Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Monster Mountain Range.

Xiao Yan was dressed in a black outfit, with a dark black Xuan Heavy Ruler on his shoulder, its body engraved with fine, ancient patterns.

Although the ruler was heavy, Xiao Yan's steps were steady.

As he moved sideways and leaped, the battle qi of a fourth-level fighter flowed slowly through his meridians, precisely avoiding the loose rocks.

Xiao Yan's purpose in doing this was to temper the Xuanzhong Ruler in his hand and hone his foundation in ruler techniques.

After all, the Flame Dividing Wave Ruler, personally taught by the old master, is a low-level Earth-rank combat skill, far superior to ordinary Yellow-rank combat skills.

Without a solid foundation in ruler-based techniques, forcing oneself to practice will only harm oneself.

He found an open stone platform, slammed the Xuanzhong Ruler down on the ground, and with a muffled thud, the stones tumbled down.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his Dou Qi flowed into the Xuan Heavy Ruler like a stream.

The ruler trembled slightly, revealing a faint dark sheen.

The boy let out a low shout, and swung the Xuanzhong Ruler in a wide arc, creating a whistling sound, as he cleaved it toward a boulder half the height of a person in front of him.

"Bang!"

The ruler collided with the boulder, scattering sparks. The boulder cracked open with a grotesque fissure, while Xiao Yan's arm went slightly numb from the recoil.

Without pausing, he flicked his wrist, and the Xuanzhong Ruler drew a smooth arc, sweeping horizontally, slashing diagonally, and chopping vertically.

Each move is simple and unadorned, yet it carries the power of countless hours of practice.

Sweat trickled down his jawline, dripping onto the scorching stone surface, where it instantly evaporated into a wisp of white smoke.

"Not bad, you've mastered both the power and the composure of the ruler technique. After another half month of practice, I can formally teach you the core techniques of the Flame Dividing Wave Ruler."

In his mind, the old doctor's voice carried a hint of approval.

Xiao Yan grinned, wiped the sweat from his forehead, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

The trials and tribulations of these three years have tempered him, making him shed his former impetuousness.

After resting for a while, Xiao Yan shouldered the Xuan Heavy Ruler and continued walking deeper into the mountains.

From time to time, several first-tier magical beasts, such as fanged rats and iron-haired rabbits, would dart out from the bushes along the way. These were all weak creatures.

Xiao Yan handled the situation with ease. With a light wave of his Xuan Heavy Ruler, he swatted away a fanged rat that pounced at him, and the aftershock of his battle qi knocked it unconscious on the spot.

He also had another purpose for this trip: to collect medicinal herbs.

Although Yao Lao was temporarily residing in the ring, he had no intention of taking any shortcuts in teaching Xiao Yan how to refine medicine.

This made Xiao Yan's foundation in alchemy even more solid.

Along the mountain path, Xiao Yan carefully identified the herbs, deftly putting each green-leaf grass and dew-collecting flower into the cloth bag on his back.

Although these medicinal herbs are not particularly rare, they are essential for refining low-level pills. Accumulating them little by little can solve an urgent problem.

As they ventured deeper into the forest, the surrounding trees grew increasingly dense, with towering ancient trees blocking out the sun. Sunlight could only filter through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled patterns of light.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of earth and vegetation, and the occasional roar of a monster added to the danger of the forest.

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Deep within the Warcraft Mountains lies a valley where streams murmur, birds sing, and flowers bloom—a stark contrast to the dangers of the outside world.

Lin Yao sat cross-legged on a smooth blue stone, his eyes slightly closed, dressed in white robes as white as snow, surrounded by a faint aura of battle qi.

His breathing was long and steady, and with each exhale, wisps of spiritual energy from heaven and earth flowed into his body, merging with his own fighting spirit.

Within his mind, his understanding of power surged like a tidal wave.

Cultivation systems from all the heavens and myriad worlds converged and collided here, and he dismantled, integrated, and deduced them in a way that ordinary people could not imagine.

"Hmm... the meridian circulation method of the Dou Qi system and the spiritual energy circulation of the world where spiritual energy has been revived have quite a few similarities..."

Lin Yao murmured softly.

"If I can integrate the two, my strength will definitely reach a new level."

Beside him, Qingyue sat cross-legged. The girl wore a light blue dress, her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, and her tender little face was full of seriousness.

Her hands were forming cultivation hand seals, and the battle qi within her body flowed slowly through her meridians like a gentle stream, striving towards the realm of Battle Spirit.

Occasionally, when her battle qi circulation becomes sluggish, she furrows her brow, bites her lower lip, and adjusts the direction of her battle qi little by little.

