Lin Bao'er's heart surged with emotion.
She looked at her master with glistening eyes, filled with nothing but boundless gratitude, respect, and a touch of awe.
This man—her master—was truly extraordinary.
She had always thought that her fate was sealed, doomed to mediocrity. But Huan Changge had changed all of that. He had taken her by the hand and shown her a new world.
A world where she could fly.
"Bao'er, practice well," Huan Changge said lightly, his voice calm yet carrying a quiet authority. "Although your aptitude has been elevated and you've become a peerless genius, you mustn't become arrogant. In this world, there are countless hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There is always someone stronger than you."
Lin Bao'er nodded deeply.
"Master, I will remember your teachings!"
Huan Changge gave a small nod of approval.
"Good. Continue your cultivation. Work hard to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm as soon as possible."
As he spoke, he casually flicked his wrist and tossed a few storage rings to her.
The rings glinted with a metallic luster as they floated gently into her palms.
"These were taken from Le Xiao and the others," Huan Changge said. "Everything inside should be of help to you. Use them."
Lin Bao'er blinked in astonishment.
"Master… are you really giving all of these to me?"
She was truly shocked.
These storage rings belonged to elders of the Evil Dragon Cave—their contents were no trivial matter.
The wealth inside was unimaginable. Spiritual stones, pills, high-grade magic weapons, rare treasures… they were piled up like mountains.
By some estimates, it could rival half the entire Nine Swords Sect's treasury!
And now… Master was simply handing them over without a second thought.
Huan Changge waved his hand nonchalantly. "It's nothing."
His tone was casual, like it wasn't even worth discussing.
After all, to him, who stood invincibly within the domain, no treasure in the world held meaning.
He couldn't cultivate. But within his Invincible Domain, he was a god.
So what use did he have for spiritual stones or cultivation resources?
Rather than letting them gather dust, it was far better to give them to Bao'er and let her maximize their value.
He was looking forward to seeing how far this newly born peerless genius could go.
Would she break through the Nascent Soul Realm in mere months?
Or perhaps... even faster?
He was also quite interested in one thing—how much Domain Value she would generate after reaching the Nascent Soul stage.
And with a glance toward the distance, he set a small goal for himself.
Forget expanding across the entire Long Hua Continent for now.
Let's start with Feixian Mountain.
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Just then—
RUMBLE—!
The floor trembled slightly. A dense spiritual aura surged like a tide, pressing down from beyond the courtyard.
Lin Bao'er froze, her smile disappearing in an instant.
"Master…" she whispered. "Someone's approaching!"
Huan Changge's eyes narrowed. His spiritual sense stretched outward like an invisible net.
"Three," he said flatly. "Three powerful auras. All demonic. Looks like the demon kings didn't want to wait anymore."
His voice was as steady as still water, yet carried a biting sharpness.
Lin Bao'er instinctively stood beside him, tension in her limbs.
Were these the same demon kings who had appeared during her tribulation?
Had they come for her?
Or… was it something else entirely?
But Huan Changge only smiled.
That calm, unwavering smile.
"System…" he said.
His tone was light. Peaceful. Unhurried.
"…Expand Domain by fifty meters."
BZZZZT—!!!
A low, thunderous hum pulsed through the sky.
It was not heard—it was felt, like a tremor in the soul.
The ground trembled slightly. Invisible waves rolled outward from Huan Changge like ripples in a lake, washing over Feixian Mountain.
The Invincible Domain surged forward, unstoppable and unseen.
It rolled over the mountain forest, swallowed the valleys, swept past cliffs and clouds.
Like a silent tsunami, it claimed everything in its path.
[Domain Radius: 72 meters]
[Current Domain Value: 510]
Huan Changge stood with hands clasped behind his back, looking out through the wooden walls of the courtyard.
His black robe fluttered slightly in the invisible wind, the edges glowing faintly with divine light.
From this moment onward—
Feixian Mountain… was untouchable.
