My virtue is above yours.

As Xiao Bao bent down to peel off the tiger skin, he heard a faint sound behind him.

"Why are you so rude, young friend?"

Xiao Bao delivered a backfist, causing the surrounding leaves to rise and fall again.

He rushed towards nothing, finding nothing behind him. He frowned, looked around, and spoke in a flustered tone.

"Who are you? Where are you? Show yourself! Stop playing tricks!"

"As I have said, I am the mountain god of this mountain, and I am everywhere in this mountain—"

The large hand crushed the fly in the air into powder, and the voice abruptly stopped.

Xiao Bao looked at the fly that had been crushed into pieces in his palm: "Playing tricks."

He had just taken a step when the strange sound rang out again.

"Young friend, why are you like this? Why can't you speak calmly and rationally?"

Xiao Bao's breathing became erratic: "Who exactly are you? Are you hiding in the shadows?"

He suddenly kicked the tree in front of him, snapping it in half. The tree collapsed with a crash, and Chen Jingxuan manipulated the bees to quickly dodge.

Just as they dodged the falling tree, more rubble flew towards them like darts.

After killing the talking bee, came the fox who could speak human language, then the rabbit, then the crow, and it seemed like there was no end to it.

On the verge of collapse, Xiao Bao went berserk and rampaged across the mountain, leaving no stone unturned, including boulders, trees, birds, and beasts.

The mountain was filled with rumbling sounds, and birds and beasts fled in all directions. He turned the mountain upside down.

The trees lay scattered on the ground, as if swept by a storm.

Xiao Bao lay panting on the big rock, the annoying sound ringing in his ears again.

"Young friend, can we talk now?"

Xiao Bao cried out in despair, "Where are you? I've searched the whole mountain!"

"As I said, I am the mountain god, and I am the mountain. If you don't have the ability to move mountains, don't even think about harming me in the slightest."

In reality, Chen Jingxuan was multitasking, manipulating various animals to harass Xiaobao while his main body had already run twenty miles away. It was no wonder the other party couldn't find him.

Excessive spellcasting had depleted his energy, leaving him slumped by the roadside, panting heavily. With his remaining strength, he controlled an ant to hide under a rock and talk to Xiao Bao.

"I see that you are inherently cruel and have the potential to cultivate the path of violence. Kneel down and call me master, and I will teach you some real skills."

Xiao Bao flatly refused: "Your methods are indeed extraordinary, but if you really want to take me as your disciple, first tell me some cultivation secrets that I don't know. Otherwise, how will I know if you're reliable?"

Chen Jingxuan chuckled to himself. They were actually eager to take the bait. He didn't know much about proper cultivation methods and was unwilling to reveal them.

But he has plenty of crooked and unorthodox methods. After all, he read a lot of online novels in his previous life and knows all kinds of cultivation systems. He can guarantee that he can talk about useless information for three hours without repeating himself.

As for Xiao Bao, he's just a country bumpkin, and apart from what his own path is called, he probably knows nothing else.

"Then this immortal will teach you. Do you know what the initial stage of cultivation is called?"

"I don't know!"

"You don't even know this! How foolish! I, the immortal, will teach you..."

Xiao Bao listened attentively for an hour, becoming increasingly engrossed. He had been lying on the rock, not paying much attention, but now he sat up straight, never having been so attentive in his life, afraid of missing any knowledge points.

"The old sage's words were like a magic bullet, instantly enlightening me!"

"It's like a sudden enlightenment!"

"Is it different? That doesn't matter. The Nine-Turn Immortal Gu described by the old immortal truly captivates me...captivates me...I yearn for it so much. How can I reach that level?"

Xiao Bao knelt on the ground, sincerely seeking guidance.

Chen Jingxuan suppressed the urge to laugh: "Cultivation should not be overly ambitious. You are currently at the first stage of the Violent Power realm, so you should first find a way to cultivate to the third stage of the Violent Power realm."

"Disciple understands, I'll go and whip my parents into spinning tops right now!"

Xiao Bao jumped up and was about to leave.

Chen Jingxuan quickly stopped him: "Stop right there! Why are you in such a hurry? You only have one pair of parents. If they die today, what will happen to them?"

"Yes, yes, Master is right. So what should I do? You just mentioned a method of plucking and washing, or something like that?"

"It's like purging the skin and cleansing the marrow."

"Yes, yes, yes! The method of 'plucking the hair and cleansing the marrow' can increase a person's talent. If I pluck the hair, will my cultivation level increase even faster?"

