Little Blue Bottle, Not a Little Green Bottle!

Mittel City was one of the largest cities in the Jia Ma Empire.

Perhaps it could not compare to the prosperity of the imperial capital, but for the Mittel Clan, known for its commerce among the three great clans of the Jia Ma Empire, Mittel City was irreplaceable, even by a hundred capitals.

This was simply because Mittel City was the ancestral home of the Mittel Clan. Long ago, before the Mittel Clan had risen to prominence, their ancestors had lived and multiplied here.

As the influence of the Mittel Clan continued to grow, devouring and encroaching upon others, Mittel City eventually became the private property of the Mittel Clan.

Hundreds of years had passed, and the original name of this city had long been forgotten by the world.

It was the end of another year, and most of the high-ranking members of the Mittel Clan had returned to their ancestral home to observe the cultivation progress of the younger generation over the past year.

More than a decade ago, the Supreme Elder of the Mittel Clan, the former top ten expert of the Jia Ma Empire—the Ice Emperor Hai Bodong—had suddenly vanished without a trace, causing the Mittel Clan to lose the protection of this Dou Emperor and their strength to plummet.

Fortunately, the clan head Teng Shan had done his best to manage things, and he himself was a Dou King.

Thus, although the Mittel Clan, having lost its Dou Emperor, could no longer stand on equal footing with behemoths like the Cloud Sect or the Imperial Clan, it was still not something others could easily manipulate.

The collapse of the three-way balance of power had caused the conflict between the two behemoths, the Imperial Clan and the Cloud Sect, to become increasingly acute in recent years.

Many factions within the empire were able to play both sides, and the Mittel Clan's commercial map had even expanded significantly compared to before.

But Teng Shan knew very well that this was only temporary; no one knew when the patience of those two behemoths would reach its limit.

Without a Dou Emperor to hold the fort, the Mittel Clan would likely be unable to stay out of the fray.

The squinting-eyed Teng Shan lowered his brows unconsciously, feeling a bit of resentment in his heart:

Old Hai, where on earth did you go? You didn't even leave us a message...

"Wu Yan, two-star Dou Practitioner!"

"Hmm~"

This announcement caused Teng Shan's squinting eyes to open slightly, his gaze lingering on the young man walking away from the Magic Stone Stele.

He had some impression of this child; he came from a branch of a branch of the Mittel Clan.

The kind that wouldn't even be implicated if the entire clan were executed.

But this little guy's talent was too stunning; at eleven years old, he had already reached the ninth stage of Dou Qi, and the clan's high-ranking members had brought his entire family back to the ancestral home directly.

"If I remember correctly, this child has been back for less than a year, right?"

"Eight and a half months, Clan Head."

After receiving the accurate answer, Teng Shan's eyelids closed once more, making it impossible to see the thoughts hidden in his eyes.

Eight and a half months, from the ninth stage of Dou Qi to a two-star Dou Practitioner...

After testing his cultivation, Wu Yan returned to the side of his parents in this life amidst the envious and amazed gazes of many clansmen.

"Yan, you did well."

Wu Yan's father, Wu Qiang, patted his son's shoulder, a proud smile hanging on his face.

After the ceremony ended, he went off to exchange parenting tips at the invitation of the surrounding clansmen.

"Don't mind your father, let's go back and eat."

Wu Yan's mother, Mittel Linghua, pulled her eldest son and younger daughter toward their residence, which was also their new home.

It was a very spacious courtyard, enough for their family of four to live in.

More than half an hour later, Wu Qiang returned with the gifts the clansmen had given him.

Linghua was preparing a sumptuous lunch in the kitchen, and the entire courtyard was filled with an atmosphere of happiness.

In this environment, Wu Yan, who had lived two lives, softened his expression quite a bit, teasing his younger sister, Wu Yue, who had just learned to walk.

Originally just a family in a remote small town, they had been brought back by the main clan—who they had no connection to—because of their gifted son, allowing the family to cross social classes.

Having just displayed his talent in front of the clan's high-ranking members, all of this was worth a good celebration for their family.

The couple was naturally satisfied with this eldest son, who had a solitary personality.

Although they felt the child was a bit introverted, his talent was enough to cover up these unimportant things.

Returning to his room, Wu Yan adjusted his thoughts.

What no one knew was that, in addition to his identity as a reincarnator, deep within his soul, there was a small water-blue bottle that only he could see.

Wu Yan picked up a cup of water, and as the cup touched his lips, a drop of emerald-green liquid flowed out from the finger-sized blue bottle.

It entered Wu Yan's mouth along with the water in the cup, passing through his throat as he swallowed it.

Having entered a state of cultivation, Wu Yan, as a Dou Practitioner, could clearly feel his meridians being nourished and widened by a vibrant, incredibly gentle energy.

Now only twelve years old, Wu Yan's meridians were not as fragile as those of his peers. Even the meridians of some adults could not compare to the width and toughness of his.

This was mainly due to his Companion Spirit Item—the Little Blue Bottle.

In the year Wu Yan turned ten, he discovered the existence of the Little Blue Bottle.

After two years of exploration, Wu Yan had already figured out some of the functions of this little blue bottle.

The first function, which Wu Yan called "Extraction."

Placing medicinal herbs into the Little Blue Bottle and waiting for a period of time would yield the medicinal liquid of those herbs, which possessed the exact same properties as the plants themselves.

Perhaps because the extraction performed by the Little Blue Bottle was so pure, the efficacy of this liquid was even better than consuming the raw herbs directly.

Another function of the Little Blue Bottle was related to the source of that emerald-green liquid.

Magic Cores.

That was correct; it was the well-known Magic Core, which contained energy so incredibly violent that humans could not consume it directly at all.

Perhaps due to the nature of Wu Yan's Companion Spirit Item, the Little Blue Bottle could convert the violent energy within a Magic Core into an energy liquid that Wu Yan could consume directly.

According to the conclusions Wu Yan reached through personal experimentation, the energy liquid converted from a Wood-Attribute Magic Core was beneficial to his growth and development, with the effects on his meridians being particularly significant.

Wu Yan had not yet experimented with Magic Cores of other attributes for many reasons.

First, having lived two lifetimes, Wu Yan firmly believed that his Little Blue Bottle must never be revealed to anyone else, especially while he was in a weak state.

Even his own parents... Wu Yan did not want to gamble.

He was not an alchemist, so why would he need to purchase so many Magic Cores?

To attract attention?

Second, there was the same issue: he was too weak right now and could not afford any trouble; maintaining the status quo was perfectly fine.

The energy liquid converted from a single Rank 1 Wood-Attribute Magic Core was enough to last Wu Yan a long time. At his current rate of using two or three drops a day, it was enough to last him half a year.

The energy liquid converted from a Wood-Attribute Magic Core was also the most helpful to Wu Yan at his current stage.

He was still very young, only twelve years old, which was the prime time for laying a foundation. Using the Wood-Attribute Effect Energy Liquid to consolidate his body was absolutely the right move.

After all, Wu Yan was currently leaning on the great tree of the Mittel Clan, and he was even in the ancestral lands of the Mittel Clan, so there was no need to rush.