Back inside the Immortal Temple, the fragrance of simmering broth curled lazily through the air.
Huan Changge sat cross-legged by a stone table, holding a steaming bowl in one hand, his other hand casually tearing apart a chunk of tender meat.
Bear meat soup.
Truly a divine delicacy.
The meat was rich but not greasy, the outer skin tender and fragrant, and the thick tendons inside were chewy yet smooth, not sticking to the teeth.
Each bite was satisfying, nourishing body and soul alike.
Nearby, the little green sprout—Moli—was curled up against the wall like a pitiful puppy. Its leaves drooped slightly, and its tiny tail wiggled with hope and desperation.
Huan Changge raised a brow and chuckled softly.
"Little Tail, you want to eat meat with a plant body?"
Moli wagged its leaf again, then pointed toward Lin Bao'er, who was diligently cultivating in the courtyard.
The meaning was clear:
Boss, I want to become stronger too. I want better aptitude.
Huan Changge's eyes narrowed slightly in amusement.
This little grass had just gained intelligence last night—and now it already had ambition?
Impressive.
After all, Moli was just a strand of ordinary wild grass, growing in the cracks of stone. If not for Huan Changge's accidental intervention, it might've spent a thousand years just absorbing spiritual energy before awakening its soul.
But now...
"Alright," Huan Changge said, snapping his fingers lazily.
A ray of golden light descended like a sunbeam falling from the heavens.
The moment it touched Moli, the tiny grass quivered. Its leaves sparkled, and it immediately curled up, forming a small golden cocoon that wrapped it inside.
The light pulsed faintly like a heartbeat.
It had entered a deep slumber—transforming, growing, evolving.
Huan Changge didn't bother to pay it any more attention.
His concern for spiritual grass only extended as far as curiosity. What he was curious about, however, was something deeper:
If a grass with improved aptitude successfully cultivated…
Would it generate domain value for him?
If so, what if he enlightened every spiritual plant in the yard?
What if he awakened the old Bodhi tree by the stone steps?
Just how far could the Domain Points go?
These thoughts flickered across his mind, but Huan Changge didn't pursue them.
He returned to his soup, sipping contentedly.
Meanwhile, in the courtyard, Lin Bao'er sat with legs crossed and eyes closed, the faint glow of spiritual energy circling around her like a gentle mist.
Her expression was serene—but her cultivation surged violently.
Huan Changge, focused on gnawing bones, suddenly felt a subtle tug in the air.
His eyes flickered open slightly.
"Hmm?"
He sensed a familiar fluctuation—a shift in the flow of spiritual energy.
A breakthrough?
Boom—
The aura flared. Lin Bao'er's cultivation, which had just reached the third level of the Golden Core Realm, suddenly leapt forward—
Fourth level of the Golden Core Realm!
[You have gained 100 Domain Value.]
[Current Domain Value: 610]
Huan Changge paused mid-bite, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"...Not bad."
She was cultivating at a monstrous pace.
This was the power of perfected aptitude, combined with a sacred land full of spiritual energy—and a master who defied common sense.
Every breath she took, every fluctuation of her Qi, seemed to fuel his ever-growing Invincible Domain.
This made him think.
If one disciple could bring so many Domain Points…
What if he had ten?
A hundred?
Thousands?
Tens of thousands of geniuses, all breaking through under his roof.
The very thought of the domain value made his heart stir.
In theory, wouldn't that make him...
A walking source of infinite power?
But then—
Huan Changge stopped himself and shook his head, laughing.
He took another bite of meat, leaned back, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.
"No, no…"
He wasn't someone who hungered for ambition.
He had no grand dreams of ruling the world, of founding an empire, or building an invincible sect of thousands.
"I already have the Invincible Domain," he murmured.
"I am already invincible… So why work so hard?"
He was a salted fish—a man without dreams.
That was good enough.
What could be better than eating bear meat in peace while watching a disciple cultivate and generate domain value for him?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.