Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Now that the plan was in place, Wu Yazi was unwilling to wait any longer.

Originally, he only wanted to kill Ding Chunqiu to avenge himself, but now he realizes that absorbing Ding Chunqiu's life's worth of power is even more painful than killing him directly.

Then, putting aside his thoughts of this rebellious disciple, he said in a deep voice to Wang Yuyan, "Yuyan, kowtow to me and join my Xiaoyao Sect."

Kowtowing nine times is a rule of our sect.

Wang Yuyan glanced at Murong Fu, and seeing that he nodded, she handed the child to him and knelt down to kowtow nine times.

Wu Yazi was originally her maternal grandfather, and he was going to pass on his more than seventy years of martial arts skills to her, so he would be considered her master in the future.

After kowtowing to Wu Yazi, Wang Yuyan stood up, clasped her hands in greeting, and said, "Master."

Suddenly, she realized that she had become her maternal grandfather's teacher, which meant that she and her mother were now of the same generation.

Wu Yazi, of course, had no idea what Wang Yuyan was thinking. Seeing her accept him as her master, he was overjoyed and said, "Good child! Come here!"

Wang Yuyan walked up to him, and Wu Yazi grabbed her wrist. In no time, Wang Yuyan's three months of internal energy, Xiao Wuxiang Gong, dissipated completely.

Then Wu Yazi leaped up, somersaulted in mid-air, the square scarf on his head flew off, his hair spread out, he braced his knees on the roof beam, and hung upside down, his head touching Wang Yuyan's head, their skulls meeting.

Wang Yuyan was prepared, but she felt her mind getting hotter and hotter. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and her head was about to explode, but she was still struggling to hold on.

The heat opened up his eight extraordinary meridians and twelve regular meridians, connecting the true qi in his body and forming a great circulation of qi and blood.

Wang Yuyan achieved the Innate Realm!

After a moment of confusion, Wang Yuyan's mind gradually cleared. She opened her eyes and saw Wu Yazi's grandfather holding Ding Chunqiu's wrist with his right hand.

Ding Chunqiu had stopped calling out, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

All I could do was silently lament my misery.

Those who are drawn in by the Northern Darkness Divine Art are like those who have touched an electric wire; they cannot easily break free.

But Ding Chunqiu was different from ordinary people. He had practiced poison skills for more than thirty years, and his palms and body were full of toxins. If an ordinary person were to absorb his internal energy, he would only be poisoned to death.

Ding Chunqiu thought the same way. Even if he lost all his power, he would still poison Wu Yazi to death to take the fall for him.

But they happened to have Murong Fu, a master of medicine, by their side.

After inquiring about the principles of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, he examined Ding Chunqiu's body and found that, like a snake, Ding Chunqiu had specific pathways for storing poison, rather than being covered in toxins.

Then, he easily sealed Ding Chunqiu's poison acupoints and pointed out the best and safest location for the Beiming Divine Skill to Wu Yazi.

Wu Yazi was instructed to align his thumb's Shaoshang acupoint with Ding Chunqiu's Lieque acupoint. Ordinary people practice martial arts by following the three Yin meridians of the hand, starting from the Zhongfu acupoint and ending at the Shaoshang acupoint. However, the Beiming Divine Art reverses this process, starting from the Shaoshang acupoint and ending at the Zhongfu acupoint.

However, Ding Chunqiu's hands contained too much poison. Although aligning the Shaoshang acupoint would be the most effective method, it would cause Wuyazi to be poisoned instantly.

At this moment, Wu Yazi only had a few years' worth of internal energy left, which was fragile and his body was extremely weak. Therefore, Murong Fu ultimately chose the Lieque acupoint on his wrist for him.

Then, Ding Chunqiu's entire power flowed like a river into a dried-up sea, passing through the Lieque acupoint on his wrist, then through the Shaoshang acupoint of Wuyazi, and into Wuyazi's body.