Sensing the peaceful aura emanating from Lin Yao beside her, the girl's mind calmed down, and a sense of relief appeared in her eyes.

Since following Lin Yao, Qingyue has gotten used to having him protect her.

In her heart, her brother was the strongest person in the world. With him around, she didn't have to be afraid even if the sky fell.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yao suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

"They're here."

He spoke softly, his voice calm and even, yet carrying a sense of profound understanding.

Almost the instant he finished speaking, a clear sound of footsteps came from the mountain path outside the valley.

The footsteps were steady and powerful, carrying the unique heavy texture of the Xuanzhong Ruler, gradually becoming clearer as they approached.

Lin Yao looked up and saw a figure in black slowly walking into the valley.

The boy carried a heavy, dark ruler on his shoulder. Although he was somewhat thin, he exuded a composure that was beyond his years.

His face was angular and his brows were resolute; he was none other than Xiao Yan, who had ventured deep into the Monster Mountain Range.

As soon as Xiao Yan stepped into the valley, he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

This valley was so quiet that even the chirping of insects and birds had disappeared.

He subconsciously stopped in his tracks, gripped the Xuanzhong Ruler on his shoulder, and instantly boosted his Dou Qi to its peak as a fourth-level Dou Zhe, scanning his surroundings warily.

When his gaze fell on the bluestone not far away, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out from his forehead.

There were two people sitting there.

A man in white and a girl in green sat quietly on the blue stone, seemingly one with the valley.

If the man hadn't just looked up, Xiao Yan wouldn't have noticed their presence at all.

"Such impressive concealment techniques..."

Xiao Yan's heart skipped a beat, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He asked himself, with the keen senses honed over three years, even ordinary Dou Shi realm experts would find it difficult to escape his detection.

But the two people in front of him seemed to appear out of thin air, and he was only surprised when they showed themselves to him.

If this person had tried to launch a sneak attack, wouldn't I have had no chance to react?

Xiao Yan's heart sank suddenly, and his hand gripping the Xuan Heavy Ruler tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white.

Meanwhile, in his mind, the spirit of the old man was stirring up a storm.

"This...this kid's mental strength is that strong?"

The old doctor's voice sounded somewhat shocked.

"Judging from his aura, he is only about the same age as Xiao Yanzi, yet his spiritual power is so astonishing, far surpassing those top geniuses in Zhongzhou."

"Under my unnoticed circumstances, this person's spiritual power managed to evade my detection, without even the slightest fluctuation..."

The old man's soul fluctuated violently within the ring, his gaze fixed on Lin Yao on the blue stone, his heart filled with turbulent waves.

"Based on my perception, this person's spiritual power is probably only half a step away from the Spirit Rank."

Spiritual power at the Spiritual Rank!

That's the realm that low-level alchemists dream of, comparable to a Dou Zun powerhouse. Many alchemy geniuses are stuck at this level.

What alarmed Yao Lao even more was that he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation level.

Lin Yao's aura was peaceful and calm, as if he existed in harmony with heaven and earth, but Yao Lao could feel an unfathomable pressure from that seemingly calm aura.

It was a kind of awe that came from the depths of his soul, which made even this former eighth-grade alchemist and Dou Zun powerhouse feel apprehensive.

"A Dou Huang... at least a Dou Huang level expert, and he also has other trump cards, otherwise a mere Dou Huang would make me wary."

The old doctor's voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"Just who is this kid? How could such a terrifying figure appear in a remote place like Qingshan Town?"

Battle Emperor.

Upon hearing Yao Lao's whisper, Xiao Yan ignored many other topics and caught what he considered to be the most crucial words. His pupils dilated suddenly, and his gaze towards Lin Yao was instantly filled with shock.

Such a young Dou Huang powerhouse is someone who can dominate the Jia Ma Empire.

The Yunlan Sect's power stems from the support of a Douhuang-level expert.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of him, who looked exactly like himself, possessed such strength.

However, despite his shock, Xiao Yan did not back down in the slightest.

Three years of humiliation and hardship had forged his will into an unyielding one.

Even if the other party is a Dou Huang powerhouse, Xiao Yan will never easily bow down, believing that he will not be inferior in the future.

The boy straightened his back even more, and his grip on the Xuanzhong Ruler became more resolute.

Just then, Lin Yao slowly stood up.

He was tall and slender, dressed in flowing white robes, and the aura of battle qi around him slowly receded.

A powerful spiritual force surged forth like a tidal wave, and an invisible pressure enveloped the entire valley.

This spiritual force was gentle yet powerful, without the slightest malice, yet it made Xiao Yan feel suffocated, even making it difficult to breathe.

