He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Eleven years old.

Yun Yi did not rush to cultivate.

He locked himself in his study and retraced all the routes.

It's not about cultivation, it's about "reviewing"—like a student who got a perfect score going back to check their answer sheet, making sure there are no mistakes in every step.

This departure lasted for a year.

Starting from scratch, every step was taken very slowly and steadily.

The portion that was previously digested more quickly by relying on the innate seeds of enlightenment was solidified again this year.

Those minor oversights caused by "reading too fast" were identified, corrected, and filled in one by one.

Once, Shen Qingqing passed by the study, stood at the door for a while, and then silently walked away.

She sensed a change in the atmosphere of the study.

Previously, Yun Yi was like a sword with its sharp edge fully exposed, displaying all his power openly, making it clear at a glance that he was not to be trifled with.

Now that the sword has been sheathed, its sharpness concealed, it makes people even more hesitant to act rashly than when it was drawn.

During this year, Shen Qingqing contacted eleven reincarnators.

Five of them officially joined the league.

Of the other six, some observed, some refused, and there was one more person—she couldn't find.

It didn't die, it disappeared, like a drop of water evaporating into the air, leaving no trace.

"He's an experienced one."

Shen Qingqing said, "I am proficient in the art of concealment."

"I used tracking methods from three different worlds, but I couldn't even catch a glimpse of him."

She paused for a moment, then said, "This kind of person is either an ally or the biggest threat."

Yun Yi nodded, indicating that he understood.

……

Twelve years old.

After the start of spring, Yun Wantong did something that shocked the entire city of Luozhou—he sold off all the businesses that the Yun family had quietly withdrawn from the capital two years ago, converted them into cash, and invested the proceeds in Miao territory and the East China Sea.

"The waters in the capital are too murky."

He told Yunyi that the father and son were sitting in the main hall with a pot of freshly brewed tea in front of them. "After the Crown Prince was deposed, the Third Prince and the Fifth Prince fought each other to the death."

"The high-ranking officials in the imperial court are replaced one day and another the next, like a revolving lantern."

"For us business people, this is the kind of time we fear the most."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and a shrewd, old fox-like look appeared on his chubby face:

"If you stand in the right spot, you can get a sip of soup; if you stand in the wrong spot, even the pot will be taken away."

"If I don't stand up, I'll easily become the first target."

"So I chose to evacuate."

Yun Yi looked at his increasingly prosperous-looking father and nodded appropriately.

He supports whatever his father does, because he'll always have his back.

Besides, it wasn't necessarily necessary for him to take action.

His house is now filled with reincarnated beings.

They wouldn't just stand by and watch their stronghold disappear.

That autumn, Shen Qingqing brought back some news.

The Great Yan Dynasty has sent troops.

The target was a nomadic tribe on the northern grasslands, under the pretext of "suppressing bandits".

But everyone knows that the Hu tribes are backed by the Great Wu Dynasty.

When the Great Yan attacked the Hu tribes, it was like slapping the Great Wu in the face.

The shadow of war loomed over the north, casting a pall of fear over the people of the three border states.

Yun Wantong's caravan withdrew from the northern border immediately, detouring via the western route, which added 800 li to their journey and cost them at least 30% less profit.

But he didn't hesitate at all.

"Money can be earned again, but life is only given once."

He told the caravan leader, "Bring everyone back to me safe and sound. If even a single hair is missing, I'll deduct your wages."

The caravan returned unharmed.

But other businesses were not so lucky.

When the war broke out in the North, three trade routes were cut off, countless goods rotted on the way, and more than a dozen businesses went bankrupt overnight.

Yun Wantong sat in the accounting room, looked through the list of bankrupt businesses, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he picked up his pen and wrote to every familiar business, offering to buy their goods stranded in the North at cost price.

"This is not taking advantage of someone's misfortune."

He explained to Yunyi, "Their goods are already rotting there. If I don't buy them, someone else will."

"But I buy it at cost price, so at least they don't lose money."

"If it were someone else, they could have gotten a 30% discount."

Looking at his father's round back, Yun Yi suddenly asked:

"Dad, is this how you started your business?"

Yun Wantong paused for a moment, then smiled.

She laughed very softly, like a leaf falling in the wind.

"You child, how come you can see through everything?"

He did not deny it.

Thirteen years old.

The war dragged on for a full year.

The Great Yan and Great Wu fought each other on the border, neither able to gain the upper hand.

The Hu tribes were caught in the middle, swaying back and forth, sometimes leaning towards the Great Yan, sometimes towards the Great Wu, like a reed on a wall being blown back and forth by two winds.

Yun Yi did not step out of the Yun residence once during this year.

After mastering all the methods, he began to try something that even Lao Jiang had never taught him—creation.

It's not an improvement, it's a creation.

To create a completely new technique from scratch.

The five leaves of the innate seed of enlightenment gave him an unprecedented perspective.

From that perspective, what he saw was not a particular technique or path, but the common "origin" behind all techniques and paths.

Starting from that origin, any direction you take will lead to a completely new path.

A thirteen-year-old boy is growing taller.

Last year's clothes were too short this year, so Qin had to make him new clothes every few months.

The bones are lengthening, the muscles are thickening, and the whole body is like a building under construction, getting taller and bigger every day.

What Yunyi needs to do is replace the foundation with better materials while the building is still under construction.

He spent three months extracting a portion from each of the various cultivation methods: the external strengthening of muscles, bones, and skin in martial arts; the cleansing of marrow and meridians in immortality; the forging of a golden body in Buddhism; the blood refining technique in witchcraft; and the body tempering secret method in Gu cultivation.

Three months later, a brand new body-refining technique was born.

It has no name.

Yun Yi called it "Divine Skill Body Refinement".

He did not rush into cultivation, but continued to refine his skills, repeatedly lowering the difficulty of cultivation.

Fourteen years old.

Shen Qingqing broke through to the Divine Realm of Martial Arts.

She broke through in the middle of the night, just like last time.

Yunyi sensed that aura in the study next door—it emanated from her room, spreading silently like a drop of ink falling into clear water.

The aura was incredibly pure, without a trace of impurity or dissipation. All the power was firmly locked within that small body, like a knife hidden in its sheath.

Yun Yi put down the jade slip, walked to the window, and opened it.

Under the moonlight, Shen Qingqing's door was tightly closed, and a bluish halo was reflected on the window paper, flickering like a firefly trapped in a paper lantern.

He looked at it for a while, then returned to his desk and continued reading the jade slip.

The next morning, Shen Qingqing pushed open the door and saw Yun Yi sitting under the locust tree in the courtyard, drinking tea.

"Martial arts connects the gods."

Yunyi said.

Shen Qingqing nodded, sat down opposite him, and poured herself a cup of tea.

The two drank together without speaking.

The cicadas in the locust tree were chirping loudly.

That summer, the number of reincarnators that Shen Qingqing contacted increased to fifteen.

The alliance has seven official members, six observers, and two who have declined.

Of the two who refused, one died in the Great Qian Dynasty.

The message was relayed by a reincarnator within the alliance.

The deceased was a veteran who had experienced more than forty worlds. His cultivation had reached the peak of martial arts divine transformation, and he had also cultivated immortal nascent soul.

His death was exactly the same as that of the boy from the Song Dynasty two years ago—his chest was pierced, and he died instantly without any other signs of combat.

The same technique, the same clean and efficient execution.