[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take":3,"chapter-if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-chapter-90":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","If You Will Not Reject Me, I Wish to Bow and Take You as My Adoptive Father",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2276817,4454,"Chapter 90: Kunpeng Transformation: The Awakening of Comprehension","if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-chapter-90",90,"\u003Cp>Dinner was rather meager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven or eight fist-sized white buns, and a large bowl of mixed stew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu suspected Zi Ying had scooped it straight from the garbage tub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when she began eating, she noticed carefully: the chicken pieces and pork bones had no tooth marks or gnawing traces, the dishes were neatly arranged, only the variety was mixed—meat and vegetables, salty and sweet, all piled together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one advantage was ample oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shu State already had oil-pressing techniques. In fact, in the Sands, Xiao Yu had devised a crude method to press plant oil: she’d forage in the wild for edible, oily nuts or seeds, roast them, then wrap them in layers of hemp cloth and pound them with heavy pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But few Sand Barbarians in the Sands could even get plant oil, or received only tiny portions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the oil consumption at Hongxiu Courtyard was nearly one-third of what a restaurant in her past life used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh, still need to work harder!” Xiao Yu put down her chopsticks and sighed. “Not to mention anything else—if I could be as illustrious as Jin Lian, with my own private kitchen, a chef and maidservants to serve me, at least eating and bathing would be far easier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So how do you plan to work harder? Work harder at taking clients?” Hong Qu sneered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu shook her head. “I’d like to, but Liu Gugu advised me to be more reserved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, just showing my face is enough to let Tianmen Town know there’s someone called ‘Yu Fengxian.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m only eleven. Too young. I won’t be ready to stand on my own until I’m sixteen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Qu fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I can work harder to improve myself.” Xiao Yu stood up. “What are you doing tonight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What activity? It’s past Xushih already—why aren’t you resting?” Hong Qu said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xushih was only eight in the evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu had slept too long; she felt not the slightest hint of drowsiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You sleep first. I’m used to practicing a bit at night. And don’t disturb me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu had many martial arts she wanted to practice: Hu Po Seven Kill, Feng Yin Treasure Mirror, the killing techniques of all her “daddies”—Xu Dahao and others—and four secret manuals: Ghost Shadow Grasping Hands, Stringed Butterfly Steps, Iron Armor Divine Fist, Flying Star Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more importantly, the internal breath method of Xiong Long Gong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt an urge to immediately locate qi points and meridians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And most crucially: what did “Kunpeng Transformation” mean? What effect had it had on her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh, it’s refined, all right—but the courtyard was already small, and now there’s not even a patch of open ground.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu walked around the courtyard, delighted by the elegant, exquisitely crafted garden, yet saddened by how little open space remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, she understood this was the style of a Chinese courtyard: a scene every three steps, compact and refined, every detail a sight to be admired, endlessly enjoyable without ever growing tiresome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, this pond doesn’t seem to be stagnant water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pond lay beneath the grape arbor, three or four meters long and wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the day, Xiao Yu hadn’t looked closely; she’d assumed it was a stagnant pond requiring frequent manual irrigation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, under the moon, stars sparse, she walked to the edge—and smelled no foul odor, only a faint, fresh scent like a mountain lake or spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight filtered through grape leaves, dappling the water’s surface, revealing it crystal clear—she could see tiny golden carp gazing at the moon, exhaling bubbles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu circled the pond, then reached out to touch it—and indeed, felt a current flowing beneath a crack in the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fascinating, fascinating~~” Xiao Yu laughed happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s fascinating?” Hong Qu asked, leaning against the doorframe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This pond has flowing water—it must connect via pipes to the Qingshui River outside the wall.” Xiao Yu said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that obvious? If it were stagnant, stinking water, no one would live here—not even a lonely ghost or wild fox would come near.” Hong Qu dismissed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh, I underestimated the wisdom of southerners.