Battle Through the Heavens: Oh no, I've become the succubus Xiao Yan!

In the days that followed, Xiao Yan's life became regular and fulfilling.

At dawn, before sunrise, Yao Lao woke him up to practice the Burning Technique. After four hours of practice, the sun was already high in the sky. Then came the normal battle qi cultivation.

The old master devised a strict training plan for him, from basic body training to the circulation of battle qi, with each step precise to the minute. In the afternoon, he continued to practice the Burning Technique for four hours, and in the evening, he received basic instruction in medicine refining.

When Xiao Yan circulated the Burning Technique, he could clearly feel the fire-attribute energy in the world surging towards him. That energy entered his body from all directions, circulated along the meridians of the Burning Technique, and after being refined, was poured into his Qi vortex.

The cyclone is slowly growing stronger.

The cyclone didn't surge as rapidly as expected; instead, it steadily grew stronger little by little. Although the increase wasn't large, its stability was its strength, like a snowball rolling downhill, getting bigger and faster with each passing day.

During the day, Xiao Yan went about his usual activities at the Xiao family residence. He practiced boxing with Xiao Ding, chased chickens with Xiao Li, and greeted Xiao Zhan. To the outside world, he was the genius of the Xiao family who had reached the seventh level of Dou Qi at the age of seven. A genius that the entire Jia Ma Empire rarely saw in hundreds of years. Xiao Zhan would beam with joy every time he mentioned him, and the elders of the clan would also sigh that the Xiao family had a worthy successor.

Xiao Mei would tell everyone she met, "Brother Yan is the most powerful," with such pride that it was as if she had cultivated her own seventh-level Dou Qi. Every time Xiao Yan practiced his fist techniques in the training ground, she would always bring a small stool and sit next to him, resting her chin on her hands, watching with bright eyes, and occasionally clapping and cheering.

Xiao Yan sometimes felt uncomfortable under her gaze: "You don't have to come every time, do you?"

"I want to!" Xiao Mei declared confidently, looking at Xiao Yan with adoration. "Brother Yan looks the best when he practices his boxing!"

Xiao Yan: "..." Xiao Yan didn't know what to say. He could only let his little fangirl be.

The joys and sorrows of time travelers are sometimes the same thing.

However, Xiao Mei's reserved audience seat was soon challenged.

One day, Xiao Mei brought a small stool to watch Xiao Yan practice his boxing. As soon as she sat down, she noticed that there was someone else next to her.

Xun'er.

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She didn't move a stool, but stood quietly to the side, holding a handkerchief in her hand, occasionally offering a glass of warm water. Her movements were so natural, as if she had done it countless times before.

Xiao Mei glanced at her, straightened her back, and moved the small stool closer to Xiao Yan.

Xun'er tilted her head slightly, the corners of her mouth curved up, she hummed softly, and took half a step closer to Xiao Yan.

The silent tension between the two was even more intense than the force of a punch in the training ground.

Xiao Yan was completely unaware. After finishing a set of fist techniques, he wiped his sweat and took the water cup handed to him by Xun'er: "Thank you, Xun'er."

Xiao Mei immediately jumped up: "Brother Yan, I'll get you some water too!"

"No need," Xun'er said softly, her tone gentle yet firm. "I'll take care of Xiao Yan's water from now on."

Xiao Mei puffed out her cheeks and glared at Xun'er. Xun'er smiled back, and the two girls stared at each other, as if sparks were flying in the air.

Xiao Yan looked at this and then at that, and wisely chose to keep quiet.

The old apothecary's voice echoed faintly in his mind: "Young man, your luck with women..."

"Master, shut up."

The next day, Xiao Mei was smarter. She not only brought a small stool but also a plate of osmanthus cake that Xiao Yan loved. She handed the cake to Xiao Yan, slightly raised her chin, and glanced triumphantly at Xun'er. It was as if she were saying, "I still care about my brother the most."

Xun'er remained calm and took out a handkerchief embroidered with fire patterns from her sleeve. She had embroidered it herself a few days ago, with fine stitches and exquisite patterns.

"Brother Xiao Yan, wipe your sweat."

Xiao Mei: "..."

That very night, Xiao Mei took her maid to learn embroidery.

When Xun'er appeared at the training ground the next day, she had a plate of osmanthus cake that Xiao Yan loved to eat.

The two exchanged a glance, snorted simultaneously, and turned their heads away.

Xiao Yan pretended not to see anything and continued practicing his fist techniques.

Xiao Yu, on the other hand, would sneer every time he passed by the training ground: "What's so great about the seventh level of Dou Qi? I'll surpass you sooner or later."

Xiao Yan looked at his competitive and proud older cousin with a smile: "Alright, I'll treat you to dinner when you surpass me."

Xiao Yu was so angry at his nonchalant attitude that she stomped her foot and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, she looked back, muttered something, and her ears seemed to turn slightly red.

Xiao Yan didn't care. His entire focus was on cultivation.

No one knew that the battle qi within him was already at the level of a Dou Zhe (Battle Master), and its quality far surpassed that of ordinary Dou Zhes. Except for Xun'er.

That evening, the old medicine master taught him the art of alchemy.

Let's start with the most basic fire control.

