I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

Yaya's little hand gently held the fire line, her face pursed with concentration. Although her movements were clumsy, the fire line was firmly embedded in her palm.

Chen Shu's eyes were calm, and he guided the fire line without haste or impatience, letting the flame flow slowly along the meridians, quite methodical;

Jinwa was the most direct. He suddenly reached out to grab the fuse, but the fuse exploded with a "puff", burning him so much that he was in a panic, which made Yaya laugh.

"Frizzy."

Mingchuan shook his head helplessly, walked to Jinwa himself, tapped his wrist with his fingertips, and a gentle fire spiritual power was injected into his meridians, helping him to calm his restless breath.

"Fire has a fierce temper. The more impatient you are, the more disobedient it will be. Try to slow down your breathing and treat it as your partner, not prey."

Jinwa followed Mingchuan's instructions and adjusted his breathing. Sure enough, the sparks from the explosion gradually condensed and flowed gently along his meridians into his dantian, making him smile immediately.

"You're really obedient!"

Mingchuan walked over to Yaya again, looked at the thin line of fire in her body, and said softly, "Don't be afraid of it being burned. Try to wrap it with your spiritual power, just like covering a small flame with a thin blanket. It won't go out, and you won't burn yourself."

Yaya did as she was told.

Sure enough, the originally scorching fire line turned warm and slowly flowed through her body.

Yaya's eyes also shone with a strange light, which was quite interesting.

Chen Shu was pondering on the side, occasionally looking up at the experience booklet left by Mingchuan, and adjusting the speed of his spiritual power circulation.

Although the fire line in his body was slow, it was extremely steady, and there was a tendency for it to become more and more vigorous.

Unconsciously, the light in the cave dimmed. The spiritual herbs and pills on the stone table emitted a faint red light, which contrasted with the faint firelight coming from the bodies of the three children.

Mingchuan sat aside, watching their focused expressions, his fingertips subconsciously stroking the ancient jade in the storage ring.

The fighting in the secret realm, the calculations of the various sects, the disguise of identity...

At this moment, they all seemed to be isolated from the restriction, with only pure fire spiritual power flowing in the air, and the occasional whispers of children asking for advice.

He suddenly felt that perhaps the true essence of "Burning Heaven Art" was not only to refine the body with fire, but also to gather the mind with fire.

Just like at this moment, three young flames danced around him. Although weak, they carried a vigorous vitality. Compared with the devastating flames in the secret realm, they made him feel the warmth of power more...

The room was filled with the warmth that came from their bodies during their practice.

Mingchuan closed his eyes and fell asleep comfortably without realizing it.

When the three children finished their practice and opened their eyes, they were about to excitedly tell Mingchuan about their progress, but they saw that Mingchuan had fallen asleep in the recliner with his eyes closed.

Seeing this, Chen Shuli immediately gave a wink to Yaya and Jinwa.

Both of them were sensible and understood what he meant. After quietly covering Mingchuan with a blanket, they carefully walked to the door, opened Mingchuan's still light, and left the room.

The moment the door closed, the three of them looked at Mingchuan deeply.

After the door closed gently, Chen Shu felt mixed emotions and couldn't help but sigh.

"Can people really change? Why wasn't Brother Ziang so nice to us before?"

Jinwa was also confused, but he didn't know what to say.

Only Yaya is young and the most innocent one, with eyes curved like crescent moons and a happy mouth grinning upwards.

"It's okay, Brother Shu. As long as Brother Ziang treats us well now, that's all that's fine! We must also work hard to repay him and not let him suffer alone. In the future, we will grow up to be his right-hand men!"

While the little girl said this, she deliberately raised her arms, trying to imitate others and show off her biceps.

As a result, his arms, which looked like lotus root nodes, looked powerless, which made Chen Shu and Jinwa laugh.

Chen Shu reached out and rubbed her head: "You're right, now that Brother Ziang is so good to us, we can't waste his energy, we have to work harder!"

"Let's go. He's been in the secret realm for so long and must be tired. Let him have a good rest first. Let's go back and review what Brother Ziang taught us just now!"

"Okay!" Yaya agreed excitedly, took the hands of her two brothers, and turned happily to leave the door of Mingchuan's room.

Not long after they walked out, Mingchuan slowly opened his eyes.

There was indeed a deep look of fatigue in his eyes, but he had just heard everything the three children said.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile: "Not bad, it's good that you know how to work hard. My efforts are not in vain."

"When I leave this place later, I will take them with me..."

But now I should get some sleep.

Mingchuan yawned, stood up from the recliner, turned around and fell onto the bed.

After a while, he fell asleep.

Now on the other side.

Jinman’s cave.

She sat cross-legged, with her hands on her knees, and a faint flame surrounded her body.

However, the flame was not as strong as it was in front of the others, but was more of another ethereal gas.

At this moment, two forces revolved around her body, and the golden crow spirit above her head also appeared.

However, at this moment, Jinwu no longer seemed to have the previous injuries on his body, and they had almost been repaired, with only some internal injuries remaining.

On the stone table, the treasures obtained from the secret realm were lined up.

The Concentrating Spirit Grass, which was glowing with colorful rays of light, was emitting a soft halo. Beside it were three crystal-white soul crystals, with pure spiritual power flowing in them.

In the center is a palm-sized fossil of a golden crow feather, and the lines on the stone surface seem to be still burning.

Jin Man slowly raised her hand, and the ethereal flame lingering on her fingertips gently touched the Concentrating Grass.

The grass leaves trembled slightly and turned into a colorful stream of light, flowing into her body along her fingertips and heading straight for the Golden Crow Soul above her head.

The originally dim eyes of the Golden Crow suddenly lit up, and it let out a clear cry, and the flame patterns around its body became clearer.

She did not stop and immediately activated a soul crystal.

The soul crystal turned into a white light and flowed into the left wing of the Golden Crow's soul like a stream.

There was originally a tiny crack there, but now, under the nourishment of the soul crystal's power, the crack was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the aura around the Golden Crow became a little stronger!

Jin Man frowned slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Repairing the soul is already mentally exhausting, especially for an extremely yang and fierce existence like the Golden Crow Soul. If you are not careful, you will be attacked by it.

She took a deep breath, practiced her skills, and forced the fire spiritual power out of her body.

A crimson shield formed around the Golden Crow's spirit, protecting the parts that hadn't yet fully healed...