Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

"Come and get me!" Yang Ping'an shouted at Yang Yitan across from Old Master Yang.

"Hmph, Yang Ping'an, you just wait." Yang Yitan was always quite obedient in front of Old Master Yang, but he only said one harsh word to Yang Ping'an.

"Alright, what are you two arguing about? Tell me." Old Master Yang glanced at Yang Ping'an, who was hiding behind him, and asked with a smile.

"It's nothing," Yang Yi sighed, embarrassed to admit that he had been coaxed by Yang Ping'an, and could only brush it off.

"Alright, Ping An, are you interested in the young lady from the Dongfang family?" Old Master Yang didn't press him further, but turned to ask Yang Ping An if he had fallen for Dongfang Huaizhu.

"No, Grandpa, don't talk nonsense! We're just friends!" Yang Ping'an blushed and hurriedly denied it when he heard Grandpa Yang suddenly ask.

"Really? I heard from that old fellow Dongfang Guyue that if his future son-in-law can withstand his attacks, he'll demand a huge dowry from him." Old Master Yang pretended to understand.

Then, with a relieved tone and a smile, he said, "Luckily, you don't like his daughter, which saved me a lot of money on the bride price."

"Ah, that's right, I do like Dongfang Huaizhu." Yang Ping'an was taken aback after hearing what Grandpa Yang said. He quickly noticed the smile on Grandpa Yang's face and realized that Grandpa Yang had seen through his little thoughts.

"You were just lying to me, weren't you? What do you want me to do?" Yang Ping'an simply admitted his thoughts and asked the old man about his request in a desperate manner.

When Grandpa Yang saw that Yang Ping'an admitted that he liked Dongfang Huaizhu, he smiled and patted Yang Ping'an's head.

"Alright, kid, all you need to do is cultivate diligently and strive to reach the Great Demon King realm as soon as possible, so you can withstand that old man Dongfang Guyue's divine fire." Grandpa Yang didn't directly answer Yang Ping'an's question, but instead gave his requirements.

"I'll take care of the rest. Once you've reached adulthood and mastered your cultivation, I'll take you to Shenhuo Mountain Manor to propose marriage."

"Now you can focus on your cultivation. Don't blame me if someone beats you to it," Old Master Yang teased before his smile faded and he became serious.

"You said it yourself, so don't go back on your word!" Although Yang Ping'an didn't know if the conditions Old Master Yang mentioned were true, he felt that his cultivation level had already met the requirements.

Yang Ping'an even had a premonition that he would soon be able to break through to the late stage of Refining Essence into Qi, breaking the human race's restriction on breaking through to the Demon Emperor level.

Yang Ping'an is in his prime, while Dongfang Guyue's energy and blood are declining. Let alone catching Dongfang Guyue's divine fire, it is not impossible for him to defeat him.

"I keep my word," Old Master Yang said firmly, glancing at Yang Ping'an.

"If you can meet my requirements, I'll accompany you to Shenhuo Mountain Manor. At worst, I'll lose face in exchange for a granddaughter-in-law," Old Master Yang thought to himself.

"Hmm, I can't let this kid find out which conditions I made up. I still need to have a good talk with Dongfang Guyue." Old Master Yang muttered to himself as he saw Yang Ping'an getting all excited.

"And Yi Tan, you must work hard too." Old Master Yang then turned the topic to Yang Yi Tan. "I think the little girl from the Wang Quan family is quite good. You must keep up the good work and not let others steal her away."

"Huh? Grandpa, what are you saying!" Yang Yitan blushed and glanced at Wang Quanzui standing next to Wang Quanba in the distance. Seeing that she hadn't heard him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but he also felt a little disappointed.

Yang Yitan didn't notice that Wang Quanzui, who was standing with his back to him in the distance, had his ears completely red and was holding onto Wang Quanba Ye and Fei Lao, preventing them from turning their heads to look at Yang Yitan and the others.

"Why are you being so shy, just like Ping An? If you like someone, you should express it." Grandpa Yang chuckled, not expecting his two grandsons to be so easily embarrassed.

Wang Quanzui had been keeping an eye on Yang Yitan. Upon hearing Old Master Yang's words, he became even more embarrassed and quickly pulled Wang Quanba Ye away in a hasty retreat.

"Alright, we should go home now." Noticing Wang Quanzui's embarrassing situation, Old Master Yang stopped teasing Yang Yitan and led Yang Ping'an and the other two out of Wangquan Manor. They joined the rest of the Yang family and left with the farewell of the Taoist priests from Wangquan Manor.

Time passed slowly, and Yang Ping'an sensed an opportunity for a breakthrough at the Blue Sky Conference.

After returning to the Yang residence, he informed everyone that he planned to go into seclusion for cultivation.

Grandpa Yang simply assumed that Yang Ping'an had been inspired by him and was determined to work hard.

As a result, he went into seclusion for three months. Fortunately, Yang Ping'an ate from time to time. Old Master Yang almost thought he was going to starve to death in his room.

In the world of fox spirits, it is rare for humans to go into seclusion for such a long time. Old Master Yang and others were worried that Yang Ping'an would go astray and become possessed by evil spirits.

Inside the room, Yang Ping'an sat cross-legged on a futon, his hands forming hand seals, maintaining a state of deep stillness and emptiness, immersing himself in profound cultivation.

Yang Ping'an's consciousness entered a state of utter obscurity, unaware of the heavens above or the earth below, surrounded by chaos.

The magical power within his body surged like the Yangtze River through Yang Ping'an's resilient meridians. As the speed of the magical power's circulation increased, the booming sound reached into Yang Ping'an's secluded cultivation room.

A rich golden halo enveloped him, and under its glow, Yang Ping'an, dressed in white robes, appeared even more dignified and mysterious.

Protected by a golden lotus platform with twenty-four petals, Yang Ping'an's consciousness wandered in an ocean of Daoist charm.

He is like a seed buried underground, silently accumulating the power to grow, preparing to unleash his own light.

Yang Ping'an's magical power was circulating on its own when suddenly a sound of a barrier shattering rang in his mind. Yang Ping'an's magical power instantly accelerated and then slowly decreased. The space for the circulation of magical power increased dramatically, and there were no more obstacles in front of him, just like the Yangtze River flowing into the ocean.

Yang Ping'an's consciousness also awoke from the chaos, and upon realizing his breakthrough, he couldn't help but beam with joy.

Yang Ping'an was overjoyed for a while, then calmed down and entered his inner vision again to examine the benefits that this breakthrough had brought to his body.

The meridians in his body became wider and more flexible, and his magical power circulated in the meridians at a seemingly slow but actually fast pace, growing stronger and stronger than before.

Yang Ping'an used his divine sense to observe his meridians inch by inch, recalling the golden light that had shot into his dantian at the Blue Sky Conference.

Although it hasn't caused me any harm yet, I can't leave something of unknown purpose inside my body.

Yang Ping'an found the foreign object in his dantian, which was filled with golden magic power, and carefully controlled his magic power to try to remove it from his body.

Just as the wisp of magical power carrying Yang Ping'an's divine sense touched the strange object, it suddenly burst forth with a massive amount of spiritual energy, violently filling Yang Ping'an's dantian and meridians.

These uncontrolled spiritual energies were like steel needles piercing Yang Ping'an's meridians.

Yang Ping'an was forced to accept the liquefied spiritual energy and actively accelerate the circulation of his magic power to refine this massive amount of spiritual energy.