Chapter 1068: Huang Yan

The Great Refining Life and Death Method is a body‑refining cultivation art; that's not wrong, but it isn't a pure body‑refining art—it melts all things into one's own body, making the body as strong as possible.

In short, it can melt anything—weapons, spiritual medicines, heavenly treasures—anything that can be refined; each refined treasure strengthens the body further.

The early stage is tough; the first step is the most painful, requiring one to endure inhuman agony—each refinement brings extreme pain, because it's a forcible overhaul of the body, not a gradual change.

It's suited to Huang Yan because it was crafted according to his temperament; this disciple is strong enough to bear pain ordinary people cannot, after all he is my founding disciple, so I naturally put thought into it.

Chen Chuyang can't let his senior disciple become utterly useless—how else would he… get by in Tianwai?

This newly created technique now has a rough outline; in the later stages Huang Yan must comprehend and create it himself—I only devised the early‑ and middle‑phase methods, not the later ones, solely for Huang Yan's benefit.

How one's path proceeds must be decided by oneself, not by me.

Once he decides, Huang Yan's future will be just that.

Full of uncertainty, and that's actually good.

Qinglong Daoren gazed at this technique and felt moved.

"What a deviant art—it even moves me. Too bad I've already cultivated the Azure Dragon Classic; I can't learn this human technique. Still, I can extract its principles, take the part that suits me, and remake it into my own divine ability."

The Azure Dragon Clan's body‑refining isn't strong either; it's far stronger than ordinary demonic beasts, yet still can't stand unrivaled under heaven.

Qinglong Daoren wants to forge a powerful physique to serve as the foundation of his rise; a demonic beast's foundation is its flesh, which bears everything.

He knows this well—demonic beasts and humans differ.

To a large extent it's just that the flesh differs; if we refine the body again, wouldn't that be…?

Thinking this, Qinglong Daoren's breathing quickened; he still needed to create a divine ability suited to himself.

The urgent task is to help Huang Yan choose, so he… can complete his cultivation.

I estimate Huang Yan can't wait any longer either.

Indeed, after several soakings in the medicinal liquid, Huang Yan's body recovered a little, but far short of what he wanted; he still can't cultivate, which is his worry—what if he never can cultivate again?

He's unwilling yet afraid to ask Elder Xinran, for asking would be useless—she isn't his master and can't decide.

As he worried, Huang Yan saw Qinglong Daoren emerge, leapt from the pit, and cried anxiously, "Master, how is it?"

He knew Qinglong Daoren was creating a technique for him, but he didn't know the details.

He certainly knew creating a technique isn't easy and wouldn't finish so quickly, yet he was very anxious.

He wished to start cultivating immediately, then succeed and return for revenge.

However, reality gave him a slap, snapping him to attention.

Elder Xinran was also curious, asking, "Daoist Qinglong, how's the progress? Do you need my help?"

Qinglong Daoren smiled, "The technique has been created—just…"

Huang Yan, hearing this, was overjoyed—having a technique means he can cultivate.

"Master, you say—what are the conditions? I'll do anything I can."

Elder Xinran stared at Qinglong Daoren in astonishment, "You're not fooling us, are you? You've only just… created a brand‑new technique?"

Is that possible?

Even grasping a divine ability would take more than a month or two.

"The technique is finished—it's just hard to cultivate, and once set, it can't be changed."

Qinglong Daoren looked at Huang Yan and asked, "Are you sure?"

Huang Yan firmly replied, "Master, I will not regret it."

He has no choice; not doing this is a dead end.

These days of medicinal baths have preserved his vitality and a portion of his origin, preventing his body from quickly withering and dying.

His bodily functions have partially recovered; Huang Yan sees this, and now is the right time to cultivate.

If he can no longer cultivate, he will likely weaken progressively thereafter.

"Here's the technique—think it over yourself."

Qinglong Daoren pointed a finger at his forehead, transmitting the technique.

Huang Yan stood frozen, his body trembling.

Elder Xinran approached, curious, "What exactly is this new technique you created?"

Qinglong Daoren turned and asked, "Do you want to know?"

Elder Xinran nodded, "Of course I want to know—no kidding."

Qinglong Daoren said, "Showing you is fine—just…"

The technique he painstakingly created—how could he easily show it to her?

Elder Xinran frowned, "What do you want?"

"Pills—she has none; her pills were given by Qinglong Daoren."

"Treasures—she has none; compared to Qinglong Daoren's, they aren't even worth trash."

"Spiritual artifacts—needless to say, Qinglong Daoren can forge his own."

"What could she have that Qinglong Daoren—or Chen Chuyang—would value?"

Qinglong Daoren glanced at her, smiling narrowly, "It's not me who wants it—it's the main body's intention."

Then he moved his lips, sending a mental transmission to the woman before him.

After hearing it, Elder Xinran raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at Qinglong Daoren before her.

She wasn't angry, nor blushing, nor had any other thought—she simply stared intently.

Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, Qinglong Daoren hurriedly explained, "It's not my intention; don't look at me like that—I'm merely helping the main body convey his will. If you have something to say, tell him directly, don't bother me."

Elder Xinran composed herself and said flatly, "Are you sure?"

Qinglong Daoren blinked, looking at the woman before him—no anger, no sword drawn; his attitude was very strange.

Very strange.

Confirmed.

Qinglong Daoren nodded and said: "The main body thinks so, but if you are unwilling, I'll still show you the cultivation method."

Xinran Zhanglao nodded and said: "Sure."

"What?" Qinglong Daoren exclaimed in shock: "You actually agreed?"

Xinran Zhanglao brushed her hair, smiled and said: "Exactly, it's just a kiss, no big deal. When Chen Chuyang arrives in Tianwai, I can fulfill my promise."

It seemed as if she were talking about something trivial, her attitude very relaxed.

Actually, she was nervous to death inside.

Qinglong Daoren kept looking back and forth at Xinran Zhanglao; after several glances he finally realized he himself was the clown.

He thought Xinran Zhanglao would directly draw her sword and slash him, but in the end, nothing happened; what he feared did not occur.

This woman actually agreed.

This is too strange.