Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

"..."

The nascent soul remained silent.

Jing Shu, who was eavesdropping from the other side, also fell silent.

Master, he...

The nascent soul delivered another blow to Jingyou's head, "Why ask so many questions? Go cultivate!"

It seems you don't know.

Jingyou discovered that his older brother had violent tendencies and liked to hit him on the head at the slightest disagreement.

"Xiao You, don't tell anyone, especially not your master."

Xiao Jingshu touched Jingyou's head where he had been hit and said seriously.

"If Master knew, he would be embarrassed."

Nascent Soul: "..."

Jing Shu: "..."

Jingyou: "?"

Why would he be embarrassed? Jingyou had a big question mark in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask.

He had a strange intuition that asking would not only fail to get him an answer, but might also result in him getting beaten again.

The nascent soul once again grabbed Xiao Jingshu by the collar, lifted him off Jingyou, and placed him on the other side.

He gave Xiao Jingshu another deathly smile, "Now you can obediently cultivate."

"!"

Xiao Jingshu's body trembled slightly, and he nodded weakly, "Okay..."

Yuan Ying gently patted Xiao Jing Shu's head, "Good boy."

With his back to the nascent soul, Jingyou couldn't see its expression, but he felt a strong sense of injustice. Why did his brother hit me so hard! But he hit this brother so lightly!

As if sensing Jing You's intense emotions, the Nascent Soul turned around and smiled back, "You too."

Jingyou stiffened, quickly regaining his composure, "Okay!"

He's wrong. There's no unfairness at all; they're all equally vicious!

Seeing that the two had finally quieted down, Yuan Ying secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Why did it feel like he was taking care of two children?

Upon hearing the Nascent Soul's complaint, Jing Shu's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

The Nascent Soul cultivator had previously disliked Meng'er and ignored Xiao Jingshu, so it was really difficult for him to look after these two now.

"Don't think I don't know you laughed. You did too. Go do your thing." Yuan Ying said to Jing Shu in an annoyed tone, once again unilaterally cutting off any empathy.

Laugh, laugh, all he does is laugh! Before the Secret Realm reopens, if he doesn't cultivate the Spirit Gathering Body, I'll break his front teeth! Let him laugh his fill!

The nascent soul secretly pondered this, but dared not let Jing Shu know. There was no other way; Jing Shu could subdue him and beat him, and besides, he had done something wrong, so he dared not confide in Jing Shu for too long.

Thinking of this, the Nascent Soul thought of Han Luo again. He wondered if his master was alright? Did he miss him? His master had asked him for time to think things through; he wondered if his master would be able to figure things out after they left.

If you haven't figured it out or don't like him, then let Jing Shu pursue him! Anyway, Jing Shu doesn't know about this, so you can continue to take care of your master as a disciple. Your master won't refuse, and this way, your master will get used to not being able to leave him, and then you can secretly seduce your master.

The master naturally wouldn't mention these things to Jing Shu, fearing that Jing Shu might become aware of them, making their master-disciple relationship awkward. That way, he could continue his persistent pursuit. Even a strong woman can be won over by persistence; the master would eventually give in.

The Nascent Soul glanced at Xiao Jingshu, who was cultivating. If all else fails, there's always him. Could Master refuse a fluffy creature? Absolutely not.

The nascent soul's eyes were filled with obsession, and his mind was racing with calculations. As long as he could live and wouldn't die because of the Spirit Gathering Body, his master had to be his!

A surge of spiritual energy occurred again within the Secret Realm, only to be withdrawn in the blink of an eye.

This time, the Nascent Soul pretended not to see anything, and glanced at the two who opened their eyes again. Seeing that the Nascent Soul was no longer in a hurry, the two knew that worrying was useless, so they continued to cultivate.

And just like that, six months later.

"Brother! Brother! It hurts! Be gentle!"

"I'm already very light."

"It hurts!"

"Stop barking."

"Well......"

The nascent soul was already impatient, and seeing Jingyou biting his clothes to keep quiet, the sounds he made became increasingly outrageous.

The veins on the Nascent Soul's forehead were faintly visible, and he couldn't bear it any longer, so he slapped Jing You on the head.

"Shut up! I was just using my spiritual power to massage your muscles, what kind of weird noise was that?!"

Jingyou covered his head to prevent the nascent soul from striking him a second time. In just six months, his previous gloomy and negative demeanor had completely disappeared, and his eyes were now clear and bright, showing that he had been raised exceptionally well.

"It's not that I'm screaming, it just hurts so much, bro," Jingyou said with a mournful face, sounding aggrieved.

Jingyou had just broken through to the third level of Qi Refining when his Nascent Soul began to lay the foundation for the sword techniques he was about to learn.

What about swinging the sword ten thousand times—using the heaviest black ironwood sword! What about practicing horse stances, with two large pieces of black ironwood tied to their arms, staying in these stances all day long! In addition, their sleep time at night was also taken away to practice.

Five days felt incredibly long to Jingyou.

"Brother, how much longer do I have to practice all this?" Jingyou said with a bitter expression.

"Practice until you don't feel tired anymore," the Nascent Soul said calmly, withdrawing his hand.

He wasn't a light-elemental cultivator and didn't know healing spells; he could only use his spiritual power to relieve Jingyou's sore muscles. While the effect was similar, it wasn't quite as comfortable.

The Nascent Soul stood up and kicked Jing You, who was lying on the ground. "Alright, get up and continue. Although cultivation is important, your body must also keep up. Not to mention learning swordsmanship, you'll understand the benefits when you reach the Golden Core stage and face the tribulation of lightning."

Jingyou gritted his teeth and stood up, casting an envious glance at Xiao Jingshu, who was still cultivating.

This older brother has it so easy; he just needs to keep cultivating.

Following Jingyou's gaze, the nascent soul also looked at Xiao Jingshu.

The bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox is being continuously purified, and Xiao Jingshu's fourth tail is gradually taking shape. It should be completed in less than three months. The further back the tail goes, the more difficult it is to repair, and Xiao Jingshu's progress is already quite remarkable.

After adjusting his mindset, Jingyou picked up the black iron wooden sword again and continued to practice diligently.

The nascent soul leaned back in the recliner he had built from the wood here, using his arm as a pillow to support his head, closed his eyes, and slowly began to think.

Jingyou's physical condition is pretty good. After about ten more days of training, I can start teaching him swordsmanship. Hopefully, he won't be constantly complaining of pain then...

Their lives were peaceful and undisturbed; the surge of spiritual energy no longer attracted their attention.

We've been used to rioting more than ten times a day.

This time, however, both the nascent soul and Xiao Jingshu opened their eyes at the same time.

"Nascent Soul." Xiao Jingshu looked at the Nascent Soul, a hint of surprise in his voice, "Jingshu just now, wasn't he...?"

The nascent soul nodded, a hint of shock in its eyes. "That's right. Although it was a short time, it seems he managed to control it."

The nascent soul slightly curved its lips, feeling the joy that Jing Shu's empathy brought it. Finally, it had found the right method...