Battle Through the Heavens: The Beginning of the Dou Sheng Inheritance

Chapter 68 Nalan Yanran

Xiao Jue took out the Yin-Yang Cauldron, intending to refine a batch of Wind Spirit Pills. He had previously refined this fourth-grade pill for Xiao Mei and Xiao Ning, which could accelerate the cultivation speed of those who possessed wind-attribute battle qi. The effect gradually decreased, reducing by 10% each time. After taking the tenth pill, there would be no effect from taking any more.

Mo Linglin possesses wind-attribute fighting spirit, and the Wind Spirit Pill greatly aids her cultivation. Meanwhile, Xiao Jue also plans to refine a batch of Three-Pattern Azure Spirit Pills and Qi-Gathering Pills to win people's hearts later.

Subduing the Mo family was a small matter for Xiao Jue, mainly because he was quite satisfied with Mo Linglin, as she was obedient and had many ways to play.

Xiao Jue is not interested in building up a power base; that can be left to Xiao Yan in the future. Xiao Jue might only become interested if the power base is full of beautiful women.

The status of beautiful women in Xiao Jue's eyes is similar to that of the strange fire in Xiao Yan's eyes; once encountered, they cannot be missed.

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"Master, Senior Sister Nalan has come to the Mo family. She is none other than Nalan Yanran, the young sect master of the Yunlan Sect."

Mo Linglin came to find Xiao Jue wearing a tight red dress, which looked quite alluring. A leather skirt that reached her thighs exposed her long, slender, and snow-white legs to the air. The bruises that Xiao Jue had bumped into her a few days ago had long since healed.

"Nalan Yanran?"

Xiao Jue successfully condensed the Qi-gathering pills inside the Yin-Yang Cauldron and put them into jade bottles. He then put away most of the jade bottles, leaving only ten.

After putting away the Yin-Yang Cauldron, Xiao Jue said, "Here are ten fourth-grade pills, Wind Spirit Pills. Take one each month to accelerate your cultivation."

"Thank you, Master." Mo Linglin smiled sweetly and threw herself into Xiao Jue's arms.

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Half an hour later, Mo Linglin lay on Xiao Jue's body, panting, and said, "Elder Mo Cheng had a good relationship with the Yunlan Sect, so after the news of his murder spread, Senior Sister Nalan came to offer her condolences on behalf of the sect leader."

Mo Linglin is a disciple of the Yunlan Sect, but only an ordinary disciple. She also has a cousin, Mo Li, who is a direct descendant of Mo Cheng and is also a disciple of an elder in the Yunlan Sect.

Xiao Jue asked, "Where are the others?"

"Some small families sent their heads to mourn Mo Cheng, while other large families like the Ye family, which have Dou Ling experts, sent their elders to mourn. The city lord's mansion also sent people at random."

Mo Linglin smiled sweetly and said, "Although it feels like everyone is kicking a man when he's down, it's a good thing that Mo Cheng is dead. Over the years, his mental state has become increasingly unstable, and Father was always worried that the Grand Elder would lead the family into an abyss."

"Moreover, with the pills given by the master, and my father breaking through to become a three-star Dou Ling, the Mo family's status in Yancheng will not be worse than before."

Xiao Jue reached out and pressed down on Mo Linglin's head. She immediately rolled her eyes. Xiao Jue narrowed his eyes. His soul power was already at the late stage of the mortal realm, capable of covering the entire Mo family.

Now, he sensed something interesting: in a secluded room, a young man and a middle-aged man were together.

The middle-aged man hesitated, while the young man's expression was grim. He said, "Father, I don't want to just sit here and wait to die. Grandfather is already dead, and most of those who supported him have become opportunists. If this continues, our fate will definitely not be good."

The middle-aged man sighed, "Mo Li, I know what you mean, but your grandfather is no longer here. Mo Lan has broken through to the Dou Ling realm, and no one in the Mo family can rival him."