Half an incense stick's time had passed, and Ding Chunqiu had been completely drained by Wu Yazi. At this moment, Ding Chunqiu's skin was rough, his face was withered, his thick hair had all fallen out, and his once shiny, silvery beard was now sparse and thin.

It was already showing signs of exhaustion and depletion.

He groaned and murmured as if he wanted to say something, but after Wu Yazi's desperate absorption, Ding Chunqiu's vocal cords were already too loose to hold.

He could only glance at them occasionally, unable to muster any fierce look in his eyes anymore; he could only stare at Murong Fu and Wuyazi with despair.

Master Murong was kind-hearted and couldn't stand such looks, so he kicked Ding Chunqiu, sending his head flying.

Seeing that Wu Yazi was still meditating with his eyes closed, Murong Fu gently embraced Wang Yuyan and asked:

"Cousin, how are you feeling?"

Wang Yuyan stretched her body and said, "Cousin, I'm fine. I feel... the world seems a little different now?"

Murong Fu asked, "Is it good or bad?"

Wang Yuyan said, "It's good. It seems like I can see things more clearly and hear things more clearly now."

Wow, that's amazing!

Murong Fu's breakthrough from a second-rate master's internal energy to the Innate Realm was a huge improvement, but it was nowhere near as significant as Wang Yuyan's breakthrough from an ordinary person to the Innate Realm in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

He patted her head and said gently:

"Cousin, welcome to the world of innate masters."

Wang Yuyan murmured, "So this is the Innate Realm?"

Then I felt the vast true energy within my body, flowing continuously. Even if I couldn't cultivate in the future, it would continue to nourish my body, but it certainly wouldn't be as effective as deliberate cultivation.

She raised her slender, jade-like arm. At first glance, it seemed that there was no change, but upon closer inspection, her skin appeared to be more delicate than before, with a subtle radiance.

She clenched her fist. It was just like before, still as delicate and tender as a scallion, but with the support of her powerful internal energy, Wang Yuyan felt that she could crush iron locks and silver ingots.

I imagine my physical condition must have improved dramatically, and my breathing is now long and deep, so... future Sanskrit lessons won't be something that can be finished in half an hour.

Murong Fu naturally had no idea what Wang Yuyan was thinking.

Even if he knew, he would only let her come at him; he, Master Murong, had plenty of strength and means.

Another incense stick's time passed, and Wu Yazi opened his eyes, sighed deeply, and indeed showed no signs of depression.

"Hehe, the effect is not bad. I have gained more than forty years of internal energy and avenged my great enemy. Even without treatment, I can live for another four or five years without much problem."

"Yu Yan has acquired about 65 years' worth of my internal energy cultivation, which is better than I imagined."

A person's lifespan is more or less affected by their mood, especially for a disabled master like Wu Yazi who clings to life with a single breath of resentment.

Knowing that he had no hope of avenging himself, he conceived the idea of ​​passing on his skills to a disciple to seek revenge. His wish was to die quickly to preserve his skills as much as possible.

If you want to die, how can you live long?

If Wu Yazi were a heartless person who believed it was better to live a miserable life than to die, then with his skill, even if he were physically crippled, surviving to 100 years old would be easy.

But now that his great revenge has been achieved, and he has hope of surviving—he wants to see his successor master the sect's divine skills, plus Murong Fu says he can cure his body.

Naturally, I was in a great mood.

"Young Master Murong, please accept my bow. You saved my life, avenged my blood feud, and preserved the legacy of my Xiaoyao Sect."

He then bowed deeply to Murong Fu from mid-air.

Although Wu Yazi was of a much higher generation than Murong Fu, they were not blood relatives after all, and Wu Yazi had indeed received too much kindness from Murong Fu. Therefore, they addressed each other as equals and discussed matters separately.

Murong Fu bowed and returned the bow.

Wu Yazi asked, "Young Master Murong, is that traitorous disciple dead?"

After he finished speaking, the three of them turned to look at Ding Chunqiu, who was still convulsing on the ground.