Morning's Attack

The long night stretched on, so the old man simply began meditating.

Feng Hao crawled into the sleeping bag Wang Xian had prepared for him, too excited to fall asleep for ages.

This was something the young master and Wang Xian used to sleep in. At most, he had stood guard by the young master's side. He'd never imagined that one day he'd have one of his own. It was unbelievable.

A single Rejuvenation Pill gradually healed the little fellow's injuries, and his face was no longer pale.

Gradually, even his breathing grew much steadier.

Seeing Feng Hao recover so well, Wang Xian wore a relieved smile.

After all, he was an alchemist of Azure Cloud Mountain, trained by a great cultivator of Azure Cloud Mountain. Even after returning to the lower realm, he couldn't tarnish his teacher's reputation.

He added firewood to the brazier, then ruffled Feng Hao's hair with a smile.

"Looks like you'll be fully recovered in less than ten days."

A flicker of gratitude crossed Feng Hao's eyes. "I owe you and the old man this time. Otherwise, I'd probably have kicked the bucket."

Then he realized something didn't add up and asked, "Wang Xian, why can't I transform anymore?"

Wang Xian paused, then smiled as if a thought had occurred to him. "You really are an idiot. This is a small world. Just taking human form is no small feat. If you want to transform, you'll have to train like your life depends on it."

"Huh?"

Feng Hao was astonished. He couldn't help asking, "Are there really immortals in the heavens?"

"What do you think?"

Wang Xian smiled faintly. "Think about where I went during the years I was gone... You'll understand. Once we've dealt with Hu Keke's troubles, I'll explain it all to you."