But such matters could wait until Yao Lao recovered further.
The dangers of the Half-Saint Tomb were not something Xiao Yan could face casually in his current state.
While Xiao Yan pondered, Xiao Zhan, Xiao Ding, and Xiao Li finally finished absorbing the soul-transmitted knowledge Xiao Yan had given them.
"An Earth-rank Intermediate skill… Qing Cang Wind Shadow Art."
"An Earth-rank Intermediate skill… Thunder Charge Mirror."
"An Earth-rank Intermediate skill… Evergreen Life Art."
The three opened their eyes in unison, exchanging glances of astonishment and joy.
In the Jia Ma Empire, even Earth-rank basic techniques were exceedingly rare.
Intermediate Earth-rank techniques were treasures of legend. To possess even one would grant any Dou Qi cultivator a decisive advantage before reaching Dou Zun.
The brothers did not know the full depths of the secret Xiao Yan had revealed, but one truth was clear—these techniques would bring explosive growth in their strength.
"Father, Eldest Brother, Second Brother—these techniques must become our trump cards. Never expose them unless absolutely necessary.
Even the slightest slip could bring ruin. Earth-rank Intermediate techniques are coveted even by Dou Huang."
Xiao Yan's words carried deep solemnity.
The reality was clear....one such skill could ignite jealousy and schemes from powerful sects.
Three such techniques, along with a set of Earth-rank skills and an Advanced Profound-rank skill Xiao Yan had granted each of them, was fortune beyond measure.
"We understand," Xiao Zhan said with a nod. "We will never reveal these techniques unless life or death demands it.
Even the skills you have taught us will be guarded closely."
The three brothers exchanged firm glances, acknowledging the gravity of Xiao Yan's words.
"Good," Xiao Yan said faintly, a smile tugging at his lips.
"But the Xiao clan must strengthen quietly. Sudden power gains breed suspicion."
He paused before revealing his next plan. "Starting tomorrow, I will begin refining a great quantity of first-grade pills to build wealth for the clan."
"Refining pills?" Xiao Zhan's eyes lit up with excitement. "Do you mean your teacher intends to refine pills to aid the Xiao clan?"
Xiao Yan shook his head. "No… it will be me."
"You?" Xiao Zhan's eyes widened in disbelief. Even Xiao Ding and Xiao Li stared in astonishment.
"You… have become an alchemist?"
Xiao Yan merely nodded, lips curving in a quiet smile.
"Heavens above!" Xiao Zhan let out a long breath, as if the world had shifted beneath him. First came Xiao Yan's breakthrough to Dou Zhe, then the unexpected favor of the ancestors, and now.....Earth-rank techniques, and the revelation that Xiao Yan was himself an alchemist.
A twelve-year-old alchemist! In the Jia Ma Empire, such talent was unheard of.
Even the famed Dan King Gu He had not reached this level at such an age.
Overcome by waves of unexpected fortune, Xiao Zhan could barely contain himself, bursting into loud, joyous laughter.
"Hahaha! The Xiao clan will rise! My son Xiao Yan truly is the destined child, a once-in-a-thousand-years prodigy!"
Seeing his father so moved, Xiao Yan could only shake his head with a faint smile. It was rare to see him so stirred.
His elder brothers too began to laugh, an odd harmony rising in the chamber.
This… feels like stepping into the Soul Hall itself, Xiao Yan thought with a wry grin.
By morning, after a night without rest, Xiao Zhan—eyes bloodshot yet burning with resolve—summoned the elders with urgency.
"Gather every available fund of the Xiao clan immediately!"
"Father, what has happened? Why mobilize all the clan's resources?" the elders asked warily.
"To purchase medicine furnaces. We will refine pills!" Xiao Zhan's voice was filled with excitement, a smile etched stubbornly on his face.
"Refine pills? Could it be… you have found an alchemist?" one elder asked, surprise plain in his voice.
The elders' expressions lit with joy—an alchemist, even of modest rank, was a priceless asset to any clan, especially in U Tan City.
Xiao Zhan nodded slowly, pride glowing in his eyes. "Indeed."
The elders leaned forward eagerly. "Which master, Father?"
Xiao Zhan's words hung in the air, heavy with mystery.
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