Chapter 415: All Within the Realm Are

Appearing in the living room, Xu Xing immediately saw Chi Jiuyu bustling before the coffee table.

On the table sat two cups of spiritual liquid condensed from pure Qi, their rims wreathed in a thin mist, while she held a wine jar and carefully poured into the liquid.

But she strictly controlled the amount, adding only a tiny bit.

Though the wine was merely pale red, the moment it dripped into the spiritual liquid, it instantly spread, turning the entire cup into a blazing, fiery gold.

"Huh~"

After setting down the wine jar and sealing it, she turned—and froze, trembling all over.

"Si Su! Xiao Zao!"

She too was bruised and swollen, but her injuries appeared lighter than Zhao Ruohan's.

Yet her eyebrows were burned off, her hair cut to ear-length, and both front teeth broken halfway, making her look like a braised egg—when she smiled, her blackened stumps showed, comically absurd.

"Si Su! You fat thing!"

With her broken teeth, her speech was airy and oddly amusing.

"Your look…" Xu Xing scanned her, unable to suppress a laugh, "is quite interesting."

Huh?

Her appearance was clearly funnier!

No!

She suddenly realized.

Master Uncle, you're mocking me!

Just as she opened her mouth to rebuke him, Zhao Ruohan spoke first:

"Didn't you ask the Sword Sovereign to restore your injuries either?"

No wonder she was his rival—he'd thought of this too.

Huh?

Chi Jiuyu looked utterly bewildered.

What even is this?

She'd asked her master to heal her injuries, but he'd scowled and told her to keep them, to fully reflect on what she'd learned from the battle.

That's just forcing herself to suffer needlessly!

She, Jiuyu Hehuan Hehuan Laozu, was invincible—among her peers, who could beat her?!

She protested fiercely, but to no avail—her master eventually just kicked her out.

/(tot)/~~

Ah, now she finally understood!

It was all this little Zhao's fault!

"That's right!" Chi Jiuyu declared solemnly, "Shame spurs vigor—I used so many moves to defeat you, I must work even harder."

Her voice had returned to normal.

She'd copied Zhao Ruohan, using mental resonance to vibrate the air.

So Master Uncle wouldn't laugh at her!

"Though you're strong, I won't keep losing to you—not just in the Xian Sect Grand Competition, but when we both become sect leaders, we'll still compete!"

Chi Jiuyu paused, then planted one foot on the coffee table, hands behind her back, gazing at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle: "A defeated swordsman cannot be my rival—even if you strive with all your might, you'll only see an insurmountable abyss…"

Thwack!

"Master Uncle, you hit me again!" Chi Jiuyu shouted, clutching the back of her head.

That was her carefully adapted line from the Spirit Net—she'd worked so hard on it, and he wouldn't even let her finish!

"Sorry, couldn't help it," Xu Xing said coolly.

This damn fish really knows how to act—burned into a braised egg and still putting on airs.

Zhao Ruohan: "..."

Chi Jiuyu mumbled a few more words, then quickly forgot it—minor setbacks couldn't shake her invincible Jiuyu Hehuan Hehuan Laozu heart!

She immediately beamed and called out: "Come on, come on! This is the wine Master Uncle brought me!"

This little Zhao was quite impressive, spoke in fascinating ways, and held correct thoughts.

Though there'd been a tiny misunderstanding before, the fight had fully resolved it.

Zhao Ruohan looked up at Xu Xing, then hobbled over on her broken leg.

"Master Uncle, would you like a cup?"

"No," Xu Xing shook his head slightly, "you two drink."

"Oh, then can you help me heal my…"

Before she finished, she realized Xu Xing was gone. Huh??

He's left again?

…

…

Sword Sovereign Hall.

"Sister, when will you restore Jiuyu's injuries?"

In the flickering torchlight of the cultivation hall, Bie Xuening sat opposite Xu Xing.

After leaving Chi Jiuyu's cave, he'd come here.

"In two more days—let her learn a lesson."

Mainly because this unruly disciple was too much of a brat.

She always traveled alone, but I didn't expect she'd get along so well with Hong Zun's daughter.

That unruly disciple has always been lively and energetic.

!

Whether the youngest Soul Transformation in history, or the most legendary record among the younger generation.

Behind all this lies countless life-or-death crises and ceaseless cultivation day and night.

Since she began cultivation, she has had almost no time to rest.

It wasn't until she reached Nascent Soul perfection, after the Xian Sect Grand Assembly, when she went to Xuanjian City to retrieve Xu Xing from his seclusion, that she finally had her first true 'rest'.

The gap between Soul Transformation and Return to Void is vast—it cannot be achieved in a short time.

Bie Xuening no longer plans to assign her any trials; everything will be left to her own discretion.

Though a bit mischievous, this first account has been cultivated; now it's time for the second account.

She wasted a year falling outside Tai Xuan Realm; after the Dengxian Sect Grand Assembly, we must quickly make up for the young disciple.

"Let's not speak of that." Bie Xuening looked at Xu Xing. "What world did your brother choose?"

"This one."

Xu Xing opened his palm, and a marble-sized Xuanxiang Realm floated above it.

"This realm is called Xuanxiang Realm, profoundly influenced by Xuan."

…… Bie Xuening gazed at the frozen things within and shook her head slightly. "Indeed cruel. Ninety percent of the cultivators inside have lost any possibility of merging with the Dao."

Cultivation is walking the path one has cultivated within oneself.

The Merger with the Dao requires severing all clutter and clearly comprehending one's own Dao.

Rely on the Dao, borrow the world, contemplate chaos.

The clearer one's own Dao, the easier the Merger with the Dao—how could one allow another's corrupted path to taint one's own body?

Those who have used others' cultivated paths stand almost no chance of merging with the Dao.

Even the most inferior mortal has a thousand times greater chance of merging with the Dao than they do.

"After all, it was left by Xuan. All he sought was to quickly plant 'anchor points.'" Xu Xing said.

Xuan would have lost his mind to leave behind a true method allowing humanity to merge with the Dao.

Gazing at the frozen things within, he sighed: "He even attempted the Transformation of the Vast—so much so that even the world itself was inevitably affected."

That Mu Yong was a reborn soul born under the world's own impetus.

His purpose should have been to prevent all this from happening.

But Xuan's methods were so exquisite—even after ceasing to pay attention, his residual influence still altered everything.

It directly caused the destined one, who should have changed all this, to wholeheartedly pursue the Transformation of the Vast Ritual, seeking to fully transform into a Cang race being.

In short, ninety percent of the cultivators in this world, which Xuan used as a testing ground, are no longer truly human.

Nor do they belong to the Cang race.

More accurately, they are 'half-Cang.' (End of Chapter)