To Yao Lao, it was comparable only to the legendary Burning Art he had once discovered....a mystery beyond the bounds of this continent.
"Teacher," Xiao Yan's amused voice echoed as he watched Yao Lao's expression twist between shock and disbelief. "Are these three secret arts to your satisfaction?"
The Pharma Emperor Codex had been gifted to Xiao Yan after his ascension by the remnants of the Medicine Clan.
It had once guided him through his earliest days in the Great Thousand World.
The Taiyi Soul Emperor Art came from the Soul Clan's fallen archives—spoils from their annihilation.
And the Chaos Divine Mill Visualization Method had been a gift from the Lord of the Tianyuan Realm, Zhou Yuan himself.
Though not of this world's ranking system, it belonged to the domain of gods.
With these three techniques, Yao Lao's soul would not only recover—it would soar.
"Don't call me Teacher," Yao Lao said hoarsely, his entire form trembling. "You are my teacher."
Flames of bone-white fire danced faintly around his spectral figure. His excitement was beyond control.
All three arts were top-tier soul cultivation methods.
Any one of them would be a sacred treasure in an ancient clan. And now, all three belonged to him.
With these, Yao Lao was confident that he could advance his soul cultivation unhindered until he reached the peak of the Heaven Realm.
Perhaps, within just a few years, he could recover his former strength by soul power alone.
And if he could obtain a new physical body—then breaking into the Half-Sage realm, even becoming a true Dou Saint, would only be a matter of time.
"Ha ha ha!"
Seeing Yao Lao's trembling excitement, Xiao Yan couldn't help but laugh softly. In his previous life, it had always been this old man shocking him. Now, finally, it was his turn to return the favor.
"I believe you now, little one," Yao Lao said after a deep breath, his voice trembling with sincerity. "Whatever fate binds us, this time, I owe you a great debt."
Then, to Xiao Yan's surprise, the old man cupped his hands and bent as if to bow.
"Teacher, there's no need for that," Xiao Yan said quickly, trying to support him.....but his hands passed right through the phantom form. He could only shake his head helplessly.
By the time the moon rose high, silver light spilling over the mountains, Xiao Yan had already left the back hills of the Xiao Estate, carrying the calm and quietly elated Yao Lao back within the ring.
The three secret arts had drained nearly all of his soul power, so for the next two days, Xiao Yan did something he rarely allowed himself—he rested.
Half a day of light training, and the rest in quiet leisure.
Yao Lao, however, was the opposite.
Ever since obtaining the three arts, he'd been too excited to stop.
The very next morning, he left only a trace of soul imprint beside Xiao Yan, while his main consciousness secluded itself in the back mountains, wholly immersed in study.
Among the three arts, the Pharma Emperor Codex was immensely instructive, but it didn't directly restore his soul.
The two that truly fascinated him were the Taiyi Soul Emperor Art and the Chaos Divine Mill Visualization Method.
The former could actively draw the wandering soul energy of heaven and earth to strengthen one's own spirit, allowing Yao Lao to rebuild his soul without siphoning Xiao Yan's Dou Qi anymore.
The latter, though agonizing to cultivate, tempered the soul with every session, making it denser, sharper, unyielding.
With those two together, Yao Lao's soul power was recovering at a staggering rate.
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