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In the distance, Yao Lao and Xiao Yan were walking side by side, chatting and laughing as they strolled toward this side.
"Master-grandpa!"
"Daddy!"
"Uncle Xiao!"
The two little girls who had been running wildly on the grass spotted them from afar. With sharp eyes and loud cheers, they held hands and hopped their way over like two little bouncing rabbits.
"Hehe."
With broad smiles, Yao Lao and Xiao Yan both crouched down and each picked up one child.
"You two little rascals are getting more and more mischievous lately. All you ever do is play around all day." Xiao Yan tapped little Xiao Xiao's head, picking off the bits of grass tangled in her hair as he laughed.
"They're at the age where playing is natural. It's their nature. What, do you expect them to walk around with straight faces all day?" Yao Lao hugged his precious little disciple Wei Shuo, giving Xiao Yan a sideways glance.
The two little girls nodded vigorously in perfect sync, pecking like baby chicks. It was impossibly cute.
"Hahaha~" Yao Lao burst into hearty laughter, his eyes narrowing into slits as he grinned from ear to ear.
Xiao Yan could only shake his head helplessly. Everyone knew how protective Yao Lao was toward his three precious grand-disciples. Whoever dared say a single bad thing about them, he'd be the first to get angry.
The two men continued walking onto the grass with the children in their arms.
"Master-grandpa, Uncle Xiao." Wei Ye put down the ancient book in his hands and stood up to bow politely.
"Ye'er, reading again?" Yao Lao rubbed Wei Ye's head with a pleased smile.
Xiao Yan nodded slightly, also very satisfied.
This future son-in-law… really had nothing to criticize.
At such a young age, he was already sensible, polite, and diligent. At that moment, Wei Yang also opened his eyes, ending his cultivation session, and gestured for them to sit.
"Cultivating your soul?" Yao Lao asked with a smile as he held Wei Shuo and pulled Wei Ye down to sit beside him.
"Mm, better than doing nothing." Wei Yang poured tea for everyone and smiled.
"Senior brother, your soul realm is already higher than Master's. What else is there to complain about?" Xiao Yan sat down with his daughter in his lap, clearly speechless at the remark.
"Haha, he didn't just surpass me a little. He surpassed me by a long shot." Yao Lao laughed loudly.
"Where is it 'long shot'? Master, don't exaggerate. You're at mid-stage Heaven Realm. I'm just at the late stage, one small realm ahead." Wei Yang shook his head with a smile.
"The higher you go in the soul realm, the harder it becomes to improve. Even going forward just a little is immensely difficult." Yao Lao sighed. "Don't look down on what seems like just a one-stage gap. That one stage is actually a massive distance."
Xiao Yan nodded in agreement.
Late-stage Heaven Realm… the next step would be half-step Emperor Realm. Of course, even for Wei Yang, taking that step wouldn't be easy.
The three of them sat cross-legged on the grass, sipping tea and chatting casually.
During this period, aside from spending time with their wives and children, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan had mostly been adjusting their states of mind, slowly clearing away the lingering impact from the Hundred Reincarnation.
As for Yao Lao, he had been refining the Golden Phoenix Flame. Today was rare. Everyone just happened to be free at the same time, so they gathered to talk. There was no fixed topic. They just chatted freely.
However, with their current realms and experience, the things they casually mentioned were naturally far from simple. To ordinary people, their conversations would be filled with hidden, rare, and precious information.
The three little ones sat obediently in a row, listening very seriously to the elders. Their big round eyes stared without blinking. Not a single one acted mischievous. Their earnest, classroom-like expressions were incredibly adorable, making anyone who saw them feel joyful.
"Master, after refining the Golden Phoenix Flame, how does it feel?" Wei Yang asked.
Xiao Yan also showed a hint of curiosity.
"This flame is excellent. It suits me very well, and its compatibility with me is extremely high. In my hands, its power likely won't lose to a Heavenly Flame." Yao Lao smiled.
"That's good." Wei Yang and Xiao Yan both nodded with matching smiles.
"Setting aside raw power, just in terms of special traits alone, it surpasses many ordinary Heavenly Flames. Its immortality and healing properties are extremely rare and precious."
Yao Lao stroked his beard, clearly satisfied with the Golden Phoenix Flame, "And that thread of life force it contains gives a significant boost in alchemy. It can even raise the quality and success rate of certain pills."
Wei Yang and Xiao Yan both smiled.
Within destruction, the Golden Phoenix Flame carried a strand of life—something extremely useful for alchemy. For an alchemist, such an enhancement was very valuable. The higher the alchemy grade, the more precious the boost became.
For example, if a pill was already refined to the peak of five colors, but still one tiny step short of becoming six colored, then the Golden Phoenix Flame's enhancement might be just enough to push it to six colors.
The price difference between five-colored and six-colored pills was enormous—often nearly double. Of course, this was just a simple example. In the eyes of the three, such minor boosts weren't particularly important. At their level, it was merely "better than nothing."
After all, whether a pill was five-colored or six-colored didn't matter much to them. At the Tier 8 realm, regardless of materials, they could perfectly control and draw out every medicinal effect, without fear of failure or missteps.
But once one entered the ninth-tier, things changed. Those pills infused with the power of creation were far beyond what a mere Golden Phoenix Flame could significantly enhance. From Golden Phoenix Flame, the discussion naturally drifted to Heavenly Flames.
"In the world today, aside from us, the force that possesses the most Heavenly Flames should be the Yan Clan." Yao Lao said with a soft smile.
"Yan Clan?" Wei Ye blinked, confused. He had never heard of this force.
"The Yan Clan is one of the Eight Ancient Clan, and one of the hidden forces in the present era. They are extremely powerful." Yao Lao patted the Little One's head, patiently explaining.
"Master-grandpa, are they stronger than our Falling Star Pavilion?" Wei Shuo tilted his head, asking curiously.
"Of course. Compared to those Ancient Clans, the forces on the surface of Central Plains—those so-called 'one hall, one tower, two sects, three valleys, four pavilions'—are far inferior." Yao Lao answered gently.
"Then, what exactly are the Eight Ancient Clan? Which eight clans are they?" Wei Ye pressed further.
Yao Lao paused briefly before answering softly, "They are the Gu Clan, the Hun Clan, the Yan Clan, the Yao Clan, the Shi Clan, the Lei Clan, and the Ling Clan."
Hearing these names—forces he had never even heard mentioned before—Wei Ye's small face turned serious, his brows tightening. So in this world, there were so many powers stronger than the Falling Star Pavilion.
These were only human forces. He hadn't even accounted for magic beast forces. The Ancient Void Dragons, the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan, the Nine Serene Deep Ground Python. Counting them all, there were easily more than a dozen forces stronger than the Falling Star Pavilion.
Realizing this, Wei Ye's little hand clenched slightly.
In his heart, he quietly made a decision: One day, he would become strong enough to defeat every one of those forces. When that day came, the Falling Star Pavilion would be the strongest of all—and no one would ever dare bully him or his family again.
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