The Second Origin Art Fang Yi had mentioned was actually a stripped-down version of the Great Origin Technique.
He had been pondering how to strengthen the backbone of the Dao Sect for some time.
Simplifying the Great Origin Technique was one of his attempts. Drawing on the cultivation methods of the Tianxuan Continent, he had sketched out a concept and worked out some of the key points.
Then he had thrown it to Ying Xuanzi to study. Old Man Ying had come through and actually worked it out.
Fang Yi took it and looked it over. The approach was viable, but no one had tried cultivating it yet. They would only discover its problems through cultivation.
"That's good, then. If we want to suppress the Yuan Sect, we can't rely on ourselves alone. The backbone of the sect needs to keep up too."
Ying Xuanzi nodded. He suddenly recalled the moment he had seen Reincarnation Seals flash across Ying Huanhuan's and Jiang Yinyin's foreheads at the same time.
He couldn't help asking, "There won't be any problems with Ying Huanhuan and Jiang Yinyin interacting, will there? Could there be some connection between them in their past lives?"
Only he and Fang Yi knew that Ying Huanhuan was a reincarnator. Fang Yi had noticed something special about Ying Huanhuan when he was a child.
Fang Yi had gone out of his way to ask Ying Xuanzi about it. Ying Xuanzi knew Fang Yi was naturally bright, so he hadn't hidden it from him, only telling him that the matter must remain between father and son.
"There probably is, but there's no need to worry too much. No matter how she changes, she'll still be Huanhuan."
Fang Yi had yet to reveal that Ying Huanhuan was the reincarnation of the Ice Master. There was no hurry. As for the two women, there was naturally a connection between them.
In their past lives, one had been the eldest senior sister, the other the youngest junior sister.
Now, Ying Huanhuan had become the senior sister, while Jiang Yinyin was the junior sister.
"That's true. Go cultivate."
Ying Xuanzi was about to turn back to the bamboo house when Fang Yi called out to him.
"Old man, give me some resources, will you?"
"Aren't the four Pill Rivers yours to use as you please? That's still not enough?"
"Uh, maybe not. Mainly because the other disciples need to cultivate too. I'm planning to cultivate with Profound Origin Pills."
Ying Xuanzi looked at Fang Yi. "You brat, you're not planning to fleece me, are you? I know you're impressive, but you want to cultivate with Profound Origin Pills when you're only at Four Yuan Nirvana?"
The way Ying Xuanzi looked at Fang Yi now, it was as though his own father-swindling son was planning to swindle him out of his coffin money.
Fang Yi remained silent and offered no explanation. Instead, a wisp of black light appeared in his palm.
Ying Xuanzi frowned at the sight of it. "You gained this insight from Fellow Daoist Black Eyes?"
"Mm, so cultivating with Profound Origin Pills should be possible."
"All right, I'll have someone send you a batch. Don't overdo it. And the things you needed, like the killing aura from battlefields, have piled up recently. I kept some for a few elders to try later."
"Take the rest and use it to cultivate."
Fang Yi's eyes lit up. With that, his Second Origin should be taken care of. He nodded. "Thanks, Dad!"
"You..."
Hearing Fang Yi's words, Ying Xuanzi was angered despite all his years of cultivating his composure.
When there was something to gain, he was Dad; when there wasn't, he was the old man. Ying Xuanzi waved a hand and snapped, "Get lost, now!"
Before Fang Yi could react, a gentle but immense force blasted him away, turning him into a streak of light.
In midair, Fang Yi hurriedly steadied himself and resumed his ethereal appearance, like an exiled immortal and Dao Child.
"Such a temper? I'll make the old man some loofah soup when I have time!"
Fang Yi shook his head and thought it over. He hadn't said anything wrong just now, had he? He had even thanked him properly.
Alas.
It seemed that bringing up Senior Brother Zhou Tong had indeed put the old man in quite a temper. But there was someone else in quite a temper now.
