Soul Power Cultivation Enlightenment, Mortal Realm Low Grade

"What...?" Xiao Lin felt as though he had awoken from a dream. Hadn't he been gravely wounded while besieged by his enemies, on the verge of death?

Why did his body feel stronger than before?

"Father, your injuries..." Xiao Zhan reached out and felt over Xiao Lin's body, then said with immense excitement, "They're healed. Completely healed."

The Xiao Clan's three great elders were utterly stunned. What was going on? Their clan head had been barely clinging to life moments ago, yet he had now recovered completely!

Not only were they dumbfounded—even Yao Lao was stunned.

He had not taught Xiao Yan any alchemy at all, yet this little fellow had somehow tinkered with the Xiao Clan's medical books and created such an astonishing pill.

At his peak, Yao Lao could have refined a medicinal pill capable of healing Xiao Lin's injuries with ease.

But how many alchemists of his caliber existed across the entire Dou Qi Continent?

The pills Xiao Yan made might have been produced through ordinary methods. As long as a physician had the materials, they could easily make them.

Only a select few could enjoy Yao Lao's exquisite medicinal pills, while the pills Xiao Yan made could be administered to countless people far more easily.

Compared this way, the difference between the two was like heaven and earth.

After all, no matter how good something was, if no one could use it, it would ultimately remain a legend kept out of reach.

The things Xiao Yan made were simply more practical.

Having learned of Xiao Yan's talent in medicine, Yao Lao grew even more eager to see just what heights this genius disciple of his would reach under the guidance of the continent's number one alchemist.

Having sat up, Xiao Lin showed no joy over the recovery of his injuries. Instead, his eyes were filled with contemplation.

Life's great rises and falls could always change a person's mindset, especially since he had just walked through the gates of death.

Over the years, the Xiao Clan had grown increasingly powerful with him, a Dou Wang expert, at its helm.

But in the process, the enemies they had provoked had also grown increasingly powerful.

This time, he had only managed to kill his enemy at the cost of severe injuries.

But next time, if his opponent won, then once they recovered their strength, the Xiao Clan would likely face utter destruction without him, its foremost expert.

For a clan to prosper, it needed not only outstanding descendants, but also a powerful expert standing guard in the rear, capable of turning the tide for the Xiao Clan.

At that moment, Xiao Lin considered passing his position on to Xiao Zhan and entering seclusion to cultivate diligently.

"It was the effect of that white pill!"

An excited shout snapped everyone out of their shock and drew all eyes toward its source.

Han Lao stroked his beard as he looked at Xiao Yan, who was being held in Qin Yueyao's arms.

"I thought this little fellow had merely wasted all the medicinal ingredients he took from the medicine room. Who would have thought that he had quietly made such a miraculous medicine, one capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bare bones!"

"I really am old!" Han Lao said with a smile, shaking his head.

The three great elders also recalled the pill Xiao Yan had taken out, and their six aged eyes gleamed as they looked at him.

Who could avoid being injured in battle? With such a miraculous medicine in hand, it would be like having an extra life!

The First Elder rubbed his hands together and looked at Qin Yueyao with a fawning smile. "I wonder how many of these miraculous pills little Xiao Yan has made? If he could give us old fellows a few hundred, our Xiao Clan would soon be able to expand beyond Wutan City."

A few hundred? Did they think they were food? Xiao Yan rolled his eyes and pressed his head into his mother's beautiful hair.

He had worked so hard for so long, yet had only managed to make a single pill.

Did they really think miraculous medicine could be blown in on the wind?

Qin Yueyao patted Xiao Yan in her arms and looked helplessly at the others with a bitter smile. "This little fellow seems to have fallen asleep."

How could he fall asleep at a time like this? The Xiao Clan was about to undergo earth-shaking changes.

The First Elder wanted Qin Yueyao to wake Xiao Yan, but he could not bring himself to say it outright. He did not wish to disturb the great contributor who had just rendered such a service to the Xiao Clan, and sweat formed on his forehead from anxiety.

Xiao Lin said in a deep voice, "The smell of blood is too strong here. It is no good for a child. Yueyao, take Yan'er back to rest first."

With Xiao Lin having spoken, the three elders could only temporarily suppress the longing in their hearts.

Qin Yueyao nodded slightly, then rose and left the room.

After leaving Xiao Lin's courtyard, Qin Yueyao stretched out a slender finger and poked Xiao Yan's little face. "I never expected you, little fellow, to quietly make something of that level!"

"And you're quite clever too. You knew to pretend to sleep to avoid those old fellows asking for medicine. Just as expected of my, Qin Yueyao's, son!"

Xiao Yan tightened his arms around Qin Yueyao's neck, but did not open his eyes, maintaining the appearance of being deeply asleep.

Unable to tell whether Xiao Yan was pretending, Qin Yueyao could only take him back to their residence.

Lying on the bed, Xiao Yan calmed his mind and entered enlightenment on a method of soul cultivation.

Now that he had saved both his mother and grandfather, it was time to focus on cultivation.

Soul power increased as one grew older and achieved breakthroughs in strength.

However, given Xiao Yan's age and his level of Dou Qi, the increases brought about by either were negligible.

Yet the reason heaven-defying comprehension was called heaven-defying was because of its power to perceive the whole from the smallest details.

From the fall of a single leaf, one knew autumn had come; from the birth of spring, one saw winter's end.

No matter how powerful a cultivation art, Dou Technique, or secret art was, it had all been created by someone.

With his heaven-defying comprehension, Xiao Yan possessed the ability to create such things.

[Based on the minute growth of your soul power as you grew, as well as the increase in soul power during Dou Qi breakthroughs, after many days of study, you entered enlightenment and comprehended the Mortal Realm Low Grade Purple Palace Heavenly Evolution Art.]

[Mortal Realm Low Grade Purple Palace Heavenly Evolution Art: A beginner soul power cultivation method, suitable for those whose soul power is below the Mortal Realm Low Grade. Those with Mortal Realm Low Grade soul power or above will see greatly reduced effects from cultivating it.]

Success! Xiao Yan was immensely excited.

As time passed, cultivation arts for soul power had become exceedingly rare throughout the Dou Qi Continent.

Those who still possessed soul power cultivation arts were all incomparably powerful behemoths of the Dou Qi Continent.

In this remote corner of the Dou Qi Continent, he already possessed and had begun cultivating a soul power cultivation art at the age of four. Unknowingly, he had almost surpassed everyone on the Dou Qi Continent.

Soul power cultivation arts were obscure and difficult to understand. How could ordinary children possibly cultivate them?

Even among great factions, though they possessed such cultivation arts, it was difficult to have members of their clans begin cultivating at the age of four.

Having just comprehended a soul power cultivation art, Xiao Yan naturally began cultivating the Purple Palace Heavenly Evolution Art at once.

The soul power gathered at Xiao Yan's brow began to slowly rotate on its own. Faintly, a numb, tingling sensation spread outward from between his brows.

Then, Xiao Yan sensed an unusual suction force emanating from between his brows.