudden revelation left the hall in brief silence. The three elders exchanged glances, their brows furrowing slightly. Nalan Yanran smiled sweetly. "Uncle Xiao, it''s my fault for not visiting sooner. How could I blame you?" Xiao Zhan laughed heartily. "I''d heard rumors that you were taken in as Sect Leader Yun Yun''s personal disciple, but I never imagined they were true! Such remarkable talent!" "Yanran was merely fortunate..." She gave a modest smile but seemed slightly overwhelmed by Xiao Zhan''s enthusiasm. Under the table, her fingers tugged discreetly at Ge Ye''s sleeve. Ge Ye chuckled. "Clan Leader Xiao, the favor we wish to ask concerns Yanran¡ªand it comes at the personal request of our sect leader." His expression grew solemn when mentioning the sect leader. Xiao Zhan''s smile faded slightly. Yun Yun, leader of the Yunlan Sect, was a towering figure in the Jia Ma Empire. A minor clan leader like him couldn''t afford to offend her. But given her power and influence, what could she possibly need from the Xiao family? And if it involved Nalan Yanran... could it be...? Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. A terrible possibility crossed his mind. His lips twitched involuntarily, and his large hands trembled faintly¡ªthough the sleeves of his robe concealed it. Suppressing the fury rising in his chest, he forced out a steady voice. "Elder Ge Ye, please continue." Ge Ye''s face showed a flicker of discomfort, but thinking of the sect leader''s fondness for Nalan Yanran, he steeled himself. "Clan Leader Xiao, as you know, the Yunlan Sect maintains strict traditions. The sect leader holds high expectations for Yanran and has been grooming her as the next successor. However... certain rules dictate that a successor must remain free of entanglements with men before officially taking the position." He paused before pressing on. "Upon learning of her existing engagement to the Xiao family, the sect leader humbly requests... that this marriage agreement be dissolved." Crack! The jade cup in Xiao Zhan''s hand shattered into dust. The hall fell deathly silent. Even the three elders were momentarily stunned by Ge Ye''s words. But soon, their gazes toward Xiao Zhan filled with mockery and scorn. "Heh. Having a marriage broken right at your doorstep¡ªlet''s see how you maintain your dignity as clan leader after this!" The younger generation, initially unaware of the engagement, quickly caught on after hushed explanations from their parents. Their expressions turned gleeful as they shot jeering looks toward Xiao Yan in the corner. Nalan Yanran kept her head lowered, not daring to meet Xiao Zhan''s thunderous expression. Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap. Ge Ye sighed apologetically. "Clan Leader Xiao, I understand this is an unreasonable demand. But out of respect for the sect leader, please reconsider the engagement..." Xiao Zhan''s fists clenched. A faint green Dou Qi began enveloping his body, gradually coalescing into the phantom image of a roaring lion''s head around his face. Furious Lion''s Roar¡ªthe Xiao family''s pinnacle technique! A Mystic-tier Mid-grade skill! Seeing this, Ge Ye''s expression turned grave. He stepped protectively in front of Nalan Yanran, his hands curling like eagle talons as sharp green Dou Qi gathered at his fingertips, emitting thin, piercing sword energies. Greenwood Sword Art¡ªa high-level Yunlan Sect technique! Mystic-tier Low-grade! As the two auras clashed, the younger and weaker members of the Xiao family paled, feeling suffocated. Just as Xiao Zhan''s breathing grew ragged, the three elders'' voices boomed like thunder through the hall: "Xiao Zhan! Stand down! Have you forgotten you are the clan leader?!" His body stiffened. The Dou Qi around Xiao Zhan slowly dissipated until it vanished entirely. Slumping back into his chair, Xiao Zhan stared coldly at the silent Nalan Yanran, his voice hoarse. "Niece Nalan... what impressive boldness. Nalan Su must be proud to have a daughter like you." She flinched slightly. "Uncle Xiao..." "Just ''Clan Leader Xiao'' will do. ''Uncle'' is too much for me to bear." He waved a dismissive hand, his tone icy. "You are the future leader of the Yunlan Sect, a figure destined to shake the continent. My Xiao Yan is but an ordinary boy¡ªhardly worthy of you." Ge Ye, visibly relieved, quickly interjected. "Thank you for your understanding, Clan Leader Xiao. The sect leader knows this request is discourteous, so she has prepared a gift as compensation." He touched the ring on his finger, and a pristine green jade box materialized in his palm. When he carefully lifted the lid, a strange fragrance instantly filled the hall. Everyone who inhaled it felt their spirits lift. The three elders craned their necks to peer inside¡ªthen jolted in shock. "Qi Gathering Powder?!" Chapter Five: Qi Gathering Powder (Continued) Inside the pristine jade box lay a verdant pill, about the size of a longan fruit, exuding an intoxicating fragrance. In the Dou Qi continent, becoming a true Dou Practitioner required successfully condensing a Dou Qi vortex within one''s body. However, this process carried a significant risk of failure. Those who failed would see their hard-earned nine segments of Dou Qi drop back to eight. Some unlucky individuals might need over a dozen attempts before succeeding, wasting their prime cultivation years and severely damaging their future prospects. The Qi Gathering Powder eliminated this risk entirely¡ªit guaranteed a 100% success rate in forming the Dou Qi vortex. This miraculous effect made it the object of desperate desire for countless cultivators, though few could ever obtain it. To speak of the Qi Gathering Powder was to speak of its creators: Alchemists. Alchemists stood above ordinary cultivators, capable of refining miraculous pills that enhanced strength. Every major force would go to extreme lengths to recruit one, making their status incomparably exalted. Their rarity and indispensability justified this reverence. The conditions to become an alchemist were brutally stringent:
  1. Fire Attribute Constitution
  2. A Trace of Wood Attribute (to catalyze reactions)
In this world, a person''s elemental affinity was determined by their soul, which could only possess one dominant attribute. Thus, a body housing two balanced attributes was nearly impossible¡ªexcept for those with mutant souls, the only candidates capable of alchemy. But even possessing fire and wood attributes wasn''t enough. The third requirement was Soul Perception¡ªthe ability to precisely control flame intensity during refinement. A moment''s lapse could reduce an entire batch of precious ingredients to ashes. The three fundamentals of alchemy: Given these¿Á¿Ì conditions, true alchemists were as rare as phoenix feathers. And with scarcity came prestige¡ªsometimes to absurd degrees.
