Forced Cultivation

Huh, Eldest Brother broke through?

Jiang Wan was held in Zixiang's arms in surprise. When she turned her head, she saw the disbelief on Jiang Yao's face.

She silently rolled her eyes. At that moment, little Liuhuo came running over, followed by a young man with snow-white hair and beard, handsome features, and the same baby fat as Liuhuo.

Jiang Wan still knew very few people in the Myriad Talisman Sect and had never seen this white-haired young man before.

Little Liuhuo ran over, panting as he braced his hands on his knees.

"I just went to find my brother. Senior Brother Chuzhou actually broke through?"

Fairy Xueyun looked toward the white-haired young man dressed in white. "True Person Nanchen."

True Person Nanchen curled his lips, a trace of roguish amusement at the corner of his mouth. With both hands tucked into his sleeves, he sauntered over carelessly and swept a glance across everyone present.

His gaze landed on Nangong Shuyin, his eyes traveling over her from head to toe.

"Tut, how did he break through without a Pure Yin Body?

Since he's already broken through, it seems the Pure Yin Body is no longer of any use to him. I'll stand guard here. If Fairy Xueyun has matters to attend to, go handle them!"

Fairy Xueyun cupped her hands in thanks. Looking at True Lord Tonghua and Nangong Shuyin, her brows relaxed, and her face clearly showed several degrees more ease.

She made an inviting gesture. "You two, let's continue in the front hall."

Before leaving, she did not forget to tell Zixiang, "Take her back."

Zixiang bowed respectfully and was about to carry Jiang Wan away, but Jiang Wan looked curiously at the white-haired young man before her.

The system had not given any prompt. Could it be that there was nothing to harvest from him?

"Wait. Leave that child behind. You can go!"

Jiang Wan was left behind, staring at True Person Nanchen, who somewhat resembled little Liuhuo, utterly confused.

He looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, did he?

True Person Nanchen studied Jiang Wan curiously, then reached out and lifted her up.

Jiang Wan thought, What is wrong with these people? Even if I'm small, they can't just keep picking me up like this. Can't they hold me properly?

Just as she was thinking that, he pulled her into his arms.

Her little hands pressed against the young man's chest. His chest muscles felt rather nice—wait, wasn't True Person Nanchen supposed to guard her older brother's breakthrough? Why was he holding her?

[Talisman Immortal Nanchen was a man, yet he possessed only a Water Spirit Root. Men belonged to yang, but his Water Spirit Root threw the yin and yang within his body out of balance. He had been frailer than others since birth and had even nearly been subjected to Cultivation Absorption by another man. Your father saved him and brought the two brothers into the Talisman Sect.

Using all his essence blood as a catalyst, Talisman Immortal Nanchen refined himself into a talisman treasure. During the Demon Slaying War, he approached you and self-destructed, intending to perish with you, yet he only injured you slightly. Now that his Avatar has appeared, it is also here to self-destruct and kill you.

Mission: Prevent Talisman Immortal Nanchen's Avatar from self-destructing.]

Jiang Wan wriggled her little body in the arms of this Talisman Immortal Nanchen.

Where did he look like he was about to self-destruct? He clearly just wanted to hold her.

"I want down."

Nan Chen held her in his arms. Seeing her squirming like a little meatball, he pressed down on her struggling body, lowered his head, and glanced sideways at her.

"Don't move. Be good and let me hold you. I'll give you Candied Hawthorn."

As he spoke, he really did take out a skewer of Candied Hawthorn—strawberries, hawthorn berries, and tomatoes. The spirit fruits of this Cultivation World were really something, even more advanced than Blue Star!

Forget it, she would finish the Candied Hawthorn before getting down.

Jiang Yao, who had left with Fairy Xueyun, saw this scene from afar and furrowed her little brows.

Little Liuhuo stared longingly at the sugar-coated hawthorn skewer in Jiang Wan's hand, drooling. Yet he still kept a stern little face as he said to True Person Nanchen,

"Brother, if Junior Sister eats too much Candied Hawthorn, she'll get cavities. I should help her eat it instead!"

Jiang Wan stared in disbelief at the little guy reaching for the Candied Hawthorn in her hand. So this was the kind of Senior Brother he was.

"No!"

With that, she bit off half of one and stuffed it into her mouth.