"The core of alchemy lies in the precise control of the flame," said the old alchemist. "If the temperature is too high, the herbs will burn; if the temperature is too low, the medicinal effects won't be released. Even the slightest difference can drastically alter the quality of the elixir."

He had Xiao Yan practice controlling a wisp of flame, keeping its temperature constant.

"Let's maintain this for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Xiao Yan stretched out his hand, and a wisp of pale red flame appeared in his palm.

The flames of the Fire God Body are naturally easier to control than ordinary battle qi flames. Xiao Yan only needs to concentrate slightly, and the flames will obediently stabilize, like a well-behaved kitten.

After an incense stick had burned, the flame remained completely still.

The old medicine doctor: "..."

"Continue, maintain the time until three incense sticks burn."

After three incense sticks had burned, the flame remained completely still.

The old doctor remained silent for a while.

"Back when I was practicing fire control, it took me three months to reach the point where I could hold my fire for the duration of an incense stick burning," he said calmly, but his lips twitched slightly. "You did it in the time it takes to burn an incense stick. Three incense sticks won't be a problem either."

He looked at Xiao Yan and took a deep breath.

"The Vulcan Body's control over flames... is truly terrifying."

Xiao Yan couldn't help but laugh.

The joy of time travelers is so simple and unpretentious—overwhelming talent, no explanation needed.

"Don't be so smug," the old apothecary snorted. "Controlling fire is just the basics. Alchemy also involves identifying medicinal herbs, memorizing formulas, controlling the heat, and pill-forming techniques... Each of these requires a lot of practice. No matter how high your talent is, it's all for nothing if you don't practice."

"Yes, Master." Xiao Yan suppressed his smile and nodded seriously.

The old apothecary looked at him and suddenly added, "However... your talent is indeed outrageous."

Xiao Yan chuckled, then suddenly asked, "Master, when can I officially begin refining pills?"

"What's the rush?" The old apothecary glared at him. "You've only mastered one of the four basic skills: controlling fire, identifying herbs, memorizing prescriptions, and controlling temperature. It's not too late to start formally refining pills once you've mastered all four."

He paused, his tone softening, "But at your pace... you should be able to attempt refining a first-grade pill in a month at most."

"A first-grade pill?" Xiao Yan's eyes lit up.

"The Rejuvenation Pill," said the old medicine master, "is the most basic first-grade pill that can quickly restore battle qi. The formula is simple, the ingredients are common, and it's suitable for beginners."

Xiao Yan silently memorized the name. The Rejuvenation Pill—the first pill he refined in the original story, and also the starting point of his alchemy journey.

This time, however, the starting point is much higher than the original work.

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From seven to eight years old, a year.

Xiao Yan's cultivation level steadily progressed from the early stage of Dou Zhe to the peak of Dou Zhe.

To the outside world, he still displayed the seventh level of Dou Qi, just the right amount—neither too flashy to attract attention nor too poor to embarrass the Xiao family.

But only Yao Lao knew that the true quality of his fighting spirit was already comparable to that of a Great Dou Master.

It's not that his cultivation level has reached the Great Dou Master level, but rather that the density of his Dou Qi has reached that level. The meridians of the Fire God Body are twice as wide as those of an ordinary person, allowing it to hold more Dou Qi at the same cultivation level. In addition, the Fire God Body amplifies fire-attribute techniques. If we only compare the quality of Dou Qi, Dou Qi practitioners of the same level are like water compared to mercury in front of him—they are simply not in the same league.

"The amplification of the Fire God Body on the Burning Technique is even stronger than I expected," Yao Lao said, marveling at the Dou Qi flowing within Xiao Yan's body. "That crimson hue is becoming more and more obvious. At this rate, when you break through to Dou Shi, the quality of your Dou Qi will probably be comparable to Dou Ling."

"And what about your cultivation level?" Xiao Yan asked.

"Cultivation is cultivation, and quality is quality," Yao Lao explained. "Cultivation determines the total amount of your battle qi, while quality determines the efficiency of your battle qi. With the same punch, if someone else throws out 100 jin of force, you can throw out 300 jin—because your battle qi density is three times that of the other person."

He paused, then added, "Of course, if the difference in cultivation level is too great, one will still be crushed. No matter how high the quality of one's battle qi, it's useless for a Dou Zhe against a Dou Huang. But within the same level..."

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Within your rank, you are invincible."

Xiao Yan smiled but didn't say anything.

Invincible among those of the same level?

His goal has never been merely to be invincible among his peers.

I cultivate so fast so that I can suppress others with my cultivation level!

Outside the window, the sun is setting.

Xiao Li chased the chicken across the yard again, Xiao Ding read a book on the veranda, and Xiao Zhan handled family affairs in the study. Everything was normal, everything was peaceful.

But Xiao Yan knew that this peace would not last long.

The Soul Palace is still lurking in the shadows.

What he needs to do is to make himself strong enough before the storm comes.

It's strong enough to protect everyone.

"Master," Xiao Yan said, "double the training tomorrow."

The old doctor glanced at him but did not refuse.

"it is good."

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the window and fell on Xiao Yan.

The eight-year-old boy had a determined look in his eyes.