In the hall, the gasps of the three elders sent waves of excitement through the younger generation. Dozens of heated stares locked onto the jade box in Ge Ye''s hands. Xiao Mei, seated beside her father, unconsciously licked her lips, her gaze glued to the treasure. Ge Ye smiled smugly at their reactions. "This was personally refined by Elder Gu He, our honorary sect elder. I presume you''ve heard of him?" "The Pill King Gu He?!" The elders'' expressions shifted dramatically. Gu He''s influence in the Jia Ma Empire was monumental. His alchemical skills bordered on the miraculous, and countless powerhouses desperately sought his favor¡ªusually in vain. Not only was he a peerless alchemist, but his personal strength had also reached the Dou King level, ranking him among the empire''s top ten experts. A Qi Gathering Powder from his hands? Its value would multiply several times over. The three elders grinned greedily at the pill. With this, their family could produce another young Dou Practitioner! Just as they schemed how to secure it for their own grandsons, a cold young voice cut through the hall: "Elder Ge Ye, take your pill back. We refuse your request today." Dead silence fell. Every head swiveled toward the corner where Xiao Yan stood, his delicate features hardened with suppressed fury. "Xiao Yan! Who gave you the right to speak? Shut your mouth!" a red-faced elder roared. Another added dismissively, "Step down. We''ll handle this." Xiao Yan''s lips curled. "If they were here to humiliate your sons, would you still say that?" The elders stiffened. The most hot-tempered one even began summoning Dou Qi. A light, melodious voice intervened: "Brother Xiao Yan is right. As the involved party, he has every right to speak." The three elders deflated instantly under Xiao Xun''er''s gaze, reluctantly nodding. What is your background, Xun''er? Xiao Yan wondered, shooting her a grateful glance before striding forward. After bowing respectfully to Xiao Zhan, he turned to Nalan Yanran, his voice eerily calm: "Miss Nalan, may I ask¡ªdid Grandfather Nalan Jie approve today''s annulment?" Nalan Yanran''s delicate brows furrowed. Initially, this boy had seemed decent, but now he was proving as stubborn as an ox. Couldn''t he see the chasm between them? In her arrogance, she never considered how her public rejection had humiliated Xiao Yan and his father. Rising gracefully, she replied with icy courtesy: "Grandfather didn''t agree, but this is my matter." "Since the old master hasn''t consented," Xiao Yan countered sharply, "then my father cannot agree either. This engagement was sworn between patriarchs. To break it without their approval would be to spit on their graves." He glared pointedly at the elders. "Surely our clan harbors no such unfilial scum?" The elders paled. In their rigid family hierarchy, such an accusation could cost them their positions. Nalan Yanran''s face flushed with anger. Frustrated, she abandoned pretense: "What will it take? More pills? Three more Qi Gathering Powders! Or perhaps¡ª" her voice turned patronizing, "¡ªa spot in the Yunlan Sect? Would that satisfy you?" The hall erupted in gasps. The three elders nearly hyperventilated. Even the other youths gulped enviously¡ªentry into the Yunlan Sect was a pipe dream for most! Chin lifted proudly, Nalan Yanran awaited his groveling gratitude. Surely no boy could resist such an offer... Chapter 6: The Letter of Divorce The hall was deathly silent. Nalan Yanran''s offer had left everyone breathless¡ªthree Qi Gathering Pills plus admission to the Yunlan Sect! Such terms could drive any family in Wutan City mad with desire. Yet Xiao Yan suddenly laughed. It was a soft laugh, but not at all what Nalan Yanran had expected. After her words, the boy before her began trembling violently. When he slowly raised his head, his delicate, youthful face was twisted into a terrifying mask of fury... Though he had endured three years of mockery, Xiao Yan still had his pride. Nalan Yanran''s condescending, pitying offer had trampled upon the last shreds of his dignity. "Ah!" Startled by his ferocious expression, the girl hastily retreated a step. The handsome young man beside her immediately drew his sword, its cold tip pointed at Xiao Yan. "I... really want to kill you!" Xiao Yan''s teeth chattered as he spat out these murderous words. His fists clenched, his dark eyes blazing with rage. "Yan''er! Don''t be rude!" Alarmed by his son''s outburst, Xiao Zhan shouted from the head seat. The Xiao family couldn''t afford to offend the Yunlan Sect now. Xiao Yan''s fists tightened until his knuckles turned white. He lowered his head briefly before raising it again¡ªbut all traces of his earlier fury had vanished, replaced by eerie calm. Three years of humiliation had forged in him a tolerance far beyond ordinary people. This Nalan Yanran was the Yunlan Sect''s darling. If he acted rashly now, he would bring endless trouble upon his father. So he could only endure! Watching the boy suppress his emotions so completely, Ge Ye and Nalan Yanran felt an inexplicable chill... If this boy remains a cripple, it''s fine. But if he ever regains his power... he''ll be a dangerous man. Ge Ye thought grimly. "Xiao Yan, I don''t know why my offer angered you so much," Nalan Yanran said after regaining her composure, "but... please annul the engagement." "Remember, my visit today was approved by my teacher¡ªthe leader of the Yunlan Sect herself!" She tilted her head slightly, her tone turning cold. "You can consider this coercion. But you must understand reality¡ªthere''s no such thing as absolute fairness. Though I don''t mean to boast, you know the gap between us. We..." "...have no future together." Hearing her godlike pronouncement, Xiao Yan''s lips curled into a sneer. "Miss Nalan... surely you know what it means for a woman to break an engagement in the Dou Qi continent. I may be thick-skinned, but my father is the clan leader! If he agrees today, how will he command the Xiao family hereafter? How will he face Wutan City?" Nalan Yanran frowned at his rage. Glancing at Xiao Zhan¡ªwho suddenly seemed to have aged years¡ªshe bit her lip hesitantly before speaking in a softer tone: "Today''s matter was indeed rash of me. I can temporarily withdraw my request... on one condition." The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. "What condition?" Xiao Yan asked coldly. "I''ll delay this matter for three years. After that, come challenge me at the Yunlan Sect. If you lose, I''ll publicly annul the engagement. By then, you''ll have undergone your Coming of Age Ceremony, so even if you lose, it won''t humiliate Uncle Xiao too badly. Do you dare accept?" Xiao Yan laughed bitterly. True, losing then wouldn''t damage Father''s reputation as much... but I''d bear the shame of defeat forever. How vicious! "Miss Nalan, you know Yan''er''s condition! How could he challenge you? Is torturing him like this amusing?" Xiao Zhan slammed the table, rising in fury. "Uncle Xiao, someone must take responsibility for breaking the engagement! If not for your face, I''d annul it right now!" Having been repeatedly thwarted, Nalan Yanran lost patience and snapped at Xiao Yan: "If you don''t want to shame your father, accept my terms! Three years or now¡ªchoose!" "Nalan