He Transforms All Things

"Little Worm, what are you looking at?"

"How many times have I told you? Things aren't what they used to be. The less you go out, the safer you'll be!"

Behind the tiger-headed, tiger-brained little boy walked a woman around thirty, dressed in a red ritual robe. She had an exceptionally fierce-looking face.

She grabbed Little Worm by the ear and scolded him a few times, her eyes repeatedly darting toward Fang Xi's hillside.

When she saw the black flying sword as large as a door panel, her expression changed slightly. She dragged Little Worm into the house, followed by the resounding sound of someone being spanked.

"Mother, why did you hit me?"

Little Worm rubbed his bright-red buttocks, his small face full of grievance.

"You've started Qi Refining into the Body and are about to become a cultivator. If you don't keep your eyes sharp, you won't live long..."

The plump beauty sighed. "Didn't you see that person's flying sword? It was pitch-black, like crystal, and unbelievably sharp. It was probably refined from Obsidian Crystal. That material would barely qualify even for refining some low-grade magic treasures... A spirit artifact flying sword refined from Obsidian Crystal definitely belonged to a ruthless Foundation Establishment Cultivator! In this Marketplace, apart from Thunder Fire Hall and Brahma Heaven Gang, no one would dare provoke him..."

"Mother, I want to become a cultivator just like him, one that nobody dares provoke!"

Little Worm's eyes lit up.

Smack!

His answer was a bamboo-shoot stir-fried with meat. The beautiful woman flew into a rage and cursed, "You little brat! You're so young, yet you refuse to learn anything good. Are you supposed to imitate those people who lick blood from the edge of a blade?"

"But... we cultivators all have to fight with magic. Otherwise,