"Yiran-jiejie also wants to undergo meridian nourishment?"Stepping on the marble by the bath pool, Ning Rongrong slowly walked up to Meng Yiran.
Being stared at so directly by Ning Rongrong, Meng Yiran nervously rubbed her fingers together."After all, it can raise one's level by three ranks in a single session—it can greatly enhance soul power and give more time to break through higher levels."
"It's indeed a powerful ability. If others found out, I can't imagine how many would line up begging Xiao Yan to help nourish their bodies."
Just thinking about Xiao Yan being surrounded by countless girls made Ning Rongrong feel a bit jealous.
That scoundrel is getting off way too easy!
She wasn't wrong—being able to quickly increase three levels of soul power was an ability comparable to Tang Monk's flesh in the eyes of Douluo Continent's soul masters.
"Is it really as painful as Xiao Yan said?" Meng Yiran asked again.
Ning Rongrong smiled and shook her head. "No way. I did feel some pain, but it wasn't nearly as bad as Xiao Yan made it sound—like he was about to die or something. That was just him making things up to scare people."
Blinking her dark eyes, Zhu Zhuqing asked curiously, "Rongrong, that's how you felt? Then why did I feel both pain and pleasure at the same time when I did it with Xiao Yan? That strange mix of sensations nearly drove me crazy."
Hearing two completely different experiences, Meng Yiran looked a little lost. For a moment, she didn't know who to believe.
"It must be because Xiao Yan's strength has improved again recently—that's why the sensations and effects differ," Ning Rongrong guessed, biting her red lips lightly.
Straightening her back, Ning Rongrong smiled at the group. "Didn't you all see the changes in me for yourselves?"
Looking at how much Ning Rongrong's "spirit-guided device" had grown, the other girls found her words quite convincing.
After all, results speak louder than words.
Holding Meng Yiran's hands, Ning Rongrong gazed at her sincerely. "Yiran-jiejie, for the sake of power, even though it's a bit painful during the process, just bear with it—it'll pass quickly. Three whole ranks of soul power! Xiao Yan told me my improvement was even greater than Zhuqing-meimei's."
Meng Yiran nodded eagerly, deeply tempted.
Xiao Yan had told her that as long as she wished, he could perform the meridian nourishment for her again.
"That's the spirit!" Ning Rongrong rejoiced inwardly.
Good sister, don't be mad at me—this is all for your own good, to help you grow stronger.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yan—still deep in cultivation—had no idea that Ning Rongrong was digging a pit for him.
In the days that followed, Xiao Yan immersed himself completely in his training.
Other than cooking, guiding them, and preparing medicine, he spent most of his time sitting cross-legged in meditation.
Though Meng Yiran wanted to ask him for meridian nourishment, she never found the right moment.
His success in cultivating while dividing his attention gave Xiao Yan new insights—he began to understand many things differently.
Time passed little by little, and before he knew it, two months had gone by.
The midday sun was warm and gentle.
The lingering autumn rain had finally drifted away, and the long-lost sunlight once again bathed the land. Warmth spread everywhere, like an old friend returning after a long absence, seeping into hearts that had been clouded for days.
"Now, isn't this supposed to be your rest time?" Xiao Yan asked as he walked over to Zhu Zhuqing, who was still training diligently with her Chui Jian Shen Zhao technique on the grassy field.
Zhu Zhuqing stopped and turned, hands clasped behind her back like a child caught doing something wrong.
"I just wanted to figure out a stronger way to use Chui Jian Shen Zhao. Rongrong's sword techniques are getting way too powerful…"
Xiao Yan could only sigh helplessly at the vast difference in combat strength.
Indeed, letting Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran both practice Piaomiao Sword Technique wasn't impossible—but it completely went against the founding principle of the Soul Hall.
To abandon one's martial soul would be, frankly, to deny the very essence of Douluo Continent itself.
The Soul Hall was meant to let soul masters center around their own soul power and integrate their martial souls with martial arts—unleashing power far beyond traditional cultivation.
Having seen Chen Xin, a Titled Douluo, demonstrate his soul skills firsthand, Xiao Yan deeply understood how terrifyingly powerful true soul techniques could be.
To reject the entire soul master system just because its training methods were outdated was absolutely wrong.
Xiao Yan never believed that.
Even though he had possessed considerable power since childhood, he still thought that after reaching Soul Saint level, Soul Douluo and Titled Douluo wielded far greater strength.
And reality proved him right—Titled Douluo were indeed immensely strong.
Even now, though his strength rivaled a Titled Douluo's, he didn't think of himself as invincible.
In faint glimpses of intuition, he sensed that through the long river of time, there must have been true geniuses among soul masters who broke past level ninety—reaching level one hundred, transforming both their strength and lifespan.
Holding Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist, Xiao Yan comforted her. "I already told you—your martial techniques differ in power. To enhance their might, effort alone isn't enough."
"Then what else do I need to do?" Zhu Zhuqing looked up and asked softly.
Seeing her slightly tired face, Xiao Yan reached out and pinched her cheek. "I think what you need right now is a nap. Maybe when you wake up, you'll have figured it out."
"How could anyone figure out martial arts in their sleep!" Zhu Zhuqing pouted—this guy was up to something again.
After spending so much time with Xiaoxue and the others, she had come to understand many things.
That whole "mosquito bite" excuse Xiao Yan used before? Total lie. He'd tricked her into doing something utterly embarrassing.
"I've had plenty of breakthroughs while sleeping, you know," Xiao Yan said as he tightened his arms around her waist and leaned closer. "I'm sleepy too. Just keep me company, okay?"
Unable to resist his pleading, Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly. "Fine, let's go back to the room."
With a casual wave, Xiao Yan condensed a vine bed right there on the ground, then rolled onto it with Zhu Zhuqing in his arms.
"Why go back? The sunlight's perfect here—ideal for a nap." He let her rest her head on his arm and slowly closed his eyes.
The warm sunlight, the soft breeze—it was the kind of weather that made one too lazy to move.
Zhu Zhuqing whispered, "You better not try anything. Before Rongrong and the others come back, you'd better get up."
By then, Xiao Yan was already fast asleep.
He felt he was on the verge of understanding many things—he just needed the right trigger.
And that kind of breakthrough couldn't be forced through thought alone.
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