Yanran, drop the act!" Xiao Yan finally erupted like a volcano. "You want to break it because you think a cripple like me isn''t worthy of you, the heaven''s favorite! Let me be blunt¡ªapart from your looks, I see nothing remarkable about you! The Yunlan Sect is strong, but I''m still young. At twelve, I was already a Dou Practitioner. And you? What were you at twelve? True, I''m trash now. But since I could create miracles three years ago, who says I can''t rise again?" His explosive retort stunned the entire hall. Who knew this usually silent boy could be so sharp-tongued? Nalan Yanran''s pretty face turned livid, but she couldn''t refute him. His past achievements were undeniable. "Miss Nalan, out of respect for Grandfather Nalan, let me advise you: Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west¡ªdon''t bully the young for being poor!" "Bravo!" Xiao Zhan''s eyes shone as he applauded. "That''s my son!" Humiliated before everyone, the spoiled Nalan Yanran saw red. "How dare you lecture me? Even if you were talented before, now you''re just trash! Fine! I''ll wait for you at the Yunlan Sect in three years! If you can defeat me then, I''ll be your slave! But if you''re still this pathetic, you''ll hand over the annulment yourself!" Xiao Yan laughed coldly. "No need for three years. I have zero interest in you!" He turned abruptly, strode to the table, and began writing furiously. Ink settled, brush stopped. Xiao Yan suddenly drew a dagger from the table and slashed his left palm. A bloody handprint stained the paper crimson. Picking up this document, he threw it onto the table before Nalan Yanran with a crash. "Don''t flatter yourself. This isn''t your annulment¡ªit''s my letter divorcing you! From today, you, Nalan Yanran, have no connection to the Xiao family!" "You... you dare divorce me?" Staring at the bloodstained paper, Nalan Yanran''s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. With her beauty, talent, and background, she was being divorced by a cripple from a minor family? Xiao Yan turned to kneel before Xiao Zhan, kowtowing deeply. Though nominally he had expelled Nalan Yanran, the world would see it as her forcing the Xiao family''s hand with her status. His father would bear the ridicule. Xiao Zhan smiled warmly. "I believe in my son. Mere rumors will shatter before reality." "Father, in three years, I''ll cleanse this humiliation for you!" Eyes moist, Xiao Yan kowtowed again before striding out. Pausing beside Nalan Yanran, he icily declared: "Three years. I''ll come for you." His elongated shadow stretched lonely across the floor as he departed. Nalan Yanran stared blankly at his retreating back, the divorce letter suddenly weighing like a mountain in her hand. "Since you''ve achieved your goal, please leave," Xiao Zhan said coldly, his fists clenched white under his sleeves. "Uncle Xiao, I apologize for today''s events. You''re welcome at the Nalan family anytime." Nalan Yanran bowed hastily before leaving with Ge Ye and the young man. "Take your Qi Gathering Powder too!" Xiao Zhan flung the jade box after them. As the trio reached the door, a serene yet cold voice rang out: "Miss Nalan, I hope you won''t regret today''s willfulness. And don''t think the Yunlan Sect makes you invincible. This world is vast¡ªthere are many stronger than Yun Yun..." They froze, turning toward the purple-robed girl reading quietly in the corner. Sunlight enveloped her like a lotus untainted by worldly dust. Meeting their gazes, she looked up from her book¡ªher beautiful eyes flickering with tiny golden flames. Ge Ye trembled violently, his aged face contorting in terror. Grabbing the confused Nalan Yanran and the youth, he practically dragged them out in panic. Most present gaped in bewilderment at their abrupt flight... Chapter 7: The Mysterious Old Man Leaving the great hall with an impassive expression, Xiao Yan wandered distractedly to the family''s back mountain as was his habit. Sitting atop the cliff, he gazed calmly at the perilous mountain range shrouded in mist¡ªthe famed Magical Beast Mountain Range of the Jia Ma Empire. "Strength... In this world, without strength, you''re worse than dog shit. At least no one dares step on dog shit!" A bitter, self-mocking laugh escaped his lips as his shoulders shook slightly. The sound, filled with grief and indignation, lingered faintly over the mountaintop. Xiao Yan buried his fingers in his dark hair, biting his lip until a faint metallic taste spread across his tongue. Though he''d maintained composure in the hall, Nalan Yanran''s words had cut deeper than blades, leaving his entire body trembling. "I''ll never suffer such humiliation again!" He spread his left hand, staring at the bloodstained scar. His voice was hoarse but resolute. "Hehe, little fellow, seems you need some help?" Just as Xiao Yan etched this vow into his heart, an eerie, aged chuckle suddenly reached his ears. His face changed. Xiao Yan whirled around, sharp eyes scanning his surroundings like a hawk''s¡ªyet there wasn''t a soul in sight. "Hehe, no need to look. I''m on your finger." When Xiao Yan thought it might be an illusion, the strange voice spoke again, seemingly from nowhere. His pupils contracted sharply as his gaze snapped to his right hand¡ªto the black ancient ring. "Was that you talking?" Xiao Yan suppressed the terror in his heart, forcing his voice to remain steady. "Not bad, kid. Most would''ve jumped off the cliff in fright." The ring emitted a teasing laugh. "Who are you? Why are you in my ring? What do you want?" After a brief silence, Xiao Yan articulated these key questions clearly. "Who I am isn''t important¡ªI mean you no harm. Ah, after all these years, I''ve finally encountered someone with adequate soul strength. How fortunate! Though I should thank you for three years of offerings. Otherwise, I might still be dormant." "Offerings?" Xiao Yan blinked in confusion before his face abruptly darkened. A venomous word squeezed through his gritted teeth: "The Dou Qi that kept mysteriously vanishing from my body¡ªthat was your doing?" "Hehe, desperate times called for desperate measures. Don''t hold it against me." "I''LL KILL YOU!" The usually composed Xiao Yan exploded like a madman, his delicate face twisted with rage. Without a second thought¡ªnot even remembering this was his mother''s keepsake¡ªhe tore the ring from his finger and hurled it toward the cliff''s edge... The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. The moment the ring left his hand, clarity struck. He lunged to catch it¡ªbut it had already tumbled into the abyss. Staring dumbly at the spot where the ring disappeared into the mist, Xiao Yan remained frozen for a long moment before his face gradually calmed. He smacked his forehead in frustration. "Idiot! Too reckless!" Having just learned the culprit behind three years of humiliation was the ring he''d always worn, his outburst was understandable. After sitting at the cliff''s edge for a while longer, Xiao Yan sighed helplessly and stood¡ªonly to freeze, his pupils dilating in shock as a trembling finger pointed at what lay before him... The black ancient ring hovered in midair. But what truly stunned Xiao Yan was the translucent elderly figure floating above it. "Hehe, little fellow, was that