Lin Yao stepped forward, and Qing Yue quickly stood up and followed, her small hands tightly gripping Lin Yao's sleeve.

A pair of bright, large eyes curiously examined Xiao Yan and the heavy-looking Xuanzhong Ruler on his shoulder.

Lin Yao walked up to Xiao Yan and looked at him calmly, or rather, at the inconspicuous black ring on his finger.

The next second, Lin Yao's voice rang out clearly, like a thunderclap in Xiao Yan and Yao Lao's ears.

"Venerable Medicine Master, please come out and meet us."

"boom!"

Xiao Yan's mind went blank, as if struck by lightning, and the shock on his face could no longer be concealed.

How did he know?!

The identity of the old doctor was a huge secret, and even Xiao Yan himself only learned about it not long ago.

The mysterious man in white before them had revealed the identity of the old apothecary in a single sentence.

Within the ring, the spirit of the old man stirred up a monstrous wave.

"How did he know who I am?!"

The old doctor's voice carried a hint of panic, but even more so, an incredulous shock.

"Since being betrayed by that traitor Han Feng, I have been reduced to a remnant soul and hidden in a ring, remaining anonymous for so many years without ever showing myself... Who exactly is he? Could he be a member of the Soul Palace?!"

Soul Palace!

These three words were like a curse, causing Yao Lao's soul to tremble violently.

He was hunted down by the people of the Soul Palace back then, which led to his current predicament.

If this person is indeed a henchman of the Soul Palace, then he and Xiao Yan are likely doomed today.

The shock in Yao Lao's heart was no less than when Han Feng betrayed him back then.

It was a kind of panic of having one's deepest secrets exposed, a chill that came from the depths of one's soul.

But now he's in a bind.

Now that the other party has revealed his identity, continuing to hide would only put him at a disadvantage.

Moreover, judging from the opponent's mental strength and cultivation, if they were to really fight, his meager remnant soul power would be utterly powerless to retaliate.

More importantly, Yao Lao did not sense the slightest malice from Lin Yao.

After a moment of contemplation, a resolute glint flashed in the old doctor's eyes.

The next second, a pale purple phantom of a soul slowly emerged from the black ring on Xiao Yan's finger.

The illusory figure gradually solidified, transforming into an old man dressed in an ancient robe.

His face was thin, his beard and hair were all white, and there was a trace of vicissitude between his brows.

It was the remnant soul of the old doctor.

The old doctor hovered in mid-air, his eyes warily fixed on Lin Yao, his soul power quietly circulating within him, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

One should always be wary of others; even if the other party seems to have no ill intentions, he will never let his guard down.

Qingyue, standing to the side, tilted her head curiously, looking at the suddenly appearing Elder Yao with her big eyes full of doubt. Is this the Venerable Medicine that Brother Lin Yao mentioned?

He looks like just an ordinary old man with a soul, so why would my brother value him so much?

Also, did this old man come out of the black-clad boy's ring? What's going on here?

The girl tilted her head, her mind filled with big questions, but she obediently kept quiet and didn't disturb them.

She simply held onto Lin Yao's sleeve and quietly watched the scene unfold before her.

The old apothecary stared sharply at Lin Yao, and spoke in a deep voice, his tone hoarse and weathered:

"Boy, which powerful force do you belong to? How do you know the location of my remnant soul?"

His tone carried a hint of wariness, a hint of probing, and a subtle tension.

Lin Yao looked at the old doctor, a faint smile playing on his lips, his voice calm and clear:

"I am not affiliated with any power. I have only come today because I have heard of the great name of the Medicine Venerable."

"trade?"

Hearing Lin Yao's irrelevant answer, the old apothecary frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, and asked.

"I have never met you before, what deal could we possibly make?"

"I know that the greatest regret of the Medicine Master's life is being betrayed by his traitorous disciple Han Feng. I can help you kill Han Feng and fulfill this wish."

Lin Yao spoke calmly, but his words caused Yao Lao's pupils to contract sharply, and Xiao Yan's face to be filled with confusion.

"Han Feng..."

Upon hearing this name, Xiao Yan looked completely bewildered. He had never heard of this name before and did not understand why Yao Lao's body trembled violently upon hearing it.

Upon hearing this name, Yao Lao's soul power fluctuated violently.

His face turned pale instantly, and a trace of deep pain and hatred flashed in his eyes—the piercing pain of being betrayed by his most trusted disciple.

But he was, after all, a former Dou Zun powerhouse, with an incredibly resilient mind.

After a moment, the old doctor suppressed the turmoil in his heart and his face returned to calm, as if his loss of composure had never happened.

