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On Li Xiaonan's Spirit Platform, a flash of gold illuminated the space, and he instantly understood Ling Xingyao's concerns.
How strange, what was that feeling just now? Mind reading? It didn’t seem like it... Never mind!
“Ling Xingyao, how about this? I won’t establish the Martial Soul Sect anymore. Instead, I’ll send the talented children directly to your Langya Sect. How does that sound?”
For ordinary people, establishing a sect and passing down its legacy is of utmost importance. However, Li Xiaonan was not originally from the Starry Illusion Continent; he didn’t care about such empty titles. As long as these children could become part of his influence in the future, that was enough for him.
Ling Xingyao was taken aback and quickly shook his head. “No, no! That won’t do! How about this... Big Brother, let’s do it this way: on the surface, I’ll be the sect leader, but I will tell the children that they are joining the Martial Soul Sect and that their Grandmaster is Li Xiaonan.”
Big Brother is so domineering to make such a decision! No wonder Xian'er is so devoted to him; he truly is someone who can accomplish great things!
He never expected Li Xiaonan to say something astonishing. “Alright! You can take care of this. Here’s the initial chapter of the Martial Soul Technique; take it and teach it to the disciples!” Li Xiaonan engraved the entry-level teachings into the Jade Eye Tablet and tossed it to Ling Xingyao.
Ling Xingyao hurriedly caught it, his mouth forming a perfect 'O' shape as his body trembled up and down, looking like he had just been struck by lightning.
“Wow! Big Brother, you scared me to death! This isn’t just some scrap paper! You’re just handing this over to me like this?”
It was no wonder Ling Xingyao was so shocked. In a world like the Starry Illusion Continent, where people cherished their own possessions, Li Xiaonan’s willingness to entrust his sect's cultivation teachings to someone else was enough to make an ordinary person tremble in disbelief.
Ming Ruoyun chuckled from the side. “Ling Xingyao, our benefactor is someone who accomplishes great things; his thoughts are naturally beyond what we mere mortals can comprehend. But you shouldn’t let our benefactor down.”
Ling Xingyao straightened his expression and said, “What benefactor? You should call me Big Brother!” He then winked at Li Xiaonan.
Li Xiaonan was taken aback, scratching his head as he focused on the two of them radiating a pink glow.
Goodness! I go into seclusion for a bit and there’s already some romantic tension! Ah... not bad, not bad; these kids are teachable!
“Ming Ruoyun, please help Ling Xingyao out. After all, you come from a major sect; you must have seen more in terms of sect management than Ling Xingyao has.” Li Xiaonan hastily dropped a few words before pulling Qing Yu Year into the house, missing the hint of sadness that flashed in Ming Ruoyun's eyes.
Ling Xingyao patted her shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry; I won’t leave you behind. Big Brother won’t either!”
"But..." Ming Ruoyun couldn't help but furrow her brows. "I'm afraid I might put you all in danger... The Crimson Cloud Sect won't let me go... Ah! What are you doing, Ling Xingyao..." Ming Ruoyun covered her forehead.
Ling Xingyao had somehow walked in front of her, blocking the glaring sunlight. He gently flicked her forehead, his eyes filled with mirth.
Ming Ruoyun was momentarily taken aback, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily lifted slightly.
At that moment, although she couldn't see the sun, she felt a bright warmth surrounding her. Ling Xingyao was like a glowing entity, radiating a gentle warmth that enveloped her.
Her elder brother truly lived up to his title; this flicking gesture was something even Xian'er couldn't resist. Ming Ruoyun found herself obediently yielding! She decided she should seek more guidance from her brother in the future!
"Let's go!" Ling Xingyao casually placed his hand on Ming Ruoyun's shoulder. Seeing her acquiescence, he grinned widely, revealing his pearly white teeth, his smile dazzling enough to be a toothpaste commercial.
"Master..."
Li Xiaonan coldly stared at Qing Yu Year.
Qing Yu Year swallowed hard, feeling inexplicably chilled inside.
"Are you ready?" Li Xiaonan leaned against the armrest, crossing his legs and picking up a teacup from the table.
Qing Yu Year nodded. Over the past year, he had handled all matters and entrusted everything in Qingyu City to Qingjing Year. He had no more worries and was fully focused on cultivation.
"Think carefully; your body has indeed passed the most suitable time for cultivation. Therefore, I will refine it again, but the process will be nothing short of hellish. Are you truly prepared for this?" Li Xiaonan quietly scrutinized Qing Yu Year.
Little Year! You must stay strong! You have to hold on for me; otherwise, I won't know how to explain it to your master! As long as you have determination, I guarantee you'll embark on the path of immortality!
Qing Yu Year nodded vigorously, causing his jade crown to fall off. His expression was serious as he calmly adjusted it back into place.
Li Xiaonan couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Little Year, you're too amusing! Alright, let's get started! Take off your clothes."
Qing Yu Year blushed deeply as he loosened his belt and removed his upper garment, revealing his frail and aged body.
Sigh... The little brother who once called me that has now become my master, and he even calls me Little Year. Where am I supposed to put my old face? Thankfully, there’s no one else around...
“Xiao Nan!” Yun Moyu burst through the door with a loud bang, her radiant smile instantly freezing on her face. “You... you all... Li Xiaonan, I hate you!”
Li Xiaonan quickly caught her falling jaw... What’s going on now? Could she be jealous? What could possibly happen between me and an old man? Seriously...
“Mo Yu... Mo Yu!” Li Xiaonan sighed and had no choice but to leave the bare-bodied Qing Yu Year behind as he chased after her.