outburst necessary? So what if I absorbed three years of your Dou Qi?" The old man grinned at Xiao Yan''s dumbfounded expression. Xiao Yan''s lips twitched violently. "Old bastard, since you were hiding in that ring, you must know how much scorn I endured because of you!" "Yet in those three years of ridicule, didn''t you grow? Would you have developed such resilience and wisdom otherwise?" The old man smiled cryptically. Xiao Yan frowned, his anger gradually subsiding. With the mystery solved, his talent must have returned! The mere thought of shedding his "trash" title sent waves of euphoria through him. The detestable old man before him suddenly seemed... less detestable. Some things aren''t treasured until lost. Regaining them makes them doubly precious. Stretching his wrists, Xiao Yan exhaled deeply and looked up. "I don''t know who you are, but if you plan to keep leeching my Dou Qi, find another host. I can''t afford you." "Hehe, none possess your formidable soul perception." The old man stroked his beard. "Now that I''ve revealed myself, I won''t absorb your Dou Qi without permission." Xiao Yan rolled his eyes skeptically. He''d resolved not to keep this parasite around, no matter what sweet promises he made. "Little fellow, want to become strong? To command respect?" Despite his wariness, Xiao Yan''s heart skipped a beat. "Now that I know why my Dou Qi vanished, with my talent, why would I need you?" He feigned indifference, knowing nothing in this world came free. Accepting favors from mysterious entities was unwise. "True, your talent is exceptional¡ªbut you''re already fifteen with only three segments of Dou Qi. Your Coming of Age Ceremony is next year. Do you really think hard work alone will get you to seven segments in a year? And that girl you made a three-year bet with... her talent isn''t much inferior to yours. Surpassing her won''t be easy." The old man''s wrinkled face bloomed like a chrysanthemum. "If you hadn''t stolen my Dou Qi, would I have suffered such shame? You wretched old thief!" Xiao Yan''s face darkened again as he cursed through clenched teeth. But rage soon gave way to dejection¡ªno amount of anger could change reality. Laying a solid foundation in Dou Qi cultivation took time. At four years old, he''d trained for six years just to reach nine segments. Even with his talent restored, reaching seven segments in a year seemed impossible... With a defeated sigh, Xiao Yan eyed the old man''s pretentiously profound demeanor and suddenly smirked. "You have a solution, don''t you?" "Perhaps." The old man chuckled ambiguously. "Help me reach seven segments in a year, and I''ll forgive those three years of stolen Dou Qi. Deal?" "Hehe, quite the negotiator, aren''t you?" "If you''re useless to me, why keep a burden? Maybe find another poor soul to leech off?" Xiao Yan''sÀäЦ pierced the air. Having observed carefully, he''d noticed the old man couldn''t freely absorb just anyone''s Dou Qi. "You don''t act fifteen. These three years truly tempered you. I suppose I reap what I sow?" The old man shook his head wryly. Xiao Yan spread his hands. "Want me to keep hosting you? Show some sincerity." "Such a sharp tongue! Very well, since I need you..." With reluctant nods, the old man descended until his translucent form hovered at eye level. His gaze swept over Xiao Yan, and a cunning grin flashed across his face before vanishing. After exaggerated hesitation, he spoke words that would alter Xiao Yan''s destiny forever: "Tell me, little fellow... Would you like to become an Alchemist? Chapter 8: The Evolution Technique "Alchemist?" Xiao Yan froze momentarily before frowning deeply. "In the Dou Qi continent, everyone dreams of becoming an alchemist. But do you think just anyone can become one? Those¿Á¿Ì conditions..." His words suddenly cut off as his eyes widened in realization. "Wait¡ªdo I qualify?" The old man thoroughly enjoyed Xiao Yan''s expression¡ªshock mingled with desperate hope and dawning ecstasy. Stroking his beard, he pretended to deliberate before sighing heavily. "Barely qualified, I suppose. But since I owe you... very well, consider this repayment." Xiao Yan''s eyes narrowed at the old man''s feigned reluctance. Something felt off about this "barely qualified" assessment, but he was too exhilarated to probe deeper. Still, suspicion lingered. "Even if I meet the requirements, alchemists usually need personal instruction from masters. Are you... truly an alchemist?" The old man''s chest puffed up with visible pride. "Correct! I am indeed an alchemist!" Xiao Yan''s eyes sparkled like stars¡ªalchemists were rarer than phoenix feathers! "Honored elder, may I ask... what tier alchemist you were?" Xiao Yan licked his lips, his youthful voice dripping with newfound respect. In this world, alchemists followed a strict hierarchy¡ªfrom first to ninth tier. Pill King Gu He, creator of the Qi Gathering Powder, was a sixth-tier alchemist¡ªthe highest in the Jia Ma Empire. "My tier?" The old man waved dismissively. "Can''t recall... Boy, do you want to learn or not?" "Yes! Absolutely!" No hesitation now. Alchemists were revered even by behemoths like the Yunlan Sect! "Good. Then kneel and bow¡ªaccept me as your master." The old man crossed his legs on a boulder, grinning slyly. "Must we go through this formality?" "You expect me to teach you everything without proper rites? Dream on!" The old man huffed, clearly traditional about master-disciple protocols. With an internal sigh, Xiao Yan performed the ceremonial bows¡ªthree kneelings and nine kowtows¡ªto formally acknowledge him as teacher. Only after the rituals were completed to his satisfaction did the old man nod approvingly. "You may call me Yao Lao. As for my origins..." He waved a translucent hand. "No need to burden you yet. Just know that so-called ''Pill Kings'' are..." He smirked. "Rather insignificant." Xiao Yan''s jaw dropped. This old man just called Pill King Gu He¡ªa national treasure¡ªinsignificant? Is he mad? Suppressing his shock, Xiao Yan switched tactics, adopting an ingratiating smile. "Master, how will you help me reach seven segments in a year?" "Though your Dou Qi regressed these three years, it forged an exceptionally solid foundation¡ªthe cornerstone of cultivation! In time, you''ll realize how beneficial this ''setback'' was." Yao Lao''s expression turned solemn. