"Self-created soul skills can still be developed like this?" Chrysanthemum Douluo was shocked, reaching out to take the booklet and flipping it open on the spot. After only a moment, his face showed astonishment.
He quickly turned solemn. "Disciple, this theory—you must never mention it to outsiders. Even within Spirit Hall, I'll keep this for you for now."
He was indeed a man of Spirit Hall, but Spirit Hall wasn't his own family, and Bibi Dong wasn't his mother. Even if he submitted the theory, would Bibi Dong reward him with a single immortal herb? But Yang Yunhai—this was his direct disciple.
Someone who could be treated like a son, even someone who might care for him in old age.
Since the disciple treated him so well, he also had to think more for his disciple's sake.
He could submit it one day, but only when he and his disciple had pulled far ahead of everyone else. Yunhai would eventually go to Spirit City, and when he revealed his talents further, backed by this theory as a foundation, his standing within Spirit Hall would be much more secure. As a teacher, he had to pave the way.
"Disciple understands." Yang Yunhai quickly nodded, then added, "Also, there's one more matter."
"Teacher, though I owe Senior Dugu, the immortal herbs in my hands were ultimately gained by tricking him due to his ignorance. To be honest, I feel uneasy. So, to return some favor, I told Senior Dugu the effects of the remaining herbs."
"I figured, since they are all highly poisonous herbs that I couldn't consume anyway, and Senior Dugu specializes in poison, letting him make use of them wasn't wrong. Besides, I believe he won't misuse them."
"Although Senior Dugu has a strange temperament, he does have his own bottom line."
'Most importantly, I'm not only his lifesaver, but I'm also immune to all poisons, and I still have Snow Swan Kiss as a hidden trump card. But you, my Teacher, when you meet Dugu Bo next, you'd better be careful—don't get schemed against.' He silently added this in his heart.
'Seems I really have to make peace with that old thing. If he refines poisons from immortal-grade herbs, even a Titled Douluo might die.' With this thought, Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded, smiling. "Disciple, you are righteous and loyal. I am very gratified as your teacher. As for that old Dugu, well, I suppose he got lucky."
'Better hurry back, eat that immortal herb, raise my strength, and then properly face him!' Keeping his face calm, he smiled and continued, "Disciple, if there's nothing else, go back and rest. As for me, I'll think on how to deal with that old Dugu."
"Yes, Teacher." Yang Yunhai bowed respectfully, then jogged back toward the wooden house.
Chrysanthemum Douluo quietly watched him leave. He didn't ask if Yunhai had any other immortal herbs. Though he was curious, he valued this rare disciple more. Besides, there was no need—immortal herbs couldn't be consumed endlessly, and he had already received the one most suited to him.
As for the others, he could leave them to Yunhai to manage.
In any case, as long as Yunhai's companions grew stronger, he as the teacher would ultimately benefit.
With that thought, he turned and, with a few leaps, disappeared into the forest.
"Yun, I feel like you didn't tell your teacher everything just now." Inside the cabin, Yiner revealed her form, hugging his arm tightly.
'Oh? Making progress, are we? Already thinking of such things.' Yang Yunhai smiled. "Because I can't tell him. This, you'll understand in the future."
"Yiner, just remember one thing: everything I do is to protect myself, to protect you and Zhu Zhuqing. Also, what just happened, including the matter of my teacher—you must keep this secret. Don't tell Zhu Zhuqing yet."
"Mm, I understand." Yiner quickly replied.
Yang Yunhai nodded. Then, as if recalling something, he glanced outside at the night sky.
Since returning from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, he hadn't drawn lightning for cultivation even once. It wasn't that it hadn't rained, but whenever it did, he was in Heaven Dou City for battle training, where it wasn't safe to summon lightning. Of course, he could request leave and return to the valley, but if he left the team, he worried the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan might ambush him outside the city.
So he decided to play it safe for now.
After all, lightning tempering was an active skill. Whenever it rained, he could summon it, and his progress would be the same—it was only a matter of timing. Besides, the time spent training in the Great Spirit Arena had massively improved his martial soul abilities. Even though his rank hadn't advanced much, his combat strength had undergone a qualitative leap.
Energy and time were always limited. The path of cultivation had to be taken step by step. One couldn't grow fat in a single bite, let alone grab everything at once. Since his progress was steady, he didn't feel that missing lightning training was a loss.
He decided to treat it as building a stronger foundation for a future surge.
Looking at tonight's clear starry sky, he could tell it wouldn't rain for a few days. 'No rush. Once the tournament arc is over, and Shrek Academy arrives in Heaven Dou City, with Qin Ming and even Yu Tianheng leaving soon after, I'll finally have peace to push my levels.' He thought silently.
At that moment, Yiner's voice echoed again. "Yun, what does kissing mean?"
"???" Yang Yunhai froze, turning to ask, "Yiner, where did you hear that word?"
"I heard it yesterday while watching in the Great Spirit Arena," Yiner answered.
"…" Yang Yunhai fell silent.
After a moment, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist, lowering his head.
"Mm!" Yiner's eyes widened, her body stiffened, her soul trembling as a strange sensation spread from her lips into her spiritual sea, rippling through her. Even her soul-form wavered, and the next second, her cheeks flushed red.
Then Yang Yunhai lifted his head, smiling. "This is kissing. Only partners can do this."
Yiner instinctively lowered her head, poking her fingers together. "So, Yiner is Yun's partner?"
She had already learned enough about human customs to understand this word.
"Then, does Yiner want to be?" Yang Yunhai asked in return.
Yiner immediately raised her head, nodding quickly. "Mm! Yiner wants to stay with Yun forever."
'Wow, I really am scummy! But since we're already sleeping together…' Yang Yunhai patted her head, leading her back inside.
"Then… what does 'snuggling at night' mean?" Yiner tilted her head again.
"…" Yang Yunhai froze, glancing at Zhu Zhuqing still cultivating nearby, then whispered, "Yiner, I'll teach you that later. For now, you don't need to know."
Her soul-form was his soul power, and the situation was too complicated for him to even think about right now. Still, based on her reactions, her soul body was nearly indistinguishable from a real human's.
'This world really is amazing,' he sighed inwardly.
"Oh." Yiner nodded obediently.
Yang Yunhai gave a small nod, then sat back down cross-legged to continue cultivation.
Near dawn, he finally stirred awake.
Not long after, lying beside him, Yiner clung to his arm, tilting her head up with pouty lips. "Yun, kiss."
"???" Zhu Zhuqing's gaze swept over immediately.
"Ahem—Yiner heard this in the arena." Yang Yunhai quickly explained. He leaned in for a light peck.
Then he immediately turned away, lying flat with exaggerated speed, closing his eyes as though nothing had happened.
"Time to sleep." His lips moved faintly.
"…" Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head, cheeks pink, giving his waist a gentle pinch before closing her eyes.
Yiner smacked her lips softly, shifted closer, and contentedly fell asleep.
(End of Chapter)
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