Such composure is extremely difficult to achieve without strong mental fortitude.

The old apothecary stared at Lin Yao, his voice icy: "What do you want?"

He knew there was no such thing as a free lunch. The other party was willing to help him kill Han Feng, so they must have something in mind.

Lin Yao didn't keep them in suspense and said directly:

"I want a copy of an eighth-grade alchemist's inheritance, and... the method for making poison pills for the Calamity Poison Body."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in the old doctor's eyes.

He did indeed possess the legacy of an eighth-grade alchemist, after all, he himself had once been an eighth-grade alchemist.

The method for obtaining the Poison Pill for the Calamity Poison Body is an extremely rare ancient method.

It was recorded in an ancient fragment, and even he only managed to glimpse it by chance.

This young man in front of me actually knows such a secret technique?

After a moment of contemplation, Yao Lao glanced at Xiao Yan beside him and then at Lin Yao.

Killing Han Feng was his greatest obsession in this life.

While the inheritance of an eighth-grade alchemist and the method of making poison pills are extremely precious, they are nothing compared to the desire to kill Han Feng.

Moreover, he could sense that Lin Yao was not one to speak carelessly.

"it is good."

The old doctor spoke in a deep voice.

"I promise you. If you can kill Han Feng, I will offer you the inheritance of an eighth-grade alchemist and the method of making poison pills."

It's a deal.

Lin Yao smiled slightly and extended his hand.

The old doctor hesitated for a moment, then extended his soul hand and gently shook hands with Lin Yao's.

The deal was thus completed.

Xiao Yan stood aside, listening with a sense of bewilderment, but he understood that this was an important transaction concerning Yao Lao's wish.

He looked at the old doctor, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes, but he didn't ask any further questions.

He trusted his teacher's decision.

After the transaction was completed, the phantom of the old man's soul slowly transformed into a purple light and merged back into the black ring.

Seeing his teacher's soul return, Xiao Yan knew this was no place to linger. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Yao and said in a deep voice:

"Your Excellency, I shall take my leave."

Lin Yao nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

Hearing Lin Yao's agreement, Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief and stopped lingering. He picked up the Xuan Heavy Ruler and turned to walk out of the valley.

His steps remained steady, but his heart carried a heavier weight.

Han Feng...

He silently memorized that name.

The moment Xiao Yan turned to leave, a figure silently appeared like a ghost in the shadows of the valley.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe, with a cold and stern face, and exuding a faint aura of a Dou Huang.

This person was none other than Ling Ying, the number one Dou Huang of the Ancient Clan, whom Xiao Xun'er had sent to secretly protect Xiao Yan.

"Who exactly is this kid? Is he some kind of monster who suddenly appeared? He has such talent, and at such a young age, he already possesses strength that is in no way inferior to mine. Moreover, he has appeared by Xiao Yan's side. I need to find an opportunity to report this to Miss."

Ling Ying glanced in Lin Yao's direction, a hint of apprehension flashing in her eyes.

Immediately, his figure flashed, transforming into a black shadow, and he silently followed behind Xiao Yan.

Ling Ying's appearance naturally did not escape Lin Yao's notice. However, he merely glanced at her indifferently and did not pay her any attention.

After Xiao Yan and Ling Ying's figures completely disappeared at the end of the valley, Lin Yao slowly withdrew his gaze, looked in the direction the two had left, and murmured softly:

"This time, in order to improve my alchemist system, I'm taking a risk."

The legacy of the Medicine Master and the secret techniques of the Calamity Poison Body are both extremely crucial to me now.

However… the remnants of the power of the ancient clans and the Soul Palace, those Dou Di level experts, are still too strong for me now.

Lin Yao said softly.

"I'm still too weak when truly facing the formidable foundations of these imperial clans. I still have a long way to go to truly gain freedom on the Dou Qi Continent."

Qingyue, who had been watching from the sidelines the whole time, heard Lin Yao's murmurs but only vaguely understood them.

She didn't quite understand what Lin Yao meant by "ancient clan" and "Soul Palace," nor did she understand why her brother would say she was "too weak."

In her heart, Lin Yao will always be the strongest.

But the girl keenly noticed the seriousness in Lin Yao's expression.

She gripped Lin Yao's sleeve tightly, tilted her head up, and said earnestly:

"Brother, I will work hard in my cultivation, and I will definitely be able to help you in the future!"

Lin Yao looked down at the determination in the girl's eyes, a warmth spreading through his heart. He reached out and ruffled her hair, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Okay, I look forward to seeing how you grow, Xiaoyue..."

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