He immediately turned into a streak of light and flew toward one of the towering peaks. Moments later, he landed in front of the hall on the peak and walked inside.
He had barely entered when he heard a voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, well, if it isn't our Dao Sect's young sect master, Dao Child Fang Yi?"
"What brings you to my humble little place?"
Fang Yi rubbed his nose.
There was a little trick to this: don't explain, change tactics instead. He smiled. "Huanhuan, I saw an accessory while I was out. The moment I laid eyes on it, I knew this bracelet would suit you!"
A bracelet made from some unknown silver material appeared in his hand. It sparkled purely like the stars, glowing softly in the light.
Carrying the bracelet, he walked in and saw Ying Huanhuan glaring at him with her arms crossed, puffed up with anger. She pursed her lips. "What bracelet? I don't want it."
"But I think it would look lovely on you." Fang Yi held out the bracelet, his tone tinged with regret.
Ying Huanhuan looked at Fang Yi's handsome face, tinged with regret, and much of her anger inexplicably faded. If only this fellow had never grown up.
He would have followed behind her, obediently calling her Sister Huanhuan.
Just like when they were little, whenever he found something fun, she would be the first person he thought of.
Now that he had grown up, he was handsome and strong, but he no longer belonged only to her. Uh, at least two-thirds of him belonged to her.
One-third belonged to her older sister.
"Let me see?" Ying Huanhuan held out her jade hand.
A trace of delight appeared on Fang Yi's face as he handed it to Ying Huanhuan. "I spent a long time picking this out."
"Good taste. Put it on me."
Ying Huanhuan glanced at it. It was indeed pretty, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She held out her exquisitely crafted hand, revealing her smooth wrist.
Fang Yi put it on her.
Ying Huanhuan's most beautiful features were her hands, truly so exquisite they outshone nature itself, dazzling to behold.
With the bracelet, they gained another touch of beauty.
Seeing Ying Huanhuan smile again, Fang Yi thought this little ancestor really was easy to appease. But the other one wouldn't be so easy.
"What did you go out to do?"
Ying Huanhuan shook her wrist. It looked quite nice.
Hearing Ying Huanhuan's question, Fang Yi knew he definitely couldn't hide Ling Qingzhu from her. She had long known how he felt about Ling Qingzhu.
But he couldn't mention anything too intimate. Instead, he had to emphasize that he had done it to obtain the Supreme Induction Art.
He glossed over the less important parts, the little details like leaving Ling Qingzhu the Five Emperor Great Demon Seal and smacking her backside.
Instead, he focused on how he had left a means behind in order to obtain the Supreme Induction Art.
A glimmer of light flashed through Ying Huanhuan's beautiful eyes.
"You mean you know the Supreme Induction Art now?"
"I know part of it. Once I've improved it, I'll teach it to you and Xiaoxiao."
Fang Yi smiled. This was the art of speaking.
"All right. Oh, go see my sister. She hasn't been in a very good mood lately."
Another little tip: he absolutely must not leave at a time like this.
Fang Yi stretched. "I've been running around outside for so long. I'll rest here with you first."
"No, go back to your own hall and rest!" Ying Huanhuan's pretty face flushed red, and she tried to push Fang Yi out of the hall.
The three of them had originally lived together, but after Dad noticed how she and her sister felt,
he had said men and women should maintain their distance and made Fang Yi move out. Of course, he wasn't very far away, but they certainly weren't as close as when they had lived together.
But how could Ying Huanhuan possibly move Fang Yi?
Fang Yi rarely displayed his physical strength, but everyone who understood the value of the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo understood.
His physical toughness was even more outrageous than the Great Emperor Stirrer's.
One could only say that his Origin Energy cultivation was merely the first layer Fang Yi had revealed, his Mental Energy was the second, and his physical body was the third.
Of course, he also had trump cards such as precious techniques and the Heart Demon Scripture. How could anyone survive out in the world without seven or eight trump cards?