Battle Through the Heavens: I can solidify the talents of all things

"Why is Auntie here?"

Xiao Qing watched the woman approaching and felt a slight stirring in his heart.

The person who came was Xiao Zhan's wife, Yan Qian, the wife of the Xiao family patriarch!

Moreover, Yan Qian and Xiao Qing's mother are sisters, which means she is Xiao Qing's aunt!

It is precisely because of this blood relationship that Xiao Zhan takes good care of Xiao Qing.

Only when Yan Qian got closer could her face be seen clearly.

Yan Qian has delicate features, and her eyebrows and eyes show a faint resemblance to Xiao Qing's mother, giving her a refined and elegant beauty.

However, this beauty seems to be shrouded in a morbid atmosphere.

Her face was unhealthy and pale, lacking color. Her lips, which should have been rosy, were now pale, and her breathing seemed lighter than usual.

Xiao Qing knew the root cause of all this.

This is a lingering illness that Yan Qian developed after giving birth to Xiao Yan, due to a significant loss of vital energy. Several years have passed, and she has yet to recover; in fact, it seems to be getting worse.

Seeing her aunt's forced spirits, yet still revealing her underlying weakness, Xiao Qing felt a complex bitterness welling up in her heart.

Who could have imagined that such a gentle and kind woman would pass away just over six months later?

As he thought of this, the idea appeared uncontrollably in his mind, causing his gaze to darken slightly.

Life is unpredictable, and fate can sometimes be so cruel!

Seeing this heartwarming scene, yet subtly tinged with a sense of impending tragedy, Xiao Qing suppressed her emotions, smiled, and said to Yan Qian, "Auntie, what brings you here?"

Yan Qian had already walked closer. She first glanced at her husband, Xiao Zhan, and then her gaze fell on Xiao Qing. Her pale face was full of warmth as she said, "I saw you two talking here from afar. Qing'er, when it's your turn to take the test, relax and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Her voice was gentle, carrying the care of an elder for a younger generation, yet also subtly revealing a weakness stemming from a lack of strength.

As she spoke, she gently nudged the chubby-faced Xiao Yan beside her and said, "Yan'er, quickly call him Cousin Xiao Qing."

Xiao Yan looked up, a glint in his eyes that seemed beyond his years, and began to scrutinize Xiao Qing. He appeared somewhat curious, but still called out in a childish voice, "Cousin Xiao Qing..."

Xiao Yan tilted his head back. He had a vague impression of his cousin, who was several years older than him, but he was mostly curious.

In his current memory, his cousin Xiao Qing seemed to always stay at home, burying himself in his studies.

Wouldn't it be boring to sit facing the air for so long? At this time, Xiao Yan had not yet started cultivating and was puzzled.

"Madam, what brings you here? Didn't I tell you to rest at home?"

Xiao Zhan's tone was full of concern and care for his wife.

Upon seeing his wife, he immediately stepped forward and carefully supported her slender arm. When his gaze fell upon her still pale face, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and his heart was filled with worry.

Xiao Zhan could feel the slenderness of his wife's arm with his large hands, and its fragility, as if it could be easily blown away by the wind.

Sensing her husband's worry, Yan Qian gently patted Xiao Zhan's large hand, revealing a reassuring smile, and said softly, "Isn't it the day the clan tests Dou Qi? Yan'er is quite curious about the Xiao family's Dou Qi test, so I brought him here to see. He's almost at the stage of cultivating Dou Qi!"

As she spoke, her gaze fell upon the "little bean" at her feet.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhan immediately glared fiercely at Xiao Yan, who was hiding next to his mother, and let out a dissatisfied snort.

Doesn't this kid know that his mother is unwell?

But seeing that his son wasn't even as tall as his own leg, he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh. He just kept a stern face and muttered a low rebuke, "You brat!"

Xiao Yan was glared at by his father. The oppressive force from the depths of his bloodline made him subconsciously shrink his neck, his small head drooping down, his eyes fixed on his toes.

At the same time, he subtly tugged at his mother's clothes.

Father is most afraid of Mother!

This is a valuable conclusion that Xiao Yan reached through long-term observation.

"Don't talk about Yan'er." Seeing this, Yan Qian shook her head with a smile, and reached out her other slightly cool hand to gently stroke her son's soft hair. Her fingertips lightly caressed Xiao Yan's black hair as she helped him out of the awkward situation. "Actually... I also want to see these children of our Xiao family now, and see the future of our Xiao family..."

As she spoke, her gaze returned to the bustling square, her eyes filled with anticipation and concern for the future of her family.

Looking at his wife's gentle yet persistent expression, Xiao Zhan could only shake his head helplessly, his tone full of resignation: "You..."

He knew his wife's personality too well; she appeared gentle on the outside, but had her own principles and opinions on the inside.

If he said a few more words, he would probably be the one to receive a light "admonition" next.

Yan Qian shifted her gaze from her husband to Xiao Qing, looking him up and down with a touch of emotion in her eyes. She sighed softly and said, "Unbeknownst to me, Qing'er has grown so much..."

The boy in front of her was tall and straight, almost as tall as her. She could vaguely see the shadow of her sister in his eyes, which made her feel a pang of sadness, but also a great sense of relief.

At this moment, Yan Qian seemed to remember something, took something out of her bosom, and placed it in Xiao Qing's palm.

It was a completely black ring with an extremely antique design. It was impossible to tell what material it was made of, and it gave off a heavy, cool feeling.

The surface of the ring appears to be engraved with some long-faded patterns, but due to its age or wear, it is difficult to discern the specific shapes.

"Sigh," Yan Qian looked at the black ring, her eyes dimming with a faint sadness. She sighed softly and said, "This is a keepsake left by my sister. I found it by chance while sorting through old things not long ago, and I was thinking... perhaps I should give it to you to keep."

A black ring…

"Could this be... the ring from the original story that drained Xiao Yan's Dou Qi for three years, ultimately turning him into a cripple?!"

The legendary Heavenly Rank Battle Technique—Possession!—is the hiding place of the Medicine Master?!

Xiao Qing's gaze involuntarily fell on the black ring in his palm, his pupils contracted, and his heart rate increased sharply!

A tremendous shock surged through my mind, and countless fragments of memories from the original work flooded my brain!

Xiao Qing tried her best to control her facial expression so as not to reveal her shock.

But deep inside, a raging storm had already begun!

This seemingly ordinary ring represents the beginning of a legendary story!

An old man who could change the fate of countless people!