The Mo Clan's Birthday Banquet

The next day.

Inside the room.

Xiao Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, feeling the Dou Qi within him grow steadily fuller. With every breath, his meridians expanded and contracted like waves, rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

A milky-white haze surrounded him. As he breathed, it circulated through his organs and along his meridians.

This was True Qi. He could now draw a little from the world on his own. The amount was still pitiful, but it was enough to set the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts in motion. With each cycle of the Fourth Transformation,

he could feel his body and soul grow stronger.

His Soul Perception had now surpassed the level of a seventh-tier alchemist.

That was why he had never sought a technique to strengthen his soul. The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts were a melting pot: by cultivating one art, he cultivated countless others.

As he practiced it, his Dou Qi, soul power, and physical strength all increased together. He had even taken up True Qi cultivation along the way. Not bad at all.

Xiao Yan slowly opened his eyes and breathed out.

He glanced at Xiao Yi Xian, fast asleep beside him. They had reunited only last night and done nothing beyond that. He had used the Netherworld Poison Flame to reinforce her Seal and fed her a few poisonous Fire Beads. Then she had refused to leave his room and pestered him into drinking with her. But she was a lightweight; after a few sips, her eyelids had drooped and she had fallen asleep.

She had taken off her outer clothes and lay curled up against the inside of the bed in her underclothes, covered by his quilt. Her fair ears were still faintly red. The wine must not have worn off yet.

Cai Lin had