On the sixth day of his secluded training.
Xia Xi changed his approach.
Since all Breathing Styles originated from a single starting point, and he happened to have seen the breathing progenitor use that sun-like Breathing Style in a cutscene.
Then why not try tracing them back to their source?
He would no longer use any existing Breathing Style as a template to piece together improvements.
Instead, he would use their commonalities as clues, working backward to reconstruct that [original breath].
As she had thought, her master's origins were extraordinary, perhaps far more impressive than she had guessed... but what did it matter?
Her brother had said the jade pendant had fallen from the highest heavens, so it must have been something from above. Could gods truly exist in this world?
But the more widespread account was that Qian Yunli's engagement to Jing Chen had made many girls jealous. They had deliberately ambushed her on her way home, intending to kill her, but had instead blinded her in both eyes.
They had thought Qian Yunli would say something imposing and lay down some conditions, but she ended up proposing a condition with no appeal whatsoever.
Wasn't this the haughty one who had been itching to trade blows with her? How could they have the nerve to sleep in her arms, drooling everywhere?
Hearing this, Chu Yun shook his head gently. If things really were as Cang Yunzi had said, then the people of the Nether God Hall were far too mysterious.
Afterward, Mo Ling seemed possessed. She transplanted the laurel into soil suited only to growing extremely yin datura flowers, even going so far as to bring soil from Dixiang to keep the laurel alive.
The formation of a pill spirit required tremendous good fortune, and they only appeared in