The sword seller, dressed in red, deserves applause for the prankster.

The bow-legged little man slapped his hands onto Chi Miao's chest, his face, devoid of features, contorted in a way that was unmistakably distorted.

It's twisted and contorted.

"Hmph hmph hmph!"

The ultimate resurrection technique!

"Hmph!!"

As soon as a voice fell, the bow-legged little man stood up.

Ying Wuhuo: "?"

"alright?"

The bow-legged little man tilted his head and touched a non-existent mouth with his finger: "Hmph?"

What's done?

It hasn't even started yet.

Then, the bow-legged man began to rhythmically shout "Hmph hmph hmph, hmph hmph hmph!"

While talking, he was also doing some strange stretching movements.

Ying Wuhuo squinted: "This is... a warm-up?"

The bow-legged little man nodded: "Hmph!"

素！

Because it's going to be tough later, I need to warm up first!

Ying Wuhuo: "..."

Even those who cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness can be rendered silent.

So he watched the bow-legged little man force himself to do five minutes of warm-up exercises.

"Hmph!"

"alright?"

"Hmph hmph!"

The bow-legged little man nodded and once again came to Chi Miao's chest, then lunged down in a horse stance.

"Hmph—!"

He shouted with difficulty, as if something was about to burst out of his bow-legged body.

In short... the situation was quite delicate, leaving Ying Wuhuo somewhat at a loss for what to do.

Ying Wuhuo: "Do you need me to cheer you on?"

The bow-legged little man: "Hmph!"

Shout! Shout louder! Cheer me on!!

Ying Wuhuo: "..."

How embarrassing.

He thought his emotions were becoming increasingly difficult to control, but something always seemed to happen to Chi Miao that made him feel uneasy.

He closed his eyes and said softly, "Keep it up."

"Hmph!"

Speak louder, haven't you eaten yet?!

A flush of crimson appeared on Ying Wuhuo's pale face. He took a deep breath and raised his voice slightly: "Go for it!"

"Hmph hmph!!"

Is this all you want to do to revive your mother? Are you trying to make her think you're fierce with that voice? Speak louder! Unleash a high note that could rock the world, the kind that's perfect for "Singer"!

Ying Wuhuo, having completely broken down, was desperate and, disregarding all else, let out a deafening tenor:

"come on!!!"

The human setting collapsed.

He swore that this was the loudest he had ever been in his life!

His entire face flushed red, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

The most terrifying thing was that, a moment later... Jin Shengfei's voice came from outside:

"Ying Wuhuo? That's Ying Wuhuo's voice?! Ying Wuhuo, you're alive? If you're alive, why aren't you coming out? What happened? Why are you suddenly shouting 'Go for it!' What kind of oil? Rapeseed oil? Wait a minute, I'll go find some oil!"

Ying Wuhuo's face turned even redder: "..."

He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

"You better pray it works... otherwise, I'll strangle you."

His eyes were red as he glared fiercely at the bow-legged little man.

Although this is Chi Miao's nascent soul, it is not Chi Miao after all.

He would never let anyone else know about what happened today, and there is only one thing in this world that keeps secrets: the dead.

At this moment, the bow-legged little man stopped moving and looked at Ying Wuhuo.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!"

Hahahahahahahahahaha!

"Ying Wuhuo...you're so stupid! How could you be like this?!"

It laughed and patted its knees, looking incredibly happy.

Ying Wuhuo was taken aback, squinting his eyes: "Chi Miao?"

The bow-legged little man, hands on his hips, said, "Yes, it's me."

Ying Wuhuo: "????"

His mind was filled with questions, and he couldn't quite understand what was going on.

Did Chi Miao's consciousness enter this nascent soul?

When?

So just now... Chi Miao was deliberately playing a trick on him?

The more Ying Wuhuo thought about it, the darker his face became, the more devastated he felt, and the more resolute he became in his resolve to follow the ruthless path.

"When did your consciousness begin to enter this nascent soul?"

Chi Miao began, "When it stood on my chest, my consciousness entered. This is a special technique I cultivate..."

She told Ying Wuhuo about the "Free Divine Infant Technique" and sighed, "If I weren't not a true Nascent Soul cultivator right now, I could have been resurrected on the spot. But... thankfully, even in this form, I can still use all my methods, and my strength hasn't diminished."

"Once I break through to the Nascent Soul stage, I'll be able to reshape my physical body!"

Ying Wu Huo's expression faltered slightly. "So... ever since you started teasing me and yelling 'Go for it!', it's been you all along?"

Chi Miao: "Otherwise what? Who else besides me possesses such an interesting soul?"

Ying Wuhuo: "..."

He was trembling, his whole body was shaking.

"Oh……"

He gave a cold laugh.

Chi Miao: "Why are you laughing? Are you bowing down to my incredibly clever mind, which single-handedly created this perfect ending with no casualties?"

Ying Wuhuo: "No, I'm thinking about whether I should just strangle you to death like this."

He could sense it.

After the ruthless path awakened and the Dao essence solidified into a Dao seed, his strength improved dramatically.

Now that he's at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he might actually be able to go toe-to-toe with Chi Miao.

Of course, he was just joking.

But Chi Miao looked him up and down with eyes that didn't exist in the bow-legged little man.

Ying Wuhuo: "What?"

Chi Miao: "You bullied me, I'll make you regret it."

Ying Wuhuo: "???"

The next second, Chi Miao removed the surrounding barrier.

Jin Shengfei was seen carrying a bucket of oil and splashing it all over Ying Wuhuo.

"Huh? Eh? Eh? Eh?!"

Jin Shengfei wanted to back down, but it was too late now!

A whole bucket of rapeseed oil was completely spilled on Ying Wuhuo.

Ying Wuhuo closed his eyes, his whole body exuding the aroma of rapeseed oil.

Ying Wuhuo: "..."

Jin Shengfei tensed up: "Cough...cough cough cough, Senior Brother Wu Huo, do you believe me if I say I didn't mean it?"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to refuel? I specially found this, how... how is it, smells good, right? This is the Jin family's top-grade rapeseed oil."

"Consider this a congratulatory gift to wish you a happy resurrection. You're welcome."

When people feel awkward, they pretend to be very busy.

Jin Shengfei's ability to make eight hundred small gestures with just a single sentence fully proves this point.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it seems like... Ying Wuhuo's temperament has changed a lot since his resurrection; he seems much colder.

The others also had eyes filled with tenderness and relief.

"Chi Miao actually managed to revive you! How are you feeling now? Does your heart still hurt?"

Ying Wuhuo was stunned, touching his heart: "I..."

He kept his eyes down.

I could feel Chi Miao's heart beating in my chest with my fingertips.

Just then, everyone noticed Chi Miao.

"What's wrong with Chi Miao? Young people are healthy, why is he falling asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow?"

"Huh...it seems she's not breathing anymore?"

Everyone: "???"

No, it's not breathing?!

ah???!

Followed by.

They saw a bow-legged little man, hugging his frail body, sobbing pitifully.

Everyone: "???"

What is this ugly thing again?!