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. Xiao Yan blinked. He''d never considered regression advantageous. "And when will you teach me alchemy?" His eyes gleamed with greed for the real prize. "Alchemy requires flame-attributed Dou Qi. First, become a Dou Practitioner and cultivate a fire-element technique." "Fire technique? Since you''re my master now..." Xiao Yan extended his palm expectantly. "How about a Heaven-tier fire technique?" "Bah! Heaven-tier techniques grow on trees now? The audacity!" Yao Lao''s beard quivered with indignation. "Old man, I can''t just use my family''s techniques! Our best fire technique is only Yellow-tier High-grade¡ªembarrassingly weak!" "It''s Master, you imp!" Yao Lao''s translucent form flickered with annoyance. This disciple was getting bold alarmingly fast. "Humph! Since you''re my student, I won''t disgrace you. I don''t possess Heaven-tier techniques..." His aged eyes glinted slyly. "But I have something rarer¡ªa technique that evolves." "Evolves?" Xiao Yan''s throat went dry. His dark eyes burned with sudden intensity. "What tier is it?" "Yellow-tier Low-grade." Yao Lao''s smile widened as Xiao Yan''s face froze. "You''re joking!" The mountain peak echoed with the boy''s outraged shriek. Watching Xiao Yan''s comically twisted expression, Yao Lao chuckled¡ªfinally ruffling this unflappable youngster was deeply satisfying. "What''s so special about it?" Xiao Yan asked through gritted teeth. "It can ascend tiers." Xiao Yan''s pupils contracted to pinpricks. He stared unblinking for a full minute before shaking his head. "Impossible! No technique evolves!" "Foolish child! This continent''s wonders far exceed your provincial knowledge." "Name one other evolving technique then!" "Er... well..." Yao Lao coughed awkwardly. "That''s what makes mine unique!" "You''re certain?" "Absolutely!" "Have you practiced it?" "Not... exactly." "Has anyone?" "Technically... no." Veins bulged on Xiao Yan''s forehead as he barely restrained himself from punching the smug old ghost. "Then how do you know?!" "The manual... mentioned it." Yao Lao rubbed his nose sheepishly. Xiao Yan massaged his temples. After a long pause, curiosity won out. "Can I see it?" Yao Lao''s grin turned fiendish. "Perhaps... when you become a Dou Practitioner." "You¡ª!" Xiao Yan''s outstretched hand trembled before he spat through clenched teeth: "Ruthless!" Chuckling, Yao Lao ignored his disciple''s murderous glare. "For now, focus on reaching seven segments." "How?" Xiao Yan growled. "Early-stage Dou Qi training expands meridians and tempers the body¡ªpreparing for true Dou Qi cultivation. At your age, meridians are fragile yet malleable. Progress must be gradual; external enhancements risk fatal ruptures when Dou Qi intensifies later." Xiao Yan nodded soberly. During his decline, his father had nearly force-fed him Dou Qi several times before stopping just in time. Yao Lao observed his calm understanding approvingly. "For others, yes. But your foundation¡ªfortified through three years of unwavering discipline¡ªis exceptionally robust!" "So... drugs?" Xiao Yan''s eyes gleamed. "Similar, but your meridians can''t withstand even the mildest pill¡ªnot even Qi Gathering Powder." Xiao Yan nearly choked. The empire''s most coveted pill¡ª"mildest"? "Then what?" "Gentler methods." Yao Lao smiled mysteriously. "Tomorrow, gather: three pristine Purple Spirit Grass¡ªolder the better; two Bone Cleansing Flowers¡ªage irrelevant; and one Wood-attribute Rank 1 Magic Core. Common materials¡ªyou''ll manage. Ah¡ªsomeone''s coming. Remember: tell no one of me¡ªnot even family." Before Xiao Yan could protest, Yao Lao vanished into the black ring now snug on the boy''s finger. "Three Purple Spirit Grass? Two Bone Cleansing Flowers? A Rank 1 Magic Core? Old fool! Do I look like royalty? That''s over 1,000 gold coins! My entire savings are 400¡ªbarely enough for the core!" Xiao Yan ranted at the ring. "Consider it an investment. My Spirit Nurturing Liquid is priceless¡ªyou''re getting materials at cost." Yao Lao''s amused voice echoed in his mind. "Damn alchemists¡ªonly the rich afford them!" Xiao Yan sighed. His monthly allowance¡ª20 gold coins¡ªcould sustain a common family for a year. Yet here, it wouldn''t cover a fraction of these "basic" ingredients. "Guess I''ll have to borrow..." As he sighed, light footsteps approached. Turning, he saw a purple silhouette flitting up the mountain path¡ªgraceful as a forest sprite. Chapter 9: The Purple Butterfly With a light tap against the mountain rock, Xiao Xun''er soared like an elegant purple butterfly, her graceful figure tracing a mesmerizing arc as she alighted atop the summit. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping toward the youth standing at the cliff''s edge. Upon seeing him, Xun''er blinked in surprise. Though only half a day had passed, she sensed something different about Xiao Yan¡ªsomething that hadn''t been there before... When their eyes met amidst the mountain breeze, she finally realized what had changed. Confidence. After three long years, the radiant aura that once defined him seemed to have returned at last. Enchanted by the faint smile playing at his lips, Xun''er''s delicate cheeks dimpled as she teased, "Judging by Brother Xiao Yan''s demeanor, it seems my comfort isn''t needed anymore?" "People grow after setbacks, don''t they?" Xiao Yan shrugged, grinning. "She will regret it." Xun''er''s soft voice carried absolute conviction, as though pronouncing an immutable verdict. Xiao Yan chuckled, casually straightening his robes as he approached her. Up close, he realized she had grown nearly as tall as him. Studying her youthful yet exquisite face, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. The little girl who once trailed after him, nose running and bare-bottomed, had blossomed into such a stunning beauty... With a warm smile, he reached out without hesitation and pinched her soft cheek¡ªjust as he used to when they were children. "You''ve grown up, Xun''er. But at least you haven''t forgotten how I used to scramble up trees for your favorite fruits, only to tumble down covered in bruises." Stunned by the sudden intimacy, Xun''er stared into his clear, unguarded eyes¡ªand felt her heart bloom. As a child, he''d often pinched her chubby cheeks like this. But after that incident three years ago, he''d walled himself off from everyone, his aloofness repelling even her most persistent efforts to reach him. He''s truly back... Though he still sees me as that little follower. What a blockhead... A small pout formed, but she quickly chided herself for being greedy. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. "Xun''er, forgive me for these past three years. I was lost in my own darkness. Thank you... for staying by my side." Xiao Yan scratched his head awkwardly. Her sweet smile erased every lingering trace of past grievances. "Ahem, by the way... how much money do you have right now?" Releasing her cheek, he suddenly asked with an embarrassed cough. Aside from his father, Xun''er was his closest confidante. After today''s humiliation, he couldn''t bear to ask his father for funds¡ªleaving Xun''er as his only option. "Money?" Her luminous eyes widened. "Do you need some?" "Just... buying something. A bit short." His face flushed crimson¡ªthis was his first time borrowing from a girl in two lifetimes. Seeing her usually composed brother so flustered delighted Xun''er. Covering her giggles, she said, "I have over a thousand gold coins. Enough? If not..." Her hidden hand flicked subtly, producing a five-wave amethyst gold card¡ªa symbol of status requiring at least Dou Spirit strength to obtain (or membership in an elite faction). "Plenty!" Xiao Yan nearly pinched her again in his excitement before stopping himself. "I''ll repay every coin!" He thumped his chest earnestly. "Who wants repayment?" She hid the card with a playful pout. "Come on, it''s late. Tomorrow I''ll take you around Wutan City." Waving, he bounded down the mountain with renewed vigor. Watching his retreating figure¡ªonce again radiating the spirited confidence of three years past¡ªXun''er murmured softly, "Nalan Yanran... should I hate you? Or thank you?"