"Besides, it wasn't Mo Lan who killed your grandfather. Yunlan Sect wouldn't go against Mo Lan for our sake. Just endure it for now. Out of respect for Yunlan Sect, they won't make things too difficult for us."

Mo Li's face was grim. He couldn't understand why his father was so indecisive when his grandfather was always so cunning and treacherous. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "I plan to use the medicine that my grandfather gave me before. As long as I consummate the relationship with Nalan Yanran, there won't be any surprises."

"Father, when the time comes, you can help me put drugs in the food I send to Nalan Yanran, and then find a way to frame Mo Lan. Then you can become the head of the Mo family."

The middle-aged man clearly began to hesitate. Seeing that he did not refuse immediately, Mo Li hurriedly intensified her efforts, trying to persuade him to take a gamble with her.

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"Hello, I am Nalan Yanran."

Not long after, Mo Linglin brought Xiao Jue to a courtyard on the other side of the Mo family estate, where the people from the Yunlan Sect who came to mourn Mo Cheng stayed.

The woman wore a long, flowing, moon-white robe with wide sleeves and a tight fit. A pale silver sash tied around her slender waist, perfectly showcasing her delicate figure.

The woman's hands were as delicate as tender shoots, her forehead was broad and her eyebrows were arched. Her charming smile revealed a faint air of otherworldly elegance. Her seemingly gentle smile also carried a hint of aloofness that kept people at a distance.

A pair of green jade pendants hung from the woman's delicate earlobes. As the pendants swayed, a soft tinkling sound was like a beautiful melody played by a mountain spring and rocks.

The woman in the moon-white dress who greeted them was far superior to Mo Linglin beside Xiao Jue in both temperament and appearance. Standing together, the two made one feel somewhat ashamed of oneself.

She smiled gently and said, "What happened between you and your cousin Xiao Yan back then was ultimately due to youthful impetuosity and a bit of naiveté. How is he doing now?"

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Nalan Yanran knew Xiao Jue. When he was in Wutan City, he used Ya Fei to arrange a trade between the Mittel family and the Nalan family, obtaining the Seven Illusions Azure Spirit Birth and promising to help Nalan Jie get rid of the Brand Poison before the three-year agreement was reached.

Whether it was the slight guilt she felt towards Xiao Yan for what she had done, or the hope that Xiao Jue's "teacher" could help Nalan Jie get rid of the branding poison, Nalan Yanran was very friendly towards Xiao Jue.

"Thanks to you, Xiao Yan is doing quite well." Xiao Jue found a chair and sat down, his tone somewhat playful as he looked at the old man standing behind Nalan Yanran.

The old man was dressed in the same robes, the uniform of the Yunlan Sect. He stood behind Nalan Yanran, his old eyes occasionally flashing with a sharp light as he opened and closed them. His withered hand, which was extended outside his sleeve, was also twisting slightly without rhythm, like a sharp eagle claw.

"I'm sorry." Nalan Yanran lowered her head with a hint of guilt. Xiao Jue smiled indifferently and waved his hand, saying, "These words are meaningless to me. When you went to the Xiao family to break off the engagement, I was with my teacher and didn't witness it myself, which is quite a pity. Save your words for after the three-year agreement and speak to Xiao Yan in person."

Nalan Yanran said confidently, "I will not lose to him."

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"Hmph!"

Xiao Yan, who was refining pills in Stone Desert City, rubbed his nose and looked at the burned medicinal herbs in front of him, saying speechlessly, "I have a feeling that someone is talking about me."

The old alchemist said sinisterly, "It's no use who talks about you. You haven't been able to refine a third-grade pill for so long, and you won't become a third-grade alchemist within three days. Just wait until the three-year agreement is over before you can refine the sub-flame of the Bone Spirit Cold Flame."

Xiao Yan was on the verge of tears. What alchemist would choose a Condensing Liquid Pill, which is almost as difficult to refine as a fourth-grade pill, when they first started refining third-grade pills?

(End of this chapter)