Battle Through the Heavens: Heavenly comprehension

"Where am I...?" Xiao Lin murmured, feeling as if he had just awakened from a dream. Hadn't he been gravely injured and on the brink of death after being surrounded and attacked by his enemies?

Why did his body feel even stronger than before?

"Father, your wounds..." Xiao Zhan exclaimed in disbelief, his hands carefully feeling Xiao Lin's body. "They're healed—completely healed!"

The three great elders of the Xiao family were utterly shocked. How was this possible? Just moments ago, their patriarch was on the verge of death, yet now he had recovered as if nothing had happened!

Even Yao Lao was dumbfounded.

He hadn't taught Xiao Yan any alchemy, yet this little boy had managed to concoct such a miraculous pill just by relying on the medical books within the Xiao family.

Back in his prime, Yao Lao could easily refine a pill to heal Xiao Lin's injuries with minimal effort.

However, how many alchemists of his level existed across the entire Dou Qi Continent?

The pill Xiao Yan had created, though made through simple means, was accessible to any physician with the right ingredients, making it easy to produce in large quantities.

Yao Lao's meticulously crafted pills were exclusive to the elite few, whereas Xiao Yan's medicine could be used by many with ease.

The difference between the two was like heaven and earth.

After all, no matter how exceptional something was, if it couldn't be widely used, it would ultimately remain a mere legend.

In this regard, Xiao Yan's creation proved far more practical.

Realizing Xiao Yan's extraordinary talent in medicine, Yao Lao became increasingly eager to see how this genius disciple would grow under the guidance of the continent's greatest alchemist.

Despite his injuries being fully healed, Xiao Lin did not display any joy. Instead, a look of deep contemplation appeared on his face.

Life's ups and downs could profoundly impact a person's outlook, and having just narrowly escaped death, Xiao Lin's perspective had shifted.

Over the years, the Xiao family had grown increasingly powerful under his leadership as a Dou King expert.

However, with greater strength came greater enemies.

This time, he had managed to defeat his enemies despite suffering severe injuries.

But what if next time, his opponents emerged victorious? If he fell, the Xiao family would be left vulnerable and face complete annihilation.

The family's prosperity depended not only on talented young members but also on the presence of a powerful guardian who could turn the tide in their favor during times of crisis.

At this moment, Xiao Lin considered stepping down and allowing Xiao Zhan to take over while he retreated into seclusion for intense cultivation.

"It must be the effect of that white pill!"

A sudden excited exclamation snapped everyone out of their shock, drawing their attention.

Elder Han stroked his beard and gazed at Xiao Yan, who was nestled in Qin Yueyao's embrace.

"I originally thought this little guy had wasted all the medicinal ingredients from the pharmacy, but I never expected him to quietly create such a miraculous life-saving pill!"

"I'm really getting old," Elder Han chuckled and shook his head.

The three great elders, recalling the white pill Xiao Yan had produced, gazed at him with eyes full of anticipation.

After all, who wouldn't want a miracle cure for injuries sustained in battle? Having such a pill at hand could mean the difference between life and death!

The First Elder rubbed his hands together and grinned sheepishly at Qin Yueyao. "I wonder how many of those divine pills Xiao Yan has managed to produce?"

"Give us old folks a few hundred of those pills, and our Xiao family will soon surpass Wu Tan City!"

"A few hundred? Do you think they're as easy to make as rice?" Xiao Yan rolled his eyes and nestled his head into his mother's fragrant hair.

He had spent so much effort just to create a single pill.

Did they really think such a miraculous medicine could be conjured up like a gust of wind?

Qin Yueyao patted the drowsy Xiao Yan in her arms and looked at the elders with a helpless smile. "This little one seems to have fallen asleep."

"Asleep? At a time like this?" The Xiao family was on the verge of a monumental change!

The Great Elder wanted to ask Qin Yueyao to wake Xiao Yan up, but he hesitated, unwilling to disturb the young hero who had just performed such a great service for the family. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Xiao Lin spoke in a deep voice, "The scent of blood here is too strong, it's not good for a child. Yueyao, take Yan'er to rest."

With Xiao Lin's order, the three elders had no choice but to suppress their desires for more of the miraculous pills.

Qin Yueyao nodded slightly, stood up, and left the room.

Once outside Xiao Lin's courtyard, she playfully poked Xiao Yan's small face with her slender finger. "I can't believe you quietly managed to create something of such a high level!"

"And you're quite clever too—pretending to sleep to avoid those old men begging for more pills. As expected of my son!"

Xiao Yan tightened his grip around Qin Yueyao's neck but kept his eyes closed, maintaining the appearance of deep sleep.

Not sure whether he was truly asleep or just pretending, Qin Yueyao had no choice but to take him back to their residence.

Lying on his bed, Xiao Yan calmed his mind and began contemplating the cultivation method for soul power.

Now that his mother and grandfather were safe, it was time for him to focus on his own cultivation.

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

However, given Xiao Yan's young age and his current Dou Qi level, any improvements in soul power would be minimal.

Yet, the reason why his "heaven-defying comprehension" was so extraordinary was because of its ability to derive profound insights from minute details.

Just as a single falling leaf can signify the arrival of autumn, or the budding of spring heralds the end of winter,

All powerful cultivation methods, battle techniques, and secret arts were originally created by someone.

With his exceptional comprehension, Xiao Yan possessed the ability to create such techniques himself.

[Based on the subtle growth of your soul power during your physical development and the increase triggered by your Dou Qi breakthroughs, after days of contemplation, you have achieved enlightenment and comprehended the "Purple Mansion Heaven Derivation Art" (Mortal Rank, Low Level).]

[The "Purple Mansion Heaven Derivation Art" is a basic soul cultivation method suitable for individuals at the Mortal Rank - Low Level. Its effectiveness significantly diminishes once the practitioner's soul power surpasses this rank.]

"I did it!" Xiao Yan was overwhelmed with excitement.

Soul cultivation techniques had become exceedingly rare on the Dou Qi Continent over time.

Today, only the most powerful factions possessed such methods.

For someone like him, living in a remote part of the continent, to have obtained and begun cultivating a soul technique at the mere age of four meant that he was already leagues ahead of everyone else.

Soul cultivation techniques were notoriously obscure and difficult to master, far beyond the comprehension of an ordinary child.

Even in the most influential clans, possessing such techniques did not guarantee their young heirs could begin cultivating them at the age of four.

Having grasped the essence of the "Purple Mansion Heaven Derivation Art," Xiao Yan immediately began practicing it.

The soul power residing at his brow chakra slowly began to rotate on its own. A tingling sensation gradually spread from the center of his forehead.

Then, Xiao Yan sensed an unusual force emanating from his brow, a faint but distinct suction pulling inward.

(End of Chapter)

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