“Silly girl, what are you sulking about now?” Li Xiaonan wrapped his arms around her slender waist and gently kissed her pouting face.
Yun Moyu stomped on Li Xiaonan's foot angrily and said, “Xiao Nan! You need to tell me honestly, is it because you practiced the Harmony Technique and turned into a woman that you... you now like men?”
Li Xiaonan was taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter, nearly spitting water onto Yun Moyu's face. He wiped his mouth and chuckled, “Silly girl, I like Mo Yu! I liked you before, I like you now, and I will like you in the future! So your husband is still your husband. Why worry so much?”
Li Xiaonan pulled the blushing Yun Moyu into his embrace.
Listening to the strong heartbeat in his chest, Yun Moyu still felt an uneasy sensation lingering in her heart. She always felt that something bad was about to happen.
She slightly raised her head and asked, “Xiao Nan, you will always stay by our side, right?”
Li Xiaonan was momentarily stunned. Forever? How far is that?
Finally, he nodded and patted Yun Moyu's head. “Of course! Don’t worry; with me around, every day is sunny.”
Yun Moyu couldn't help but smile sweetly as she quietly leaned against Li Xiaonan's chest, looking up at the scorching sun above while greedily inhaling his scent.
“Uh-huh!” Li Xiaonan awkwardly cleared his throat as he returned to Azure Phoenix Hall, waving his hand to close the door and setting up a barrier.
Qing Yu Year stood there bare-skinned and awkwardly.
Li Xiaonan summoned Chen Yaojin, who was busy sparring with Buddha's Envoy in the Seven-Level Pagoda. “Little Jin, keep an eye on Qing Yu Year’s soul for me. If anything happens and I accidentally mess things up, you need to quickly help me retrieve the soul.”
Qing Yu Year shivered; he instantly understood that Li Xiaonan had not only been testing him earlier but that every word had been the absolute truth.
Chen Yaojin grinned mischievously at Qing Yu Year. "Don't worry, boss, Little Year won't die. At most, it'll be worse than death..."
Qing Yu Year wore a mournful expression.
What kind of people are these! Once I became an adult disciple, even the way they address me has changed to calling me Little Year... and worse than death, sob sob sob... I'm so pitiful...
Li Xiaonan closed his eyes, countless thoughts flashing through his mind. Finally, he settled on a cultivation method that was quite suitable for Qing Yu Year. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he snapped his fingers, causing a cluster of blue Nine Yin True Fire to dance on his index finger.
Grandpa said that there’s nothing I can’t refine in this world, so I’m going to create a human machine!
Qing Yu Year watched as the blue flame slowly floated toward him, and he couldn't help but lick his lips.
When the flame touched his aged skin, it instantly enveloped him.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Qing Yu Year flailed and screamed.
Li Xiaonan kicked him in the rear. "What are you screaming for? Do you think I don't know? It's not even hot!"
"Really? Not hot! Ah... Ah! Ah!" Before Qing Yu Year could finish his sentence, he was already screaming again.
His skin, aged like tree bark, was being burned away inch by inch, revealing the fresh red muscle beneath.
"Wow! Boss, you're really into some heavy stuff! What do they call this? Right! Boiling frogs in warm water, simmering old men! Haha! This is too interesting; it looks quite delicious!" Chen Yaojin chuckled, unconsciously drooling.
The skin on Qing Yu Year's face was also being burned away, and he tried hard to maintain a mournful expression. It hurts! I'm so pitiful! Sob sob sob...
Unfortunately, neither of the other two could understand him and certainly couldn't hear his lewd thoughts.
Li Xiaonan pulled out a Binding Immortal Rope and tied up Qing Yu Year. This was just the beginning. "Little Jin! Get ready! Hold down his soul; don’t let him escape!"
"Okay!"
Qing Yu Year shook his head repeatedly, unable to move at that moment. The searing pain continuously stimulated his nerves, and soon he couldn't even scream, as his vocal cords had been burned away.
Li Xiaonan frowned. This wouldn't do! Qing Yu Year was just a mortal; if this continued, not only would he fail to cultivate the Heavenly Gang Golden Body, but he might also lose his life! He needed to transform the pain into strength!
He flicked his fingers rapidly, sending Foundation Pills into Qing Yu Year's body. At that moment, he no longer saw him as a living person but as a vessel, as a pill. The words of Mei Qingdan echoed in his mind: "A vessel can become a pill, and a pill can become a vessel."
So that's how it is. A smile crept onto Li Xiaonan's face as he continuously took out various elixirs to merge into Qing Yu Year's body. His hands formed seals, shattering the filthy vessels while reshaping them, transforming the organs, bones, and meridians one by one.
"Ahhh!" Qing Yu Year cried out, slapping his palms together in the air, causing the Binding Immortal Rope to clink loudly.
"Little Year, hold on! It's almost over!" Li Xiaonan kept forming hand seals. Finally, he gathered the Nine Yin True Fire, and a well-built man with an icy expression stood in the room. He looked to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, standing at about five foot eight, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes that exuded an impressive aura.
"Good!" Li Xiaonan praised.
Qing Yu Year cast a resentful glance at Li Xiaonan. Several times he had nearly burned to death; just as his consciousness began to fade away, he was yanked back by his hair and forced to endure the agony of body reconstruction.
He held back for a long time before saying, "I... I feel so pitiful..."
Li Xiaonan slapped his thigh and laughed uncontrollably. "Hahaha!"
"This is the essence of Martial Soul Technique; take it and cultivate. If you have any questions, just ask me!"
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