Morning sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the cross-legged youth in warmth. After prolonged meditation, Xiao Yan inhaled deeply¡ªvisible white energy swirling into his body to nourish his bones. His eyes snapped open, a white gleam flashing briefly before he stretched luxuriously. "This feeling... Three years. Finally, the sensation of growing stronger has returned." Dressing leisurely, he was interrupted by Xun''er''s melodious voice outside: "Brother Xiao Yan, still asleep?" "So early..." Shaking his head, he retrieved a small chest from his cabinet. Opening it carefully, golden light spilled forth¡ªhis entire savings. Stepping outside, he couldn''t help whistling at the sight before him. Dressed in fresh green attire that accentuated her budding figure¡ªslender legs, rounded hips, and the gentle swell of her chest¡ªXun''er radiated youthful vitality. Yet her innate elegance remained uniquely her own. "Here''s what you needed." She handed him a standard black gold card (maximum 5,000 gold capacity). Accepting it, he teased, "Dressed so finely¡ªgot a date?" "With you! After three years of neglect, of course I must look my best." Her crescent-moon eyes sparkled with mischief. Their playful banter drew curious stares from passing clansmen. The usually aloof Xun''er¡ªfamily jewel in both beauty and talent¡ªrarely showed such unreserved warmth. Ignoring the onlookers, they strolled through Wutan City''s bustling streets. Despite the scorching sun, the avenues teemed with diverse crowds¡ªeven occasional non-human races. With Xiao Yan beside her, Xun''er became positively lively, dragging him between market stalls with infectious laughter that seemed to cool the sweltering air. Only after her energy waned did Xiao Yan guide her to an apothecary. There, he spent over 900 gold coins on: Watching his funds dwindle painfully, Xiao Yan sighed. Now I understand money''s true value in this world... Only one item remained: A Wood-attribute Rank 1 Magic Core. Chapter 10: The Magic Core Hunt Magic Cores¡ªalso known as Magic Crystals or the embryonic form of spirit pills¡ªwere condensed energy nuclei found within magical beasts. These cores contained extremely violent natural energy so potent that even a Dou King wouldn''t dare absorb them directly for fear of bodily explosion. Though unusable raw, they were indispensable to alchemists. Through secret refining methods, their¿ñ±© energy could be neutralized with special herbs, transforming them into coveted strength-enhancing elixirs that commanded astronomical prices. Additionally, cores could be embedded into weapons, boosting their destructive power and granting Dou Qi amplification¡ªa feature that made them wildly popular among cultivators. They also enhanced armor and other equipment, providing formidable defenses that could mean the difference between life and death. These myriad applications made magic cores the most sought-after materials on the continent. Even prestigious alchemists would scour the world for high-grade cores to craft superior pills. This demand kept cores perpetually scarce. High-grade specimens appearing at auctions were instantly snapped up at exorbitant prices. The lucrative trade spawned countless mercenary groups specializing in beast hunting¡ªa perilous profession. First, magical beasts weren''t only powerful but cunning. Their ferocious nature and unique combat styles often made them deadlier than human cultivators of equivalent rank. Attempting to solo a same-level beast usually ended in disaster. Second, not all beasts possessed cores¡ªtheir formation seemed random. Entire teams might suffer heavy casualties only to find their quarry coreless¡ªa common frustration. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Thus, magic cores maintained their sky-high value and scarcity.
Guiding Xun''er through bustling streets, Xiao Yan entered a mid-sized marketplace in the city''s southern district¡ªone of several in Wutan City controlled by the three great families. "Control" mainly meant maintaining order and security. In return, stall owners paid commissions¡ªa long-established practice rarely challenged. Two Xiao family guards at the entrance bowed respectfully upon recognizing them. Inside, the human tide made Xiao Yan whistle lowly. No wonder the family guards these so fiercely¡ªthe profits must be staggering. "Third Young Master, Miss Xun''er, what brings you here?" A deep voice came from behind. Turning, Xiao Yan saw eight uniformed clansmen led by a 30-ish man with a six-star Dou Practitioner badge¡ªPei En, appointed personally by his father as market security chief. Though unfamiliar, Xiao Yan smiled warmly at this loyal subordinate. "Just bored at home. We''ll call if needed, Uncle Pei." The respectful "uncle" visibly pleased the man. "Feel free to browse. Our people are everywhere¡ªjust shout for help." As they melted into the crowd, Pei En ordered two men to discreetly follow¡ªand warn any pickpockets targeting them.
Trailing lazily behind Xiao Yan, Xun''er suddenly murmured, "That Pei En seems decent." Xiao Yan hummed in agreement while scanning stalls. His enhanced soul perception had detected their three shadows immediately. Slowing to walk beside her, he inhaled her lotus-like fragrance and teased, "Noticing three stealth experts at nine Dou Qi segments? Quite remarkable, Xun''er..." She responded with her signature tactic¡ªa silent, mysterious smile. Grinning, Xiao Yan ruffled her hair and whispered, "Whatever your background, remember¡ªyou''re my sister. I''ll shield you from any storm." Xun''er froze mid-step, watching his retreating back. After a long pause, her lips curved into an enchanting smile. "Sister? This greedy girl wants more..."
