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After returning home, Duàn Yì slipped back into homebody mode. For three days straight, he never stepped outside, staying cooped up in the tiny courtyard to nourish his qi and cultivate himself.

His cultivation might not have improved by much, but consolidating his foundation and deepening his reserves had always been a grinding task accumulated day by day.

Since taking up martial arts, Duàn Yì had never lacked fortuitous encounters or peerless divine techniques. The one thing he lacked was time—the one thing that could not be made up in the short term.

Qin Xin was now a woman who followed her husband in all things. Like Duàn Yì, apart from practicing the finger techniques of the Eight Dragon Sounds each day and immersing her mind in the Heavenly Demonic Qin to connect with the spirit within it, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to cultivating the Primordial Chaos Yuan Fusion Scripture.

This martial art created by Duàn Yì had gradually begun to reveal its extraordinary qualities. It allowed Qin Xin to accumulate internal energy far faster than before. Although she had already passed the ideal age for laying a foundation in martial arts, she now faintly showed signs of Essence Condensing—an unexpected delight.

Qin Xin was also very satisfied with such a life. The two of them seemed to have returned to those harmonious days in the little mountain village of Duàn Yì's hometown, their qin and se playing in perfect accord.

Outside the small courtyard, however, Heyin County was steeped in a strange atmosphere, plunged into uproar.

Every street and alley was filled with people discussing the major event from several days ago. Peddlers, porters, and common townsfolk had become the chief vessels spreading the news.

The cause of such a massive stir was Duàn Yì, acting as the Heir