*Chapter 7: Comprehending the Soul Refining Technique, Mortal Rank Low Level*

"I... what is happening?" Xiao Lin murmured, bewildered. Hadn't he just been gravely injured in an ambush by his enemies? Wasn't he on the verge of death?

Why did his body suddenly feel stronger than ever before?

"Father, your injuries..." Xiao Zhan reached out and felt around Xiao Lin's body, his voice filled with disbelief, "They're completely healed!"

The three elders of the Xiao family were equally shocked. How could this be? Their patriarch, who had been on the brink of death just moments ago, had suddenly recovered as if nothing had happened!

Even Yao Lao was dumbfounded.

He hadn't taught Xiao Yan any alchemy techniques yet, and this kid had somehow managed to concoct a pill that defied the heavens by relying solely on the Xiao family's medical books.

In Yao Lao's prime, refining a pill to heal Xiao Lin's injuries would have been child's play.

But how many alchemists of his caliber were there in the entire Dou Qi Continent?

The pill Xiao Yan created, though using ordinary methods and simple ingredients that any physician could access, could be easily produced.

Yao Lao's exquisite pills were reserved for the few, while Xiao Yan's creation could be widely used by many.

Comparing the two, the difference was like night and day.

After all, the most wonderful things are useless if they cannot be used. In this case, Xiao Yan's creation was far more practical.

Having witnessed Xiao Yan's talent in medicine, Yao Lao grew even more excited. He wondered just how much this genius disciple would grow under his guidance as the continent's greatest alchemist.

Despite his recovered injuries, Xiao Lin did not appear joyful. Instead, a thoughtful expression filled his eyes.

The ups and downs of life often cause a shift in one's mentality, and having just walked through the gates of hell, he was no exception.

In recent years, the Xiao family had grown stronger with the presence of him, a Dou King.

However, this had also attracted increasingly powerful enemies.

This time, he managed to kill the opponent despite his injuries.

But next time, if the enemy survived and recovered, without him, the family's strongest warrior, the Xiao family would face an existential crisis.

The strength of a family lies not only in its talented members but also in having a powerful figure to stand guard and turn the tides in critical moments.

At that moment, Xiao Lin considered stepping down to let Xiao Zhan take over while he secluded himself to train diligently.

"It's the effect of that white pill!"

A loud and excited shout snapped everyone out of their shock, drawing everyone's attention.

Elder Han stroked his beard, gazing at Xiao Yan nestled in Qin Yueyao's arms.

"Initially, I thought that the medicinal ingredients this kid took from the pharmacy were wasted, but who would have thought that he quietly concocted a life-saving pill that can bring back the dead and heal bones!"

"Truly, I am getting old~!" Elder Han shook his head with a smile.

The three elders recalled the pill Xiao Yan had produced, their eyes lighting up as they looked at him.

Who hasn't been wounded in battle before? If one had such a miraculous pill in hand, wouldn't it be akin to having an extra life?

The First Elder rubbed his hands together, grinning as he looked at Qin Yueyao, "I wonder how many of these miraculous pills little Xiao Yan has made? If we could get a few hundred of them, our Xiao family could soon dominate Wutan City."

A few hundred? Does he think they're as common as food? Xiao Yan rolled his eyes, burying his head in his mother's hair.

After so much effort, he had only managed to produce one.

Did they think miraculous pills were blown in by the wind?

Qin Yueyao patted the boy in her arms, helplessly looking at the elders, "This little one seems to have fallen asleep."

How could he sleep at a time like this? The Xiao family was about to undergo a great transformation.

The First Elder wanted to ask Qin Yueyao to wake Xiao Yan, but he hesitated, reluctant to disturb the hero who had just rendered such a great service to the Xiao family. His forehead broke out in a sweat from worry.

Xiao Lin spoke gravely, "The scent of blood here is overwhelming. It's not good for a child. Yueyao, take Yan'er to rest."

With Xiao Lin's command, the three elders had no choice but to suppress their eagerness for the moment.

Qin Yueyao nodded slightly and left the room with Xiao Yan.

After stepping out of Xiao Lin's courtyard, she extended a slender finger to poke Xiao Yan's small face, "I didn't expect you, little rascal, to create such a miraculous thing in secret!"

"And you're quite smart, pretending to sleep to avoid those old folks pestering you for more pills. As expected of my son, Xiao Yueyao!"

Xiao Yan tightened his grip around Qin Yueyao's neck but didn't open his eyes, pretending to be sound asleep.

Unable to tell if he was truly asleep or not, Qin Yueyao could only carry him back to their residence.

Lying in bed, Xiao Yan began to meditate, comprehending a method to refine his soul.

Now that he had saved both his mother and grandfather, it was time to focus on his cultivation.

Soul power grows along with a person's development and breakthroughs in strength.

However, given Xiao Yan's age and his Dou Qi level, any growth or increase in his soul power would be minimal.

Yet, what makes an extraordinary talent so special is the ability to gain deep insights from the smallest signs.

To sense the fall of a leaf is to know the autumn of the world; to see the birth of spring is to foresee the death of winter.

No matter how mighty a technique, combat skill, or secret art, it was all originally created.

With his extraordinary talent, Xiao Yan possessed the ability to create such things.

[Through observing the minute growth of your soul power during your personal development and the slight enhancements in soul power with each Dou Qi breakthrough, after many days of research, you have an epiphany. You have comprehended a mortal-level low-grade technique: "Purple Mansion Celestial Technique."]

["Purple Mansion Celestial Technique" is a basic soul cultivation method suitable for those with a soul power below the mortal-level low grade. For those above that level, the effect of the technique will be greatly diminished.]

"It worked!" Xiao Yan's heart was filled with excitement.

The techniques to cultivate soul power had become exceedingly rare over time on the Dou Qi Continent.

Currently, those who possess such methods are all immensely powerful entities.

Living in this remote region of the Dou Qi Continent, Xiao Yan, at the mere age of four, had already started cultivating a soul technique. In a way, he had surpassed everyone else on the continent.

The cultivation methods of soul power are extremely esoteric and complex, beyond the grasp of most children.

Even within powerful clans, though they may possess such techniques, it's rare for anyone to begin cultivating at the tender age of four.

As soon as he comprehended the soul cultivation method, Xiao Yan immediately started practicing the "Purple Mansion Celestial Technique."

The soul power centered in his brow began to rotate slowly. Gradually, a tingling sensation spread from his brow.

Then, Xiao Yan sensed a peculiar pull emanating from his brow.

*(End of the Chapter)*