Ye Xuan and the Twin Pupils Woman's Hundred Year Agreement!

"Who said you're my sister?"

Ao Tong deliberately put on a stern face, letting out a light snort.

"Weren't you just trying to suppress me a moment ago? Weren't you aiming to be Ranked Among Immortals?"

"What's this? Now you know to call me sister?"

Ye Xuan's expression didn't change, his heart didn't race, and he spoke with a face full of righteousness:

"Sister, that's where you're wrong. As the saying goes, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier. I was just motivating myself to cultivate harder, striving to catch up to sister's pace as soon as possible."

"Besides, sister is so young—calling you 'senior' would only age you. Calling you 'sister' fits perfectly, and it sounds warm!"

Ao Tong was left speechless by his string of slick arguments.

She looked into Ye Xuan's clear yet deep eyes and could sense the terrifying potential hidden within this youth.

Chaos physique, the origin of Dual Pupils.

And that aura, as if he were a born emperor.

Maybe...

He really could do it?

At that thought, a flicker of unexpected anticipation rose in Ao Tong's heart.

In these endless years, she had been too lonely.

It was lonely at the top.

If there really was someone who could catch up to her pace, or even surpass her...

That might not be such a bad thing.

Ao Tong's lips curled slightly, revealing a smile that could captivate all beings.

"Fine."

"Since you have such ambition, don't say I didn't give you a chance."

She extended a slender, jade-like finger and tapped lightly on the void.

"I'll give you a hundred years."

"Within these hundred years, you may challenge me anytime."

"If, after a hundred years, you can suppress me, surpass the laws and Dao in my hands..."

Ao Tong looked at Ye Xuan, a ripple of light flowing in her eyes.

"Then I'll let go of the offenses you've committed against me in your heart today."

"Even..."

She didn't finish her sentence, leaving only a meaningful glance.

But then, her tone shifted, a chill creeping into her voice.

"But if, after a hundred years, you can't do it..."

"Heh heh."

Ao Tong let out two cold laughs, and the Dual Pupils in her eyes evolved into two abysses.

"You should know the consequences."

"Then I'll suppress you, make you my pageboy for ten thousand years, serving me tea and water every day until you die of old age!"

The Hundred Year Agreement!

For an ordinary mortal, a hundred years is a lifetime.

But for cultivators of their level, especially those at the Venerable realm or higher, a hundred years is but a snap of the fingers.

To surpass this undefeated ancient myth within a hundred years?

That was a challenge on hellish difficulty.

But Ye Xuan showed no fear.

On the contrary, the fighting spirit in his eyes burned to its peak.

He was the Human Emperor!

With the Double Piercing Gate in hand and the resources of two worlds at his back.

If he couldn't even handle a Twin Pupils Woman, what Dao was he cultivating? What emperor was he becoming?

Ye Xuan stepped forward, meeting Ao Tong's beautiful eyes directly, his voice ringing out with absolute confidence.

"Fine!"

"Then it's settled!"

"Within a hundred years, I'll definitely catch up to you, sister!"

"And then..."

A mischievous grin curled at the corner of Ye Xuan's lips, but he quickly reined it in and put on a serious face.

"When the time comes, big sister, don't forget the promise you made today."

Ao Tong watched the spirited young man before her, and a long-dormant battle blood within her seemed to stir ever so slightly.

"Heh, you've got quite the mouth on you."

"Then I'll wait for you for a hundred years."

With that, the two locked eyes.

In that moment, it wasn't just a clash of pupil power, but a pact that spanned the ages.

Within the Stone Pavilion, Chaos Qi swirled.

With the "Hundred Year Agreement" set in stone, the once tense atmosphere dissolved completely, replaced by a subtle harmony.

Ye Xuan looked at this newly acknowledged "big sister," his smile so bright it was almost blinding.

He was a pragmatist at heart—since the bond had been forged, he wasn't about to let the benefits slip through his fingers.

"Big sister Ao Tong."

Ye Xuan scooted closer, utterly unselfconscious, and said:

"Now that our bet is settled, I'm still weak as a fledgling. What if, a hundred years from now, I can't beat you? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"I hear that in the Ancient Sacred Academy, there's a peerless divine ability called the [Sky-Mending Technique]."

"Since you live here, big sister, you must be quite familiar with it, right?"

Ao Tong watched this little rascal who climbed the pole as soon as it was offered, and a flicker of amused helplessness passed through her Dual Pupils.

She knew exactly what Ye Xuan was angling for.

The Sky-Mending Technique was the very foundation of the Sky-Mending Pavilion, the core secret art of the Butian Sect in the Upper Realm.

Even in ancient times, this divine ability was renowned, drawing countless prodigies to fight over it.

"You sure know how to pick your prizes."

Ao Tong gave a light snort, but she didn't refuse.

Though she was merely a guest in this Small World, healing and seeking enlightenment, every generation of Sky-Mending Pavilion's ancestors had to bow to her as a junior.

She was both the guardian of this place and the true master of its legacy.

What's more, she had faith in Ye Xuan.

This youth, who possessed the Chaos Heavy Pupils and dared to claim he would suppress her within a century, was indeed worthy of inheriting this art.

"The Sky-Mending Technique, as its name implies, mends the flaws of heaven."

Ao Tong's expression turned solemn.

She extended a slender, jade-like finger, at the tip of which gathered crystalline specks of light—fragments of time.

"Heaven and earth have flaws, so they must be mended."

"The core essence of this divine ability lies not in 'healing,' but in 'undoing a move.'"

"It allows a localized reversal of time. No matter how grievous your injury—even if your flesh is shattered and your Primordial Spirit is on the verge of extinction—as long as you have a breath left, using this technique will rewind your state to before the injury."

"In other words, you return to your peak condition."

Ye Xuan's eyes lit up instantly.

This wasn't just some healing spell.

This was basically a "save point reload" in a game!

As long as you weren't one-shot, you could bounce back to full health anytime.

In a life-or-death fight, this was a downright broken ability.

Your enemy wears you down to a pulp, and with a wave of your hand, you're back at full strength—how could they even fight that?

"Please teach me, big sister!"

Ye Xuan bowed with solemn respect.

"Watch closely."

Ao Tong wasted no words.

The speck of light at her fingertip suddenly exploded, transforming into a swarm of intricate, profound runes that swam like tiny fish, straight into Ye Xuan's brow.

Boom!

A torrent of information detonated in Ye Xuan's Consciousness Sea.

It was the application of time laws, the manipulation of causal threads, the restructuring of life's very essence.

Each rune held the principles of heaven and earth, arcane and unfathomable.

For an ordinary genius, just comprehending the first rune alone would likely take months of effort.

Ye Xuan dared not delay. He immediately sat cross-legged, palms facing upward.

WUUM—

Though his eyes were shut, his heavy pupils had already opened.

Chaos Qi surged wildly within his body, and those Chaos Heavy Pupils seemed to transform into the eyes of the Great Dao.

The obscure time runes were rapidly dismantled and stripped apart in his field of vision.

Ao Tong sat in the Stone Pavilion, propping her cheek on one hand, quietly watching Ye Xuan as he entered a state of enlightenment.

"The Sky-Mending Technique involves the domain of time—it's the hardest to cultivate."

"Back then, that holy maiden of the Butian Sect had decent talent, and it still took her three full years just to barely grasp the basics."

"This kid may have the Chaos Heavy Pupils, but he's still young and lacks experience."

"It should take at least ten days or half a month, right?"

Ao Tong silently estimated the time in her mind.

She could take this chance to catch up on her beauty sleep, or perhaps refine her own Dao techniques.