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"Yan Xiaobao!" she shouted loudly. Her voice pierced through the crisp evening air, her hair disheveled as she rushed toward the young man.
Seeing the woman, Yan Xiaobao frowned slightly. He had promised safety—or at least tried to—for the sole reason that Wan Qiao had commanded him to do so. Personally, he knew nothing about the woman. She was just another person around him, soone he didn’t need to concern himself with. His thoughts were simple.
Within the Divine Domain, Yan Xiaobao understood that Frozen General held no real power, but he also knew that General Frozen could easily kill his friends in the Capital of the Divine Domain.
The last warning he was given still echoed throughout Yan Xiaobao’s heart. If he beca friends with soone, then that person would die. If he couldn’t catch the one he intended to kill, who could say he wouldn’t take away other friends instead. Therefore, Yan Xiaobao dared not form any relationships. He treated everyone with equal respect, but strangers could never get close to him. The only person who could be considered a friend was Wan Qiao, though their relationship was far from friendly.
Seeing Li ilin approaching him, Yan Xiaobao was montarily lost. He offered her a welcoming smile, "Miss Li," he said with a slight bow of his head. "I must apologize for my appearance, but I have just completed my daily training," he continued. He knew she was well aware of this; still, he made an effort to show courtesy.
The woman nodded, indicating her understanding. After a mont, as they walked together toward the main palace, neither spoke a word. Besides a warm bath, Yan Xiaobao considered nothing else that might soothe his aching muscles before delving into a night filled with cultivation. As he wondered about using the blue cloud, his brow furrowed. He vividly recalled the pain it had brought him.
Li ilin misunderstood his furrowed brows, interpreting them as impatience. She inhaled deeply before hastily summoning her courage.
"Young man, are you human or beast?" she asked uncertainly, unsure if he’d even respond to her. Unlike last ti, he now seed distant, entirely unapproachable.
"Neither," Yan Xiaobao replied briefly before nodding slightly. Turning right, he left the stunned woman behind. Li ilin narrowed her eyes slightly, her face contorted in displeasure. Lost in thought, she bit her lip, overwheld by a bittersweet sensation. It was evident Yan Xiaobao had no intention of speaking with her, but she was accustod to rejection. In her work as a Senior Observer, she had dealt with reluctant parties refusing to communicate, often taking out their anger on the ssenger. If one rejection from Yan Xiaobao was enough to dissuade her from trying again, then her na would not be Li ilin.
Watching Yan Xiaobao’s departing silhouette, a cold smile appeared on her face. She turned around and headed back to her room, her sharp eyes filled with determination as she prepared herself to try again the next day.
After parting ways with Li ilin, Yan Xiaobao spent no extra ti dwelling on her but focused entirely on his own body. All day long, he was overwheld by the sheer power inside him. Being a werewolf was simply astonishing. Even pushing past his limits no longer felt as difficult as before. He was thrilled by the speed at which his training progressed.
Out of curiosity, Yan Xiaobao experinted with his full-body wolf form; however, while the transformation was imnsely significant, he still lacked the ability to fully control it. The werewolf form granted him greater strength and was much easier to manage.
After a particularly satisfying bath, Yan Xiaobao returned to his room, walking straight to his bed. Sitting down, he let out a groan as threads of blue cloud burst forth from his Lower Dantian. As soon as it happened, he fell into a trance-like state. His entire focus shifted to cultivation, refining the essence of heaven and earth, as white mist rolled off his body in waves. It created an illusion of a night sky, with stars being absorbed into the young man’s forehead.
The pain was imnse, but Yan Xiaobao persisted. He was no fool; though he couldn’t yet control this golden energy or pinpoint the source of his tornt, he understood that the golden energy belonged to Wu Wei. He couldn’t locate it because it was likely stored in his Upper Dantian, the one he had yet to unlock.
This was all just speculation, but Lan Feng seed to share the sa thoughts as Yan Xiaobao. Seeing the youth transform into a truly mystical beast, the Phoenix within him was thrilled.
Lan Feng usually kept a low profile within the Divine Domain. Though it was his holand, hearing Wan Qiao regarded as the supre existence there shocked him. He wasn’t entirely amazed by Wan Qiao’s strength, but the fact she was still alive stunned him profoundly. Their relationship was notably strained, and for that reason, as long as Wan Qiao’s training thods were followed, Lan Feng refrained from teaching Yan Xiaobao anything directly.
Despite his disdain for Wan Qiao, Lan Feng approved of her training plan. Long before she took on the role of caretaker, he had utilized it himself. Now, knowing Yan Xiaobao required the best preparation to stand a chance against his enemies, Lan Feng ignored his animosity toward Wan Qiao, feeling exhilarated by the youth’s steady growth in power, day by day.
When morning broke, Yan Xiaobao endured yet another night of unbearable pain. Nonetheless, his gaze remained resolute. Though the suffering was imnse, if it made him stronger, then he’d willingly march into Hell itself. To acquire the strength needed to rise to the pinnacle, to stand at the summit as a master among masters, Yan Xiaobao believed he would do whatever it took.
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