Deeper in the market where pricier goods were sold, Xun''er idly examined a simple but elegant green bracelet with cooling ice-silver accents¡ªperfect for summer. Remembering she''d lent all her money to Xiao Yan, she sighed apologetically at the vendor and moved on. Just then, an oily voice rang out: "Miss Xun''er! What fortune to meet you here!" A gaudily dressed young noble approached with his entourage¡ªhis feverish gaze locked onto her. (To be continued...) Chapter 11: The Green Bracelet Xun''er''s delicate willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly at the sight of the handsome young man''s eager expression. Without acknowledging his greeting, she turned to leave. "Young Lady Xun''er!" Seeing her turn away, the pale-faced young man hurried forward, cutting off her path with urgent steps. Blocked, Xun''er had no choice but to stop. Her long, narrow eyes¡ªclear as autumn water¡ªregarded him with lazy indifference, offering no words. "Young Lady Xun''er..." Under the gaze of those mesmerizing eyes, this seasoned pursuer of beauties found his breath quickening, his usual silver tongue failing him. "Young Master Galie Ao, if you have no business, please step aside. I have matters to attend to." Hearing her soft, dulcet voice, unhealthy color flushed across Galie Ao''s pallid face. "Hehe, Young Lady Xun''er, shopping at the market? I happen to be free¡ªwhy not browse together?" Galie Ao inhaled deeply, mustering his most dazzling smile¡ªone that had charmed many beauties into his arms. "I''ve said I''m occupied. Must you obstruct me?" Xun''er''s lips pressed into a thin line, her tone devoid of inflection. Rebuffed, Galie Ao''s smile stiffened, but he persevered. Reaching into his robes, he produced an exquisite bracelet¡ªcrafted from blue-gold iron with a polished green magic core pendant. Faint emerald light radiated from it, making the piece utterly enchanting. Clearly, no cheap trinket. "Since Young Lady Xun''er is busy, I wouldn''t dare impose further." Galie Ao held the bracelet delicately, oozing charm. "This Wood Spirit Bracelet, though humble, bears a grade-one wood-attribute magic core¡ªexcellent for Dou Qi recovery. Perfect for one yet to become a Dou Practitioner like yourself. Please don''t refuse this small token, lest I lose face before my men..." The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. His theatrical delivery drew sycophantic chuckles from his entourage. Xun''er''s frown deepened at his antics, but her gaze lingered on the green core. Remembering Xiao Yan''s desperate search for such an item, her frosty demeanor thawed slightly... Noticing her hesitation, Galie Ao pressed his advantage: "The Galie and Xiao families are both pillars of Wutan City. Who would question such a small gift between allies?" Take the bracelet, extract the core for Brother Xiao Yan, then discard it when he''s not looking. Resolving thus, Xun''er reached out¡ªonly for her hand to be intercepted by another. Startled, Dou Qi surged within her, poised to break free¡ªuntil a familiar grunt made her stand down. Turning, she found Xiao Yan glowering behind her. Don''t you know what trash he is? His glare chastised silently before he forced a smile. "Young Master Galie Ao, your kindness is noted, but please keep your gift." Galie Ao''s eyes flashed with anger, though his smile remained. "Young Master Xiao Yan, I merely wished to adorn Young Lady Xun''er''s beauty. Surely you wouldn''t deny her this small embellishment?" With a sigh, Xiao Yan fished out a simple green bracelet from his robes¡ªa five-copper street trinket¡ªand thrust it at Xun''er. "Like bracelets? Here. Stop accepting things from strangers¡ªhaven''t I warned you about ulterior motives?" The contrast was laughable¡ªGalie Ao''s thousand-gold masterpiece versus this shoddy trinket. "Xiao Yan," Galie Ao sneered, "I knew your standing in the family was low, but must you insult Young Lady Xun''er with such rubbish?" Ignoring him, Xiao Yan waved the bracelet impatiently. "Take it or leave it. It''s just two coins anyway." Derisive laughter erupted¡ªuntil it choked off abruptly. Xun''er, as if sleepwalking, had snatched the cheap bracelet with startling eagerness. Only after securing it did she blush at her own forwardness. Composing herself, she gracefully fastened it around her slender wrist before beaming at Xiao Yan. "Thank you, Brother Xiao Yan." Galie Ao''s face twisted with jealousy at her radiant expression. "How... unconventional of Young Lady Xun''er." Xiao Yan studied Galie Ao''s single golden star insignia¡ªmarking him as a one-star Dou Practitioner. Took him until twenty-one to break through? Mediocre talent at best. Seeing Galie Ao still loitering, Xiao Yan''s tone turned dismissive: "Your romantic exploits are legendary, but Xun''er''s too young for your games. Find easier prey elsewhere." Turning to Xun''er with exaggerated sternness: "Stay away from him." "Oh." Xun''er blinked innocently. To her, Galie Ao was a passing stranger¡ªXiao Yan, irreplaceable. The choice required no thought. Chapter 12: The Hidden Treasure Galie Ao''s face twisted with barely suppressed rage as Xun''er obediently nodded to Xiao Yan''s words. His fists clenched audibly, knuckles white, his venomous gaze fixed on the impassive youth before him. Noticing their master''s fury, Galie Ao''s entourage instinctively stepped forward, subtly encircling the pair with predatory intent. The commotion drew curious onlookers in the market''s depths. Both Xiao Yan and Galie Ao were minor celebrities in Wutan City¡ªthe former for his "trash" reputation, the latter for his notorious womanizing. Xiao Yan merely raised an eyebrow at their aggressive posturing, his youthful features curling into amusement. Turning slightly, he whistled sharply toward a particular direction in the marketplace. All eyes followed¡ªjust in time to see Pei En leading a squad of Xiao family guards charging over like an angry tide. Within moments, Galie Ao''s group found themselves surrounded by bristling steel. "Young Master, any trouble?" Pei En positioned himself behind Xiao Yan, eyeing Galie Ao''s party warily before bowing respectfully. Xiao Yan smiled leisurely at Galie Ao''s darkening expression. "Young Master Galie, this is Xiao family territory. Did you intend to start something here?" Galie Ao shot a wary glance at Pei En before sneering, "Do you only know how to hide behind your family? If you were a real man¡ª" "¡ªI''d fight you fair and square?" Xiao Yan interrupted with a wave, chuckling. "Is that what you were going to say?" Galie Ao''s lips curled. "Exactly. Dare you?" Xiao Yan sighed theatrically, rubbing his forehead before looking up with exaggerated innocence. "May I ask how old you are, Young Master Galie?" The question hung in the air as Galie Ao''s face darkened further. