Mortal: Li Feiyu, who came from the realm of a supreme being

The village was quieter and more dilapidated than he remembered. He handed Han Li's silver to Han's parents, saying it was a reward for Han Li's good performance within the sect. The two elders were overjoyed and wiping away tears, pulling him aside to express their gratitude.

Just as he was about to take his leave, a little girl dressed in patched old clothes and barefoot led an old yellow ox out from behind the house.

The girl was about twelve or thirteen years old, thin and with slightly tanned skin from the sun, but her eyes were exceptionally bright and clear, like obsidian washed in a mountain stream. She curiously looked at this unfamiliar "senior brother" in her home, without any shyness.

Li Feiyu's gaze fell on her and paused.

It wasn't because she might be Han Li's younger sister, Han Xiaomei, but because he "saw" more.

Within this still-developing, even somewhat malnourished body, the flow of qi and blood reveals a peculiar rhythm. The bones are unique, and the potential accessibility of the meridians is extremely high. In particular, the unrefined natural "qi" surrounding the body subtly resonates with a profound and enduring meaning between heaven and earth.

He thought to himself, "Whoa!"

What kind of auspicious place is the Han family? Producing Han Li wasn't enough; this young girl's martial arts talent is clearly monstrous! Especially her physique and aura…

Li Feiyu's mind raced, his gaze falling on Han Xiaomei, and a clear plan quickly took shape.

The cultivation method he chose to focus on in this life is the "Myriad Paths of the Universe". This method is not picky and has strong compatibility, making it most suitable for starting from scratch in this unfamiliar world where the laws are obscure and resources are scarce.

However, this method also has its hidden dangers.

While it encompasses all things and governs all paths, it also lacks a core, fundamental power capable of harmonizing various forces, stabilizing its foundation, and repairing damage. If this continues, there is a risk of a fragmented foundation and an imbalance within its inner workings.

To compensate for this deficiency in "Myriad Paths of the World", the most ideal thing would be a cultivation method that contains the "power of creation".

This is precisely the key reason why he instantly thought of the "Nuwa Mending the Sky Technique". This creation-level divine skill, which originated from the "Demon Emperor's Canon", has its core essence in creation and completion. The life-creating source power derived from it can be called a top-level power for foundation, harmony and repair, which is more than enough to fill the defects of "Myriad Paths of the Forest".

Therefore, finding someone to cultivate the "Nuwa Mending the Sky Technique" is one of the long-term plans.

Han Xiaomei's innate, profound, and enduring aura perfectly matches the fundamental qualities required for the "Nuwa Mending the Sky Technique," making her a natural candidate for this skill.

If she were to cultivate this skill, the chances of success would be extremely high, and her progress might far exceed that of ordinary people.

However... if it's to be truly useful, it needs to be filmed on location at least.

He himself has no problem returning to the Outer Realm, but it's really hard to say whether local martial artists like Han Li and Han Xiaomei will be able to break through to the Outer Realm in the future.

Even in the real world, there are very few masters of outdoor scenery, let alone here. But... if there is such a rough gem, it would be a pity not to try to carve it.

Since Han Li has already started training, it won't matter if he has another sister.

Who knows, there might even be some unexpected gains.

Having made up his mind, Li Feiyu put on a warm smile and took the initiative to ask, "This must be the little sister that Junior Brother Han often mentions, right? I am his senior brother in the Seven Mysteries Sect, Li Feiyu."

Han Xiaomei blinked and obediently greeted, "Hello, Senior Brother Li."

Li Feiyu nodded, exchanged a few more pleasantries with Han Li's parents, and then, unable to refuse their hospitality, stayed for a meal.

After returning to Qingniu Town, he spent two days sorting out the accounts and personnel of the restaurants and other businesses, and setting rules.

These trivial matters posed no difficulty for him.

His attention then returned to Wuligou, or more precisely, to Han Xiaomei.

He quickly figured out the girl's daily routine. Besides helping with household chores, she spent most of her time herding cattle and gathering pig feed on the mountain. She often went to a relatively remote mountain stream on the west side of the village.

On the afternoon of the third day, Li Feiyu appeared beside the mountain stream.

He chose a flat stone, did nothing else but sit cross-legged, close his eyes and regulate his breathing, and began practicing the newly initiated Hundred-Day Foundation Building Method.

