Battle Through the Heavens, Reborn as Xiao Yan's Sister

Chapter 13 Medicine Dust
early morning,

Xiao Yan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his hands forming a strange hand seal in front of him. His chest rose and fell slightly, forming a perfect cycle with each breath. As his breath circulated, a faint white stream of air flowed through his mouth and nose, entering his body and nourishing his bones and flesh.

Slowly exhaling a breath of stale air from his chest, the boy blinked his bright eyes, then suddenly stood up.

"Sis! I did it again!"

Xiao Yan said with a hint of wild joy,
In the past, the battle qi he cultivated would disappear into thin air, but now it has been genuinely refined.

"Um…"

far away,

Xiao Yue nodded perfunctorily, completely indifferent. At this moment, she was holding a black, antique ring, examining it thoughtfully.

Last night,

She specifically asked her mother about the origin of the ring. Her mother found it by the river when she was a child. There was nothing special about it. However, she wore it out of curiosity when she was a child, and wore it for decades. Then last year, when Xiao Yan broke through to the Dou Zhe level, she gave the ring to him.

"This thing seems to be able to absorb battle energy..."

Xiao Yue stroked her chin.

The mother, Liu Yan, was unable to cultivate Dou Qi, so she wore it on her body for decades without any problems. However, when the host became Xiao Yan, who was able to cultivate, this thing started causing trouble.

"Ok?"

suddenly,

Xiao Yue's crimson eyes narrowed slightly.
Just now,

She felt a gaze upon her, very close, almost within arm's reach!

As the saying goes, "The cicadas sense the autumn wind before it blows."

Over the years, Xiao Yue has relied on her amazing sixth sense to be able to know her surroundings perfectly even with her eyes closed. Even the expert who was secretly protecting Xun'er could not escape her perception.

"Looks like there's something dirty here..."

Xiao Yue chuckled softly.
next moment,
Her blood-red eyes suddenly turned murderous, and a chilling, sharp aura rose from her entire body.

"Roar!"

at the same time,

Without warning, a massive tiger pounced out from behind Xiao Yue, accompanied by a deafening roar. Its snow-white fur flowed like flames, and its silver stripes extended menacingly, exuding boundless power.

Observe its image, comprehend the divine, and solidify your martial spirit!
The White Tiger visualization I've practiced day and night for years is finally coming in handy.
As Xiao Yue's martial arts soul manifested, the powerful soul pressure caused Xiao Yan's face to turn pale, and then he felt a tightness in his chest.

"A ghost?"

Xiao Yue's brows furrowed slightly.

At this moment, not far in front of her, a jet-black, ancient ring was floating. What surprised her most was that above the ring, a transparent, old man's figure was floating.

"Damn it, there's a ghost!"

Xiao Yan, standing some distance away, was completely bewildered and couldn't help but shout out loud. Having lived two lives, this was the first time he had ever seen a ghost—in broad daylight!

and,

The thought of this ghost unknowingly absorbing his "yang energy" for an entire year sent a chill down Xiao Yan's spine. The old man floating in mid-air rolled his eyes at Xiao Yan's shouts, glancing disdainfully at the disheveled Xiao Yan in the wind. He thought to himself, "How could my new host be this thing? Even the little girl who found me by the river before me is worse!"
"Old man, what do you have to say?"

Xiao Yue asked with great interest,
Although it was her first time seeing a ghost, she wasn't panicked at all; instead, she was quite curious.

As the saying goes:
The White Tiger commands gods and ghosts, a fierce deity of the year! It sweeps across vast distances and roams freely throughout the eight directions! It is the nemesis of evil spirits; what are these mere ghosts and demons worth mentioning?
"Ahem, little girl, do you... want to become stronger? Do you want to be respected by others?" The old man stroked his long, transparent beard and said with a mysterious and enticing expression.

"Old man, are you afraid of death? If you are, then what are you pretending for in front of me?"

Xiao Yue smiled with narrowed eyes and spoke frankly, while the gaze of the ferocious tiger martial spirit phantom behind her gradually became dangerous.

Hearing this,

The old man remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Young lady, let's make a deal. Could you retract the illusory image of that ancient ferocious tiger behind you...?"

It might be a little embarrassing to say,
As the dignified Medicine Venerable, he actually wanted to put on airs and appear as a mysterious master, but looking at his own weak soul form and then at the ferocious tiger phantom behind the other party, his intuition told him that he really couldn't continue pretending now, or the consequences would be unpredictable.
His once-proud soul talent was now being completely suppressed by his opponent.
Therefore,
Just like Xiao Yan back then, he wisely chose to follow his heart when faced with the choice between being tough and stubborn.

……

……

……

The old man's name was Yao Chen.
She claims to be the number one alchemist on the mainland. Well, that remains to be verified; she's never heard of it.

Its appearance was quite good; it wore a white robe with flowing sleeves, had an aged face, and appeared exceptionally kind. Its deep eyes exuded wisdom that could not be concealed despite its age, as if it had experienced many vicissitudes.

Under Xiao Yue's pressure and coercion, the other party also confessed everything about himself.

but,

This old man seems a bit unreliable; he's exaggerating to the extreme.

What does it look like?
I began cultivating Battle Qi at the age of five, became a Battle Master at ten, unparalleled in my generation, a Battle Master at thirteen, a Great Battle Master at fifteen, a Battle Spirit at seventeen, a Battle King at twenty, a Battle Emperor at thirty, a Battle Sect Master before forty, and a Battle Venerable at sixty, reaching the peak of Battle Saint, becoming the number one alchemist on the continent, and was described as never being inferior to anyone in my life, and so on.

Xiao Yue and Xiao Yan, the siblings, expressed their doubts about this.
After all, the autobiographies of XX that they read in the library were all written in a similar way.

This is a direct copy; it's not exactly the same, but it's certainly very similar, perhaps even nine-tenths.

...

"Old man, the story is well-written, but it lacks originality! Also, the ending, where a Dou Zun powerhouse is ambushed by his disciple, is just too lame! It doesn't fit the standard formula of a YY autobiography!" Xiao Yan sat on the grass, cracking sunflower seeds as he commented.

"Yeah, that's really stupid..."

Xiao Yue sat cross-legged on the chair, flipping through the book in her hand, and nodded calmly.

Yao Chen: "..."

Looking at the indifferent expressions of the siblings, I thought to myself, "Damn it, why don't you give me some kind of reaction!"
to be frank,
Yao Chen was deeply hurt. In all his years, he had never felt so speechless.

These days, nobody believes the truth anymore...

"In any case, I see that you two siblings are exceptionally talented, and I wish to take you both as my disciples. What do you think?" the old man said.

"Having a Dou Zun as a master is indeed quite good, but unfortunately, I cannot cultivate Dou Qi, so becoming a disciple is useless..." Xiao Yue continued to flip through the book in her hand, speaking calmly as always.

(End of this chapter)