"This kind of thing cannot be seen or touched, but it can allow a Soul Master to break through its own limits and become a level 100 god, thus gaining a lot of lifespan."
Speaking of this, Ling Yuan's tone suddenly became lighter, with a sense of self-deprecation:
"My Ling Yuan's talent and strength are average. Now, with your help, my husband, I can only reach level ninety-nine."
"If nothing unexpected happens, I, Ling Yuan, will only be able to stay at this level for the rest of my life."
"However, if I have the help of the power of faith, maybe I can break through those shackles and become a god who has exceeded level 100."
"The improvement brought by the power of faith is too vain." Zhao Linchuan held Ling Yuan's waist and brought her closer to him.
"In a few days, my husband will use the power of starlight to baptize your body. By then you will be able to break through the bottleneck of level 100."
"It doesn't matter to me whether it's frivolous or not."
Ling Yuan said in a relieved tone, with a calm color in his voice:
"My talent is not good to begin with. If I hadn't 'seducated' you, my husband, I'm afraid I would still be struggling at the Soul Douluo level."
"I have become indifferent to the pursuit of strength. I don't ask for anything else. As long as I can stay with you for a while longer, I will be satisfied."
"What did you say?"
Zhao Linchuan heard this and gently picked Ling Yuan's chin. He held her chin with his fingertips and asked her to raise her head slightly.
"I am your husband, and whatever I say is what I say."
"If you dare to disobey me, I will serve you according to the family law."
"Don't! I was wrong!" Ling Yuan's tone suddenly tightened when he heard the word "family law".
Zhao Linchuan's "family law" is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting.
If this happened, she would not be able to raise her head in front of Zhao Linchuan other women for at least half a year. This would be more uncomfortable for her than if she suddenly stopped while being drilled.
"It's good that you know you were wrong." Zhao Linchuan said to Ling Yuan in a fake tone, then slowly hugged her and stood up, "Since you know you were wrong, then come back with me and be punished."
"Wait, we can't do it now!" Although Ling Yuan wanted to go back and "get punished," he said insincerely, "Sister Jing Ni is in retreat, and I have to be responsible for delivering lunch to A-Yan."
"A-Yan is currently practicing Yin-Yang Arts in the back mountain. As soon as you bother me, it will take me a few hours to start. By the time you finish, A-Yan will probably cry from hunger."
"It doesn't matter."
Zhao Linchuan kept walking after hearing this. He had already walked around the table with her in his arms and walked towards the palace door:
"I will pause for a while, and then go with you to deliver lunch to A-Yan, and check her homework by the way."
"No!" Ling Yuan shook his head when he heard this, and shrank his whole body, "You will become particularly fierce every time after the halftime timeout... I'm afraid..."
The time comes to noon.
Zhao Linchuan and Ling Yuan came to the back mountain carrying food boxes.
At this moment, A-Yan has just finished his homework and is squatting by the pool under the waterfall to wash his face.
The little girl dipped her two little hands into the cold pool water, picked up a clear spring and splashed it on her face. The water droplets slid down her pink cheeks and wetted the hair on her forehead and her collar.
"Dad?" Hearing the footsteps, A-Yan subconsciously looked up and his big black eyes lit up instantly.
She straightened up immediately, without even bothering to wipe the water from her face, and quickly rushed towards Zhao Linchuan.
"Dad! Why are you here!" A-Yan hugged Zhao Linchuan's thigh with all his strength, rubbing his little head against it, his voice full of joy.
"Daddy misses you." Zhao Linchuan bent down slightly, held A-Yan with both hands, and then gently lifted her up to hold her firmly.
He scratched A-Yan's little nose and said with a smile, "Are you hungry? Daddy has prepared lunch for you."
"Hungry!" A-Yan responded in a clear voice.
She stretched out her hand and grabbed Zhao Linchuan's collar, and said in an expectant tone, "Daddy, would you like to have lunch with A-Yan? A-Yan hasn't seen dad for a long time, and I want to have lunch with him."
"Okay, of course." Zhao Linchuan carried A-Yan and walked to the stone bench aside and sat down.
He gently placed A-Yan on the stone bench, leaving a distance just enough for a food box to be placed between the father and daughter.
Zhao Linchuan turned sideways, reached out and took the food box handed over by Ling Yuan, and opened it layer by layer.
"A-Yan, today I have your favorite First Snow Hibiscus. You must eat more."
Zhao Linchuan brought out the dessert that was still Sisi cold.
It was a Snow Lotus soup, crystal clear, dotted with a few red wolfberries, like a few red agates falling on the snow.
"Wow! Daddy, how did you know that A-Yan wants to eat First Snow Hibiscus!"
A-Yan laughed happily, then lowered his body and sat cross-legged on the stone bench, placing his two small hands on his knees neatly, waiting for the meal to be served.
"Daddy!"
A-Yan looked at Zhao Linchuan and took out all the food he loved, and said with bright eyes:
"A-Yan don't let daddy work in vain. After A-Yan has lunch later, A-Yan will show daddy the results of his recent cultivation!"
"Okay!" Zhao Linchuan responded with a doting tone. He touched A-Yan's little head and said with a smile, "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."
"Dad, you eat first." Although A-Yan was already very hungry, he picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and carefully handed it to Zhao Linchuan's mouth.
Her other hand was held up under the chopsticks, fearing that the vegetable juice would drip onto her father's clothes.
Ling Yuan stood aside, watching this scene quietly, and couldn't help but sigh, "If I can have such a daughter in the future, I will have no regrets even if I die..."
About half an hour later.
A-Yan, who was full after eating, showed Zhao Linchuan one by one the results of his cultivation during this period.
The little girl jumped down from the stone bench, first lifted the wooden Supreme Ease Golden Edge, and performed a set of sword skills in a stylish manner.
Then she put down her wooden sword, formed a seal with her hands, and began to demonstrate Yin-Yang Arts.
The faint blue Soul Power rose from her small palm and condensed into a slowly rotating lotus in the air.
Finally, she demonstrated the method Xiaomeng taught her.
The little girl sat cross-legged on a flat rock, clasping her hands, and a faint golden halo appeared around her body.
From swordsmanship to Yin-Yang Arts, and from Yin-Yang Arts to Daoism, A-Yan demonstrated all the things that her aunts taught her.
It is no exaggeration to say that A-Yan is the most amazing woman in the world right now.
Even if the total of Yan Fei and Yue Shen in their youth were far inferior to A-Yan.
After all, A-Yan was trained by them personally, and they are better than their masters.