"That's natural."

Chen Jingxuan had heard about the "cleansing of hair and marrow" technique from classical novels. He didn't know if such a method existed in the world. Fortunately, Xiao Bao was naive and easily fooled.

Most importantly, we should thank the massive scale and logically consistent cultivation system of online literature, which completely convinced Xiaobao.

Xiao Bao knelt down again, his face full of flattery, and said, "Master, could you pluck my feathers too?"

"So, you've already become my apprentice?"

Xiao Bao understood immediately and kowtowed three times.

"Seeing your sincerity, I will accept you as my disciple. However, I will have to perform a marrow cleansing and body-refining procedure on you, which will significantly shorten your lifespan. What benefits can you offer me?"

Xiao Bao's big eyes darted around, and he had an idea: "Shall I bring my parents so you can draw them?"

"What use are your parents to me!" Adhering to the principle of playing the part completely, Chen Jingxuan made up a demand out of thin air: "Today I will cleanse your marrow and refine your bones. I will not acknowledge you as my disciple, but as my adopted son. In the future, you will take care of me in my old age and see me off in my final days. How about it?"

Without saying a word, Xiao Bao bowed deeply and said, "Father! From now on, you are my real father! Should I bring that godfather over for you to smoke?"

"No need. Your sincerity is enough for me. Close your eyes, and I will cleanse your marrow and refine your essence. Remember, during this process, your consciousness will experience a strange sensation. Do not resist; simply accept it."

Xiao Bao quickly closed his eyes, grinned, and squeezed out the fat on his cheeks.

"Dad, come quickly, I can't wait any longer."

An ant crawled out from under the rock and climbed up his body to the top of his head.

"Dad, my face feels a little itchy. Is it because my flesh and blood are regenerating?"

"That's right, be patient. I'll be reshaping your consciousness soon. Are you ready? Father is coming in."

"Come in, Father, I'm in such a hurry... but... I'm dying of anxiety!"

Chen Jingxuan's consciousness jolted, and his vision shifted as he saw a pair of chubby hands: "It's done."

A strange sound came to my mind.

"Dad! What's wrong? I feel like I can't control my body!"

Chen Jingxuan couldn't help but laugh: "Bear with it, this is a necessary process."

He could sense that the other person's spiritual consciousness was weak, clearly indicating that he had not undergone any meditation training. Once he entered, Xiao Bao would have no way to drive him out.

He strode off towards the village.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Of course, it's to help you cultivate."

Despite his obesity, Xiao Bao was surprisingly agile when running, likely due to the enhancements his physical abilities provided by the violent cultivation method. In terms of sheer physical strength, he was far superior to his own cultivation method. Had he chosen to confront him head-on, his chances of winning would have been slim.

Chen Jingxuan manipulated Xiaobao's body into the village, and the villagers immediately sped up their work. No one dared to say a word, and the only sound in the air was the clanging and banging, which was so oppressive that it was uncomfortable.

He looked up and saw the Luo couple hanging from the tree. He picked up a stone and threw it. With a "whoosh," the rope snapped, and the two fell down.

He caught the couple firmly, one in each arm.

The couple's cloudy, lifeless eyes were filled with terror, like beasts caught in a trap. Chen Jingxuan could feel their bodies trembling.

He carried the two of them into his house.

The villagers working nearby secretly watched and whispered among themselves.

"What is that beast doing? Is it trying to torture people again?"

"I don't know. Poor Luo and his wife, how could they have given birth to such a wolf in sheep's clothing?"

"Stop watching, or we'll suffer too."

Xiao Bao gently placed the two frightened children on the bed. They huddled together and nervously asked, "What are you going to do?"

The same question popped into my head, and Xiao Bao asked, "Dad, what are you going to do?"

Chen Jingxuan ignored him, turned around and went to the stove, ladled out two bowls of thin porridge, and brought them to the bed.

Seeing this, the couple dared not touch the porridge and hugged each other even tighter.

"Is this my last meal before I'm executed?"

Chen Jingxuan did not answer, but manipulated Xiao Bao's body to kneel down with a thud and kowtow repeatedly.

"Father and Mother, your child is unfilial, causing you suffering!"

The couple stared wide-eyed, not daring to utter a single word.

Chen Jingxuan could hear Xiao Bao's impotent rage echoing in his mind: "What are you doing with my body? Why is my cultivation level dropping?!"