"It has my saliva on it now. Senior Brother can't eat it. It's dirty."

Nan Chen smiled as he looked at his younger brother, then took out a straw target covered in sugar-coated hawthorn skewers and handed it to him.

"Take it and eat slowly."

Jiang Wan was dumbfounded. You really were blood brothers—when it came to Candied Hawthorn, you gave it by the armful!

Was little Liuhuo's baby fat all eaten into existence this way? Watching the little fellow, not even as tall as a table, run away holding the straw target covered in Candied Hawthorn—

Hey, you were abandoning your Junior Sister?

Hmph, cultivators were not afraid of cavities. Spiritual power could restore them.

"Crunch." She took another bite of Candied Hawthorn, her little head working hard on how to complete the mission.

True Person Nanchen sat cross-legged in the courtyard, Jiang Wan in his arms. It was not an illusion—whenever he held Jiang Wan, the yin and yang within him reached a point of balance, allowing his cultivation to rise automatically even without practice.

He did not know why, and Jiang Wan only knew how to eat Candied Hawthorn. In truth, the Chaos Bead that had just formed in her dantian was naturally capable of balancing yin and yang.

Since she did not understand these things, she naturally would not know to conceal it. If the Chaos Bead had not hidden itself inside her dantian, she would likely have drawn the scramble of every great power in the Cultivation World by now.

Jiang Wan thought hard about the mission. After finishing one skewer of Candied Hawthorn, she simply asked directly,

"True Person Nanchen, if you faced a very powerful opponent and couldn't defeat them, would you self-destruct and perish together with them?"

True Person Nanchen let out a scornful laugh. "Of course not. If I can't beat them, can't I run?

My life is so precious. No matter who the opponent is, they are not worthy of making me self-destruct and perish alongside them.

The same goes for you, little one. No matter what happens in the future, staying alive is the most important thing."

Jiang Wan nodded, feeling that he made sense.

Seeing that the little doll in his arms had calmed down, True Person Nanchen smiled and set her beside him. He took out a meditation cushion for her to sit on and reminded her,

"Hurry and cultivate while your Eldest Brother is advancing. The spiritual energy around here is surging, so seize the chance."

[Mission completed.

Talisman Immortal Nanchen's Avatar came intending to self-destruct and perish together with you. Through reason and emotion, after exhausting your tongue, you finally persuaded him to abandon the thought of self-destruction.

Mission reward: Wind Chasing Boots.]

Jiang Wan looked at the pair of white knee-high boots, each with two little wings at the back. They were rather conspicuous, to say the least.

True Person Nanchen discovered that even putting the little girl beside him worked. What exactly was on this little girl that could balance the yin and yang within his body?

Jiang Wan was only at the Qi Refining Second Layer. After cultivating for a while, she could no longer sit still. She looked up at True Person Nanchen and saw that he remained utterly motionless in meditation. Jiang Wan stood on her short little legs and slowly shuffled outward.

Then a strand of spiritual power dragged her back.

"Cultivate properly. In two months, you will be going to the Great Myriad Sect to cultivate. If your cultivation is too low then, you'll be easily bullied.

In previous years, only children above ten went. Now, those from three to seven are in one class, and those from seven to twelve are in another.

You're such a tiny little thing. Once you go, you'll be at the very bottom. Why not take this chance to cultivate more?"

Jiang Wan was wrapped around the waist by spiritual power and lifted back onto the meditation cushion. She was completely dumbfounded. Little class, big class—she had come to the Cultivation World and still had to attend school? Still had to be sent to daycare?

What if the memories of her death suddenly came crashing down on her? Better to just lie flat first!

True Person Nanchen glanced at the little fellow sprawled across the meditation cushion and shook his head.

Behind him, spiritual energy gathered inside the room. A day later, Jiang Wan was still being pinned to the meditation cushion to cultivate. The key was that she had not eaten.

Fortunately, there were chicken legs in the Storage Bag. One person, one cat, and one turtle sat in a row on their meditation cushions from largest to smallest, each gnawing on a chicken leg.

Jiang Wan was so bored that she could not sit still any longer. She turned to look at True Person Nanchen.

"Pretty brother, I need to go to the toilet."

At three years old, she was still at the age when pee and poop could strike at any time. What had she been put through?