He had already quietly dissipated the internal energy of the Yang Force, and his aura quickly calmed down, blending subtly with the surrounding sounds of flowing water and rustling leaves.

Before long, the sound of rustling footsteps and soft humming could be heard.

Han Xiaomei appeared, leading an ox and carrying a small bamboo basket. She immediately spotted Li Feiyu sitting on a rock by the stream, paused for a moment, and slowed her pace.

Li Feiyu "woke up" at just the right moment, turned his head and saw her, revealing a perfectly timed surprise and smile: "What a coincidence, you're here too?"

"Senior Brother Li?" Han Xiaomei stopped and asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm stationed in Qingniu Town on orders from the Seven Mysteries Sect. In my spare time, I like to find a quiet place to practice my martial arts." Li Feiyu stood up, his tone casual. "The scenery here is beautiful, and it's quiet... Do you come here often?"

"Yes, the grass here is good, the cows love to eat it, and there's plenty of pig feed too." Han Xiaomei nodded, but her gaze was fixed curiously on the rock where Li Feiyu had just been meditating. She couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother Li, when you practice your kung fu... do you just sit like this without moving? It seems... quite different from the martial arts the storyteller in town talks about." She gestured, imitating the fist and foot moves she had imagined.

"That's what the storyteller was talking about; it's just the stances of external martial arts." Li Feiyu smiled and slowly pulled out a thin, slightly worn thread-bound book from his pocket. There were no words on the cover.

He casually flipped to a page, showed it to Han Xiaomei, and said, "What I just did was practice this."

Han Xiaomei leaned closer and saw intricate human figures drawn on the pages, covered with densely packed small characters and some winding lines. She stared wide-eyed for a long time, a clear look of confusion and… a barely perceptible longing appearing on her face.

She pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "I...I can't read." There was a hint of childish embarrassment in her words, as well as a fleeting sense of disappointment.

Li Feiyu observed her reaction, put the booklet back into his pocket, and said in a natural and gentle tone, "It's common for children from humble farming families like ours to be illiterate. When I was your age, I didn't know many characters either... Do you want to learn to read?"

"Huh? Can I do it too?" The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up.

Li Feiyu nodded and said, "Your fourth brother and I are good brothers. It's inconvenient for him to come back, so he can't take care of the family for the time being. Since I'm stationed here, I'll teach you some characters as a way of doing my part for him."

Han Xiaomei nodded vigorously without hesitation, her clear eyes looking at Li Feiyu: "I want to learn! Senior Brother Li, I'm willing to learn!"

"Alright, starting tomorrow, come here whenever you have time. I'll teach you."

From then on, the sounds of reciting and patiently explaining filled the mountain streams and beside the rocks.

Li Feiyu started by teaching the most basic words and phrases, occasionally interspersing them with simple principles or interesting stories.

Han Xiaomei studied with extreme focus and seriousness, and her intelligence and tenacity earned Li Feiyu's secret admiration.

After teaching her the agreed-upon content each time, Li Feiyu would let her practice or review on her own, and then walk to a slightly farther place, sit cross-legged again, and close her eyes to cultivate.

Rebuilding one's cultivation after losing power was not easy for his body, which had been ravaged by the Marrow Extraction Pill. However, he was extremely experienced. He focused his mind and guided his faint blood and energy according to the optimized method, visualizing and illuminating those dormant acupoints one by one.

At first it was a bit difficult, but once you got into the zone, the speed at which the acupoints opened gradually increased.

At first, Han Xiaomei only peeked at him out of curiosity. Gradually, she noticed that when this Senior Brother Li meditated, his expression was serene, his breathing was long and deep, and there seemed to be an aura around him that calmed people down.

Sometimes, as she watched him, she would unconsciously imitate his posture, trying to calm her breathing. Although she didn't quite get it right, she felt quite comfortable.

A few days later, one afternoon, Han Xiaomei finally couldn't hold back any longer. After Li Feiyu finished a long period of meditation, she whispered, "Senior Brother Li, you sit like this every day... is that how you practice some really powerful martial arts?"

Li Feiyu opened his eyes and looked into her eyes, which were full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge. He had a sudden thought and knew that the time was almost right.

He smiled and countered, "What do you think? Or...would you like to know what we're actually practicing sitting like this?"

Han Xiaomei nodded vigorously, her eyes clear and firm.

The mountain breeze blows through the stream, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Finally... they took the bait!