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Qu’s expression twisted—how dare you, an uncivilized northern Sand Barbarian, look down on “Little China”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you taking off your clothes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it’s flowing water, of course I’m going to bathe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu quickly shed her outer robe, wearing only a small belly wrap and shorts as she stepped into the pond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—This was the feeling. Not a dream. “Kunpeng Transformation” truly meant real, tangible changes within her!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the water rose past her waist, Xiao Yu immediately sensed her body’s transformation: she felt profound kinship with water, and water submitted utterly to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She vaguely understood: water was a haven; water would never harm her again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if it’s flowing water, the pond has golden carp—bathing here will surely leave a muddy stench,” Hong Qu frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think I’m bathing? I’m cultivating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Xiao Yu finished speaking, she dove under the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Hong Qu’s voice come: “What cultivation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered. She watched for a full incense stick’s time, and not a single bubble broke the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Qu grew worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She snapped a branch from a weeping cypress beside her and poked it into the water, prodding the snowy-white patch beneath—the small of Xiao Yu’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Splash!” Water erupted. Xiao Yu surfaced, furious: “I was almost successfully activating my spirit points! Why did you interrupt me? You ruined my opportunity—what are you trying to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as she sank beneath the water, every pore of her body sighed in bliss, and her mind suddenly became ten times sharper and more alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu had never experienced enlightenment before—but she knew this state was enlightenment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately “saw” the meridians within her body—the internal breath map of Xiong Long Gong—and as her thoughts shifted, countless insights into the Dao scriptures flooded her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daodejing she’d recently read, even the several versions of the Huangting Jing she’d skimmed, suddenly became simple and clear. Lines of scripture seemed alive, like qi, spontaneously gathering into a vast current.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—This was Dao Qi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu gained sudden clarity and began guiding Dao Qi to activate meridians—the Dao Qi flowed along the Xiong Long Gong internal breath map, and wherever it passed, warm heat arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat gathered into a stream—that was the first thread of internal qi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a comfort beyond words; Xiao Yu truly felt the joy of cultivating the Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a ripple stirred her tranquil heart-mind, and she was jolted awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Qu was poking her spine with a cypress branch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her anger was fiercer than morning grumpiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve been underwater for a full incense stick! I thought something happened to you,” Hong Qu said, utterly confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She meant well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To a martial artist, is an incense stick long?” Xiao Yu remained angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you have no internal qi—you don’t know internal breathing. An incense stick is very long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, Hong Qu added: “Normal people can’t last even a quarter of an incense stick. I treated you like a martial artist, waiting a full incense stick before coming to check on you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An incense stick was about half an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Qu’s words were reasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know what a ‘Sand Barbarian’ is? A Sand Barbarian is someone who can live submerged in the Liusha River for a lifetime! If the Liusha River had no spirits, I could cross it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonsense! I’m not a Sand Barbarian, but have I never seen one?” Hong Qu sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m too lazy to argue with you.” Xiao Yu dove back under the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she was stunned: her “enlightenment” had just been broken, and she’d been restless—but as soon as she sank beneath the water, “enlightenment” resumed instantly, her heart-mind calming again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the scripture passages in her mind once again formed a steady flow of “Dao Qi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the scriptures she’d only glanced at once now returned clearly to memory, and she gained profound insights, each insight transforming into fine threads of Dao Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the Dao Qi converged into a roaring torrent. Wherever it flowed, the “meridians” of Xiong Long Gong lit up one by one: warming, generating threads of heat, which entwined into streams, following the Xiong Long Gong internal breath map, completing a grand cycle, finally returning to the “dantian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internal qi had formed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu opened her eyes underwater—filled with elation and confusion: this wasn’t “enlightenment” at all—it was a “passive skill,” a new innate spiritual ability!