Battle Through the Heavens: The Soul Emperor's Only Daughter, I Am the Young Master of the Soul

Chapter 14 Xiao Yan's Training to Take a Beating, Strange Flame!

"Alright, alright, little Qing'er!" Yao Chen smiled and didn't argue with Hun Qing, but he still addressed her the same way.

These two are secretly competing with each other.

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Hun Qing pouted in anger. Glancing at Xiao Yan who was being beaten, she jumped down from the tree.

"Hehehe..." Hun Qinghao swung the Soul Lock while letting out a sinister laugh as he approached Xiao Yan.

"Xiao Yan, if you can withstand a few lashes from me, I'll acknowledge you as my senior brother!" Hun Qing said with a smirk, her angelic face adorned with a cruel smile.

Seeing the stark contrast between Hun Qinghao and his previous behavior, Xiao Yan felt a chill run down his spine, but his inner monologue would never stop.

So it turns out that the unreliable old man and the little witch were both just wishful thinking, each sticking to their own opinions, and Xiao Yan was just the punching bag for these two when they were in a bad mood.

Now it's the little witch's turn to take her anger out on him.

To hell with senior brother! Who wants to be the little witch's senior brother?!

With those few lashes, given his meager cultivation level as a fighter, he would be crippled if not killed!

Seeing that Hun Qinghao was about to actually do it, Yao Chen quickly grabbed her arm to stop her, saying, "This...this...Little Qing'er, I think we should just forget about it. What if you don't know your own strength and this kid dies on the spot? Where am I going to find a disciple to inherit the alchemist's legacy!"

"Hmph, it's better that he's fallen!" Hun Qinghao glared at the person in front of him and said in a sinister voice, but still did not take any further action.

Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, slumped onto the grass, and patted his chest to calm his nerves. The little witch's unpredictable moods were truly terrifying!

"Little Qing'er, go play somewhere else. Your senior brother hasn't finished beating you yet." Seeing that Hun Qing's mood had stabilized, Yao Chen patted her head and coaxed her gently.

Hun Qing was stunned for a moment. Such a gentle tone reminded her of her father, Hun Tiandi.

When she was naughty, her father would always gently coax her in the same way.

"Hmph! Only Father can call me that, you're not allowed!" Hun Qing slapped Yao Chen's hand away, but her attitude softened.

She stopped insisting on whipping Xiao Yan, and instead turned around haughtily, flying up to sit in the tree.

While eating medicinal pills and candies, he sat and watched Xiao Yan get beaten up, his two little legs dangling in the air, swinging back and forth, looking quite content.

Seeing Hun Qing so carefree, Xiao Yan was incredibly envious, but no matter how envious he was, he didn't intend to stop him.

After all, his desire to become stronger never wavered.

After a while, Hun Qinghao, who had been amusing himself by watching Xiao Yan get beaten up, got bored and took out a storybook he had bought in the Central Continent to read.

In this world without cell phones and computers, besides secluded cultivation, reading storybooks is the only way to pass the time when bored.

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In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

Hun Qinghao initially said she was only staying temporarily at the Xiao family, but later she found it quite amusing to watch Xiao Yan make a fool of himself every day, and her mischievous sense of humor made her stay.

She stayed there for half a year, and almost finished reading all the storybooks she had saved.

The fact that Hun Qinghao stayed in the Xiao family for half a year was also a good thing for the Xiao family. The little bit of information that leaked out from between her fingers was enough to elevate the entire Xiao family to a higher level.

Therefore, Xiao Yan gradually came to regard Hun Qing as one of his own, treating her only as a domineering and proud little sister.

Behind the Xiao family mountain, Xiao Yan sat cross-legged on the ground, receiving Yao Chen's whipping as usual, while Hun Qinghao lay on a tree reading a storybook.

Hun Qinghao's sealed true form, the World-Destroying Black Lotus, was restless and constantly absorbed external battle energy. Therefore, she rarely cultivated actively and only went into seclusion when she had a breakthrough. She was either sleeping or wearing down the seal.

She and her Black Lotus body had a clear division of labor: the Black Lotus was responsible for cultivation, while she was responsible for removing the seal.

Having finished his beating for the day, Xiao Yan, after testing the results of his training, sat on a rock and asked curiously, "Old man, you said you're an eighth-grade alchemist, but how are alchemists ranked?"

"Alchemists distinguish their levels by the color of their flames. Their flames are pale yellow, and the higher the grade, the darker the color."

Xiao Yan took a bite of the fruit he'd swiped from Hun Qinghao, then asked, "So, what color are your flames?"

Thinking of his timid Bone Spirit Cold Fire, who had been timid ever since he met Hun Qinghao, Yao Chen couldn't help but laugh and cry. Even the pain he felt when recalling the past was lessened considerably.

Yao Chen stretched out his hand, and white flames slowly rose from his palm.

Although Hun Qing was present, the Bone Spirit Cold Fire was a bit timid, but still obeyed its master's summons and appeared.

The icy aura of the Bone Spirit Cold Fire swirled around Yao Chen, freezing the ground inch by inch.

Sensing this icy aura, Hun Qinghao, who was sleeping on the tree, pulled down the book covering his face slightly and cast his gaze toward the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

At this moment, Bone Spirit Cold Fire couldn't help but tremble. Only after Soul Qinghao withdrew his gaze and covered the storybook with his face did he boldly release his aura.

"Ah! Your fire..." Upon seeing such an unusual flame, Xiao Yan couldn't help but widen his eyes, opening his mouth in shock as he approached, exclaiming, "How come it looks a bit like Junior Sister's black flame?"

When Hun Qinghao first came to the Xiao family, Xiao Yan was threatened by her with a black flame. Although it was only once, he still vividly remembered that terrifying aura of destruction.

Although the aura emanating from the white flames before him was far inferior to that of the black flames, Xiao Yan was certain that this was no ordinary flame.

"What I mentioned earlier is the battle aura flame commonly used by alchemists. Besides that, there is another type of flame: the strange flame!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's gaze towards the Bone Spirit Cold Flame in Yao Chen's hand became very bright.

Seeing Xiao Yan's expression, Yao Chen smiled and continued to explain, "These strange flames are hundreds or thousands of times more powerful than Dou Qi flames. Not only can they enhance the potency of pills when refining medicine, but even when fighting against others, experts of the same level dare not confront them head-on."

"My flame is the Bone Spirit Cold Flame, ranked eleventh on the Strange Flame Ranking, while your junior sister's black flame is a powerful flame that has never appeared on the Strange Flame Ranking before. She calls it the World-Destroying Black Flame."

"Bone Spirit Cold Flame... World-Destroying Black Flame..." Xiao Yan blinked, eagerly craving these strange flames whose names sounded incredibly impressive, and couldn't help but reach out to touch the white flames in front of him.

Yao Chen suddenly withdrew his flames, pouring cold water on Xiao Yan, "These things are a million miles away from you right now. You should learn a fire-attribute cultivation technique first and then become an alchemist."

"A fire-attribute cultivation technique? Since I am your disciple, then give me that Heaven-rank cultivation technique!" Xiao Yan asked expectantly, his eyes crinkling with anticipation.

Upon hearing this, Yao Chen trembled with anger, pointing at Xiao Yan with a dark expression and saying, "Nonsense! Do you think Heaven-rank cultivation techniques are as common as stones on the ground? How dare you ask for one! If you want a Heaven-rank cultivation technique, go ask your junior sister and see if she'll give it to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl's slightly childish voice rang out: "You, Yao Chen, trying to shift the blame, huh? Take this, you little brat!"

(End of this chapter)