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Wei Yang lay comfortably on a rock outside his cave dwelling, basking in the warm sunlight.
Suddenly, he remembered something. "Oh, right."
With a flip of his hand, a rustic black iron scroll appeared in his palm.
This was something he had acquired years ago when he first arrived in the Tagore Desert, trading for it from a female mercenary.
At the time, the scroll seemed ordinary, but Wei Yang found it mysterious—it could actually devour soul power. Feeling it was unusual, he paid a certain price to obtain it.
To do so, he even exchanged some Low-Level Xuan-Grade cultivation methods and Dou Techniques that he had obtained from Mu She.
Because of this, some people mocked him for being wasteful and reckless!
Back then, Wei Yang had just broken through to Dou Ling, and his soul power was only barely comparable to that of an average Dou Huang. Despite expending a large portion of his soul power, he was unable to uncover the secrets within the black iron scroll. As a result, it had been sitting in his storage ring, gathering dust all this time.
Now, he was already a Dou Wang, and his soul power had also reached the late stage of Mortal realm.
Wei Yang gripped the black iron scroll, his expression turning serious.
A surge of vast soul power erupted from his glabella. His clothes and long hair fluttered without wind.
His soul power flowed along his arm and poured directly into the black iron scroll in his palm.
A familiar sensation instantly struck him.
That feeling of his soul power vanishing like a stone sinking into the ocean.
It was as if it had entered a bottomless abyss, disappearing entirely without a trace.
As time passed, Wei Yang’s complexion paled slightly.
Eventually, he had no choice but to stop.
Looking down at the black iron scroll in his hand, his dark eyes were filled with shock.
Even Mortal realm late-stage soul power wasn’t enough?
So much soul power had poured in, yet he couldn’t even reach the bottom.
He had no idea where its limit was!
"Don’t tell me... I need Spirit realm soul power?" Wei Yang murmured.
Letting out a long breath, he shook his head helplessly and put the black iron scroll away.
He would try again when he reached the peak of Mortal realm. If that still didn’t work, then he’d try again at Spirit realm.
He refused to believe that he couldn’t unlock its secrets!
From the secluded chamber where Xian’er was in closed-door cultivation, a powerful energy fluctuation suddenly burst forth.
Wei Yang, who was reading a book outside the cave, immediately looked up.
"Xian’er is about to break through to Dou Wang!"
A smile appeared on Wei Yang’s lips, and he couldn’t help but feel a little sentimental.
That little girl from three years ago was about to become a Dou Wang now.
The Woeful Poison Body was truly ridiculous.
And this was only because he had been suppressing her growth, preventing her from advancing too quickly. Otherwise, she might already be at Dou Zong by now!
The energy fluctuations finally settled.
Another three days passed, and the chamber was completely silent—Xian’er still hadn’t come out.
"Did something go wrong?" Wei Yang frowned.
Standing up, he walked to the stone door of the chamber and pressed his ear against it to listen.
Inside, it was completely quiet.
"Xian’er?" Wei Yang raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Ah~" A startled cry came from inside, but it quickly went silent again.
Moments later, a muffled voice finally sounded, carrying a hint of nervousness and a faint sob, "Brother Yang, I... I’m fine. You... don’t come in yet."
Wei Yang’s brows furrowed even deeper.
Only a fool would actually stay outside at this moment.
Wei Yang directly pushed open the stone door and strode into the chamber.
"Xian’er." He swept his senses across the room and immediately located her, his gaze locking onto her figure.
On the large meditation mat, a petite figure was curled up tightly, wrapped in a thin blanket.
Xian’er’s slightly trembling voice came from beneath the blanket, filled with panic, "Brother Yang, don’t come over yet!"
Wei Yang walked forward without hesitation, crouched down, and gently patted the small body under the blanket.
Feeling her shiver slightly under his touch, he asked softly, "Xian’er, what’s wrong?"
Carefully sensing her condition, he confirmed that her aura was indeed at the Dou Wang level. Moreover, it was stable and restrained, showing no signs of instability.
So, it wasn’t a problem with her breakthrough.
Wei Yang felt much more at ease. As long as it wasn’t an issue with her breakthrough, everything was fine.
He gently patted the delicate figure hiding under the blanket and spoke softly, "Xian’er, what happened? Can you tell me?"
"Brother Yang, wuu... I... I’ve become ugly," Xian’er’s muffled voice came from under the blanket, carrying a hint of sobbing.
"...Huh???" Wei Yang was confused, his mind full of question marks.
In the original story, there was no mention of the Woeful Poison Body making someone ugly.
He reached out and directly lifted the blanket.
At that moment, hair as pale as snow cascaded before his eyes, flowing like a waterfall.
Xian’er raised her head, her delicate face tear-streaked, looking pitifully at Wei Yang.
The snowy-white hair only added a unique charm to her already delicate and pitiable appearance.
Wei Yang was momentarily stunned before he came back to his senses and chuckled, "Xian’er, you haven’t become ugly at all. If anything, you’ve become even more beautiful."
"R-Really?" Xian’er’s expression brightened, though she still looked uncertain.
"Of course it’s true. Why would I lie to you?"
Wei Yang smiled, sat beside her, and pulled her into his embrace. His fingers gently ran through her long hair as he gazed into her eyes. "This is clearly beautiful—how is it ugly?"
Her fair skin and snowy-white hair complemented each other perfectly, enhancing her beauty rather than diminishing it.
Seeing that Wei Yang wasn’t just comforting her, Xian’er’s mood lifted significantly.
Her biggest fear had been that Wei Yang would find her repulsive.
A slight blush crept onto her cheeks as she grabbed a strand of her own hair and pouted, murmuring softly, "After breaking through to Dou Wang, I suddenly found that all my hair had turned white, and I can’t change it back."
"Silly girl, hair color isn’t something you can change just because you want to. This is related to your constitution," Wei Yang explained gently.
He reached out, holding her hand as he carefully examined her condition. "How does your body feel? Do you have any trouble controlling your Dou Qi?"
After a thorough check, he felt relieved. The poisonous energy within her body wasn’t leaking out at all, meaning her control was still excellent.
"My Dou Qi is fine. I feel like I can control it very well," Xian’er shook her head but frowned slightly in dissatisfaction. "It’s just that my hair turned so ugly. It looks awful."
Wei Yang patted her smooth back and laughed softly. "How could that be? You look even more beautiful now. And to me, Xian’er will always be the most beautiful." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on noⅴelfire.net
"Really?" Xian’er lifted her gaze, joy flickering in her bright, watery eyes.
No girl could resist being praised by the person she loved.
The next moment, Wei Yang leaned down and sealed her soft lips with his.
Her delicate body trembled, tensing up momentarily before melting into his embrace.
A long time passed before their lips finally parted.
"Do you believe me now?" Wei Yang asked.
"Mhm..." Xian’er nodded lightly, nestling into his chest.
At the back mountain of the Xiao Clan, on the familiar peak.
Wei Yang stood straight, hands clasped behind his back, his figure draped in a black robe as he gazed up at the bright moon in the night sky.
The cool night breeze brushed past, rustling the branches, filling the quiet night with soft, whispering sounds. His robe fluttered slightly with the wind.
A transparent, elderly figure drifted over, holding a rustic black ring in his hand.
"Little Wei, why are you calling this old man out in the middle of the night?" The aged figure floated beside him, stopping a short distance away to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
He, too, lifted his head to gaze at the full moon, his eyes carrying a hint of nostalgia as if lost in thought.
The moonlight poured down like silver, draping a faint, silken glow over both the young and the old.
Wei Yang remained silent.
The two simply stood there, quietly watching the bright moon.
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