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This new ability stemmed from “Kunpeng Transformation,” tied to wisdom and comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an enormous blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kunpeng Wisdom” must be countless times more valuable than Sword Bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Dao Qi wasn’t just for cultivating Xiong Long Gong—immortal cultivation needed Dao Qi even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why, after Sword Bone shattered, did a new ability emerge? Why did her soul undergo Kunpeng Transformation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew her origins clearly: her father was pure Sand Barbarian; her mother, though unknown in status, was also a Sand Barbarian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many Sand Barbarians in the Sands had seen her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She came from another Sand Barbarian tribe—or perhaps had no tribe at all, a wandering wild Sand Barbarian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, her parents’ pure Sand Barbarian lineage was undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So my ability to stay underwater for long periods, to thrive without breathing air—it was all due to my special bloodline.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu’s elation faded, leaving a faint unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know why—but deep in her soul, she sensed “Kunpeng Transformation” signaled a crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I must never reveal this new ability. No one must know about ‘Kunpeng Soul Transformation.’ Sword Bone may be broken, but it still retains some divine traces—after all, I took the Bone Transformation Pill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All my unusual traits, my outstanding talent and comprehension, must be attributed to the shattered Sword Bone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh, in the end, Sword Bone must bear all the blame,” Xiao Yu smiled bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Thank goodness for Sword Bone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword Bone was indeed powerful, but its greatest effect on her seemed to be concealing her purple mansion and “Kunpeng Transformation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm~~” Beneath the grape arbor, Hong Qu widened her eyes, bent over, and circled the pond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an illusion! The palm-sized golden-scaled carp in the pond all avoided Xiao Yu’s center, clinging tightly to the stone walls, their eyes wide with terror, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Yu had not left the water after sinking beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wondered what kind of cultivation she was practicing, and how long she could hold her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, Hongqu noticed that the carp in the pond were acting strangely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They not only stayed far from the center of the pond, but seemed utterly terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary people could not read emotions in a fish’s eyes, but Hongqu’s Sword Heart was crystal clear, her spiritual perception extraordinary, naturally attuned to the Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If she had just entered the water and startled the carp, that would be normal. But so much time has passed—the surface has long been still, and she’s remained submerged like a stone—why are the carp still so frightened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hongqu felt puzzled, yet she did not poke Xiao Yu again with the branch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the sound of the night watchman’s drum echoed from the alley outside the wall, Hongqu herself began to feel drowsy, and finally stood up to return to her bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hongqu was awakened by the piercing sword hum that tore through the air above her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang clang clang~~~ whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~~ hiss hiss hiss~~~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded as if a hurricane had swept over the roof, yet delicate strands of warm sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows and fell upon the quilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She put on her clothes and shoes, but saw no one inside the house or in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the sword hum came from the roof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped back to the courtyard gate and looked up at the roof of the small pavilion, where a pale yellow figure darted and flickered along the narrow ridge, frost-edged blades howling, sword qi coiling like a dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amazing swordplay!” Hongqu blurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only were the sword techniques swift and sharp, and the footwork ethereal and light, but the key was “spirit and form united”—each movement carried spirit and qi, as if the forms had come alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hongqu felt she was not watching a person practice swordplay, but seeing the swordmaster on the roof playing with countless “little spirits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These “little spirits” were all manifestations born from the sword techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were roaring giants, others were arms wielding axes, masked assassins, wind spirits with human heads and bodies, giant nets, and—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All manner of forms, too numerous to take in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Swish, swish, swish!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young swordmaster on the roof leapt high—over two zhang into the air—stepped upon the hanging cypress leaves, and landed beside her like a spirit of the wind: light, yet astonishingly swift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My swordplay is quite good, isn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the awe in Hongqu’s eyes—even the crust of sleep couldn’t hide it—Xiao Yu smiled brilliantly, her eyes like shining stars.\u003C\u002Fp>",2168,"2026-06-20T00:29:13.334Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1bb4ea25004117dc6f3e85784dada357d7a79be9e79d99a35696ecd804dfa680","if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-chapter-91","if-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-chapter-89",840,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fif-you-will-not-reject-me-i-wish-to-bow-and-take-cover.jpg"]