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. "Twenty-one, isn''t it? And I''m fifteen¡ªnot even undergone my Coming of Age Ceremony." Xiao Yan spread his hands helplessly. "Challenging a child? Shouldn''t you feel some shame?" Xun''er barely suppressed a giggle at his performance while nearby merchants burst into laughter. The contrast was indeed ridiculous¡ªa grown man challenging a barely adolescent boy. The mockery doused Galie Ao''s fury with cold reality. Xiao Yan''s usual composure made it easy to forget his actual age. Gritting his teeth, Galie Ao assessed the armed guards and knew today''s opportunity was lost. "Enjoy your childhood while it lasts," he spat. "After next year''s ceremony, they''ll probably exile you to some backwater village. You won''t even qualify to enter Wutan City then¡ªhow pathetic." Xiao Yan merely shrugged. Something about that infuriating calm made Galie Ao''s blood boil. What right does this trash have to act so superior? As he turned to leave, Galie Ao suddenly smirked over his shoulder. "Oh, and I heard Nalan Yanran tore up your engagement? Fitting¡ªa waste like you could never deserve her." His laughter trailed behind him as he pushed through the crowd. Xiao Yan''s eyes glinted dangerously before he caught Xun''er''s wrist. "No point biting back when a mad dog barks." "But he¡ª!" "Patience." The icy smile playing on Xiao Yan''s lips sent an involuntary shiver down Pei En''s spine. A lion that knew when to bide its time was far more terrifying than one that roared. Turning to Pei En, Xiao Yan''s demeanor instantly brightened. "Our thanks, Captain." The abrupt shift from calculating to candid left Pei En genuinely impressed. Regardless of cultivation talent, such emotional control promised future greatness. "Our duty, Young Master." With a knowing glance at Xiao Yan''s browsing, Pei En tactfully withdrew his men. Once alone, Xiao Yan rounded on Xun''er, ruffling her hair in mock anger. "A grade-one magic core tempted you? You know what he''s after!" Smoothing her mussed locks, Xun''er pouted. "Free gifts shouldn''t be wasted." "You''re the family''s genius! Must you act so stingy?" Her nose crinkled mischievously as she dangled the cheap bracelet. "So Brother Xiao Yan has been watching me closely." Rolling his eyes, Xiao Yan dragged her deeper into the market. After several stalls, he finally stopped before one displaying a bloodstained green crystal. "Found it." As his fingers neared the core, an odd sensation prickled his senses. Casually picking up the magic core, Xiao Yan let his gaze wander¡ªuntil it snagged on a peculiar black iron fragment beside it. Rusted and mud-caked, the fragment looked freshly unearthed. "Buy that iron piece, boy. Something interesting..." Yao Lao''s voice echoed in his mind just as Xiao Yan''s own intuition tingled. The Mysterious Iron Slate Xiao Yan blinked subtly at the voice in his mind, giving an imperceptible nod. Instead of immediately grabbing the black iron piece, he casually tossed the bloodstained green magic core in his hand and smiled at the shifty-eyed mercenary behind the stall. "Which beast is this from?" "Young master has good eyes! This is from a rank-one Wood-Devouring Fox¡ªa top-tier core among its rank. Our Sharp Fang mercenary team camped for three days and killed five foxes just to get this one..." The mercenary''s tone turned ingratiating upon noticing Xiao Yan''s fine clothes. "If you''re interested, just 500 gold coins. Several of our brothers were badly injured..." Xiao Yan rubbed the bloodstains¡ªstill fresh¡ªand nodded. Glancing at the two bronze stars on the man''s chest (marking him as a two-star Dou Practitioner), he remarked casually, "Overpriced. Standard rank-one cores go for 400 to 450. And Wood-Devouring Foxes are among the weakest magical beasts¡ªdon''t tell me your team lacks even basic Dou Practitioners?" The mercenary''s smile stiffened. Clearly surprised by the boy''s market knowledge, he forced a chuckle. "470 then. We''ve got families to feed..." With an exaggerated sigh, Xiao Yan bent down and randomly grabbed several items from the stall¡ªincluding the peculiar iron piece. "470 for all these." The mercenary''s eyes darted over the assortment. Seeing nothing valuable, he relaxed. "Deal!" Tossing a coin pouch, Xiao Yan left without another word. "Not bad, kid. Quite the shrewd shopper." "These merchants will triple prices if they spot your interest. No point being fleeced." After escorting Xun''er home, Xiao Yan practically flew to his room, locking doors and windows securely. Turning, he found Yao Lao already materialized. Dumping his purchases on the table, he demanded eagerly, "Got everything. What now?" Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Yao Lao''s gaze lingered on the black iron piece. "Aren''t you curious about this?" Xiao Yan blinked, then hurriedly produced it. "What''s it for?" Yao Lao took it with a smirk. "It contains a combat technique¡ªlikely sealed by an alchemist. Only those with exceptional soul perception could detect it." "Technique?" Xiao Yan''s eyes lit up like lanterns. "What rank?" In this world, combat techniques were as prized as cultivation methods. Powerful techniques could unleash strength far beyond one''s normal capacity. Like cultivation methods, techniques were classified into Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow tiers. Most publicly available techniques were Yellow-tier at best¡ªtrue treasures required joining sects or academies. Occasionally, lost techniques resurfaced through luck¡ªlike this iron piece. After examining it, Yao Lao announced, "Palm Pull Technique: Mystic-tier Low-grade!" "Mystic-tier?!" Xiao Yan nearly dropped the slate. His family''s strongest technique was only Mystic-tier Mid-grade¡ªreserved for elders! "Mastery allows pulling thousand-pound boulders. Against foes, it can extract blood directly from their bodies." "Extract blood?!" Xiao Yan gulped. "That''s insane! Who survives blood loss?" "Only works on weaker or equal opponents. Against stronger foes, you''ll just pull them closer to kill you." Yao Lao tossed it back dismissively. But to Xiao Yan, this was a treasure! Cradling the slate, he grinned. "Still better than our family''s techniques!" "With your three Dou Qi segments, you''ll be lucky to pull a twig." Ignoring the jab, Xiao Yan studied the slate lovingly until Yao Lao snatched the magic core. "Fetch a basin of water." Recognizing preparation for alchemy, Xiao Yan stored the slate and scrambled to comply.
In the quiet room, Yao Lao held a Purple Spirit Grass. His left hand suddenly burst with pale flames¡ªraising the temperature instantly. Xiao Yan watched awestruck. Materializing Dou Qi into flames? Even Father can''t do that! The white flames consumed the grass, reducing it to green liquid within seconds. After adding all three grasses and two Bone Cleansing Flowers, the mixture purified through relentless heating. Next came the magic core¡ªan hour-long process that left the liquid emerald-green and docile. As the flames dissipated, Yao Lao held a single glowing drop. Its potent energy made Xiao Yan''s mouth water. "Can I take it now?" "Suicidal. Your meridians would shred." Yao Lao flicked the drop into the water basin, turning it jade-green. "Train in this. With your talent, reaching seven segments in a year is trivial." Xiao Yan nodded eagerly¡ªuntil Yao Lao added, "Ah, forgot to mention¡ªthe solution lasts two months. So you''ll need to repurchase these materials regularly." Xiao Yan''s face fell. Damn alchemists¡ªonly the rich afford this!