On the 30-meter-high sentry tower in the eastern district of the imperial city, a dignified and elegant maiden in a ripple-patterned blue robe began playing a melodious flute, sounding as gentle and elegant as a stream, calming even Wu Xian and leading him to enlightenment.

"The divine martial return heart flute of the Holy Spirit Imperial Clan, the Romantique Calm Heart Melody, can dispel the poisonous fervor."

The Wu family and others immediately found themselves powerless, even the raging Dragon Emperor felt his strength diminishing, losing control over his own body.

"Damn it! Who is behind this?"

The Dragon Emperor quickly located the source of the flute sound on the sentry tower, where he found the maiden holding the vertical flute and launched an attack in the form of a blood-red light.

"Hmph, perish, Dragon Emperor's true form!"

A terrifying aura struck the tower.

The sudden attack disoriented the maiden.

"Oh no!"

The Dragon Emperor's hand ignited with black flames, preparing to strike with full force.

As he thought he was about to succeed, a fierce expression crossed the Dragon Emperor's face.

"Haha, attempting to deal with me, the Dragon Emperor, with such feeble tricks? I'll leave you nothing but ashes!"

"Hehe, you better worry about not turning into ashes yourself."

The Dragon Emperor's attack once again proved ineffective, with golden runes appearing on his body. From a distance, Wu Xian continuously formed golden seals in his hands, then pointed towards the Dragon Emperor and recited a mantra.

"Prohibit!"

The Dragon Emperor's body trembled violently, and with a pfft, a faint red spiritual entity separated from Yuanhui's body, rapidly descending before being caught by the maiden on the sentry tower.

Wu Xian still didn't let his guard down as the Dragon Emperor's soul was preparing to escape!

With hands forming esoteric mantras in front of his chest once again, Wu Xian shouted sternly.

"First chapter of the mantra, Emperor's Guilt Decree!"

The Dragon Emperor noticed new runes appearing on his body, this time the golden ones shining brightly, realizing he was at his last breath. A fierce expression once again emerged on his face.

"Old man, you dare to try to tame me? Today, I shall perish alongside you!"

The Dragon Emperor, igniting his soul with green infernal fire, charged towards Wu Xian meditating on the top of the tower of the imperial city. However, Wu Xian remained composed, continuing to recite the seals in his hands even as the self-immolating Dragon Emperor approached.

Seeing his fatal attack about to land, the Dragon Emperor was completely consumed by the esoteric mantra just a few centimeters away.

Wu Xian wiped sweat off his forehead, breathing a sigh of relief.

"This beast... if he had been any slower, I would have perished."

He glanced worriedly in the direction of the tower.

"That little one is still on the tower. I wonder how things are going?"

Peeking from a thatched cottage near the tower, he observed Yuanhui and the mysterious maiden.

"It seems he really intends to save that kid. He must mean no harm."

What followed surprised Wu Xian; the maiden bit her fingertip and fed Yuanhui her blood, then summoned a mystical beast to flee the imperial city.

After the maiden left, Wu Xian rushed to the tower, helping Yuanhui up and checking his pulse.

"Huh? The kid's blood is flowing normally now? I haven't even given him the Heart-Healing Pill... how did this happen?"

Wu Xian stored away the pill for future use.

Noticing a trace of blood on Yuanhui's lips, he curiously wiped it off with his fingers and sniffed it - it was the bloodline of the Martial God Clan!

A sense of familiarity washed over Wu Xian; it was reminiscent of an old friend...

"It's from that brat, Wuduantian!"

Wu Xian deduced that the maiden's bloodline purity was as high as ninety-seven percent, undoubtedly a descendant of that person!

After settling Yuanhui, having him rest his head on his lap, providing him water, changing his clothes, Wu Xian leaned close and whispered softly.

"My dear apprentice, I have done my best. Your family is coming, so I must lay low for now."

With that, Wu Xian let out a sigh and vanished into his bracelet.

The members of the Wu family hurried to the watchtower, with Wu Luotian, impatient with the delay, climbing the tower by himself and finding the unconscious Yuanhui.

Luotian frantically shook his head, causing Wu Xian to rue the dilemma his apprentice was in.

"Cough, cough...!"

At that moment, Yuanhui woke up, drooling and snoring. Wu Luotian, now relieved, had the young master carried down from the tower and sent back to the Wu family mansion.

Upon returning, Wu Luotian and the others remained on edge and called upon the city's best physician who, despite the urgency, examined Yuanhui in the inner chamber of the Wu residence. Wu Luotian, anxious, awaited news of the child's condition.

Once the physician finished, grabbing him eagerly, Wu Luotian inquired with urgency.

"Sir, how is my child?"

Seeing the father's agitation, the physician quickly reassured him.

"My Lord, do not worry. The young master is just fatigued. Given some rest, he will wake up within half an hour."

"Is that so..."

Wu Luotian remained uneasy.

"Father?"

Fortunately, Yuanhui woke up at that moment; otherwise, the physician wouldn't have had a chance to leave.

"Father!"

"Father, please, everyone, leave. I am feeling tired."

Having narrowly escaped death, Yuanhui knew time was not on his side.

"Ah, it's so comfortable at home..."

Yuanhui stretched lazily, intending to rest a bit longer when a thud outside the door caught his attention.

"Who's there?"

Yuanhui, wary, wondered if it was someone from the Nan family returning?

The fierce impression left by Nan Yizi had left a deep impression on him.

"It's me, little bro!"

Dreamluo pushed open the door with a bump on her head.

"Dreamluo, please wait a moment."

Yuanhui wrapped her injuries with bandages, feeling apologetic.

"I came to check on you, didn't expect you to end up taking care of me. I'm really sorry."

Yuanhui smiled slightly, patting Dreamluo's head and asking her not to worry. Deep within him, a voice echoed.

"Hey, hey, brat, hurry up and get this little girl out of here. I'm suffocating!"

As the voice echoed, the bracelet began to tremble violently.

"Hui, um... I..."

Dreamluo, blushing, seemed to have more to say.

But Yuanhui, busy with other matters, had no time to listen. He quickly found an excuse to send her away and closed the door.

"Dreamluo, I'm not feeling well today. Please go back; if there's anything, we'll talk tomorrow or later."

Once he ushered Dreamluo out, she stood still for a moment, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Sob... does he really hate me..."

Crying, Dreamluo contemplated leaving the Wu residence, caught in her emotions. Wu Luotian, supervising the chef making chicken soup in the main hall, noticed her distraught state.

"Hey, that Miss Dream from the Dream family...she looks quite upset. Did Hui upset her again?"

Indoors, only Yuanhui remained. Upon closing the door, he noticed his master wiping sweat off his brow, scolding him.

"Do you want to suffocate me with heat? The first group of family members just left, and now a second group of visitors arrives?"

Yuanhui immediately knelt down to apologize, and Wu Xian reprimanded him with mock arrogance while preparing to pass on his treasured possession from his childhood.

"Apprentice, your rebirth has been a success. Now, I shall pass on to you my childhood treasure!"

Mysteriously, Wu Xian produced a giant sword from his bracelet, reminiscing about the past as he handled the weapon.

"This is the Meteor Sword, which I trained with in my youth. It's incredibly lightweight and portable."

"Here, take it!"

After stroking the sword for a while, Wu Xian reluctantly tossed it to Yuanhui, but in less than a second of reaching out to grab it, the sword sliced his finger and smashed into the ground, leaving a sizable crater.

"The physical weight of this sword exceeds six thousand kilograms! And, it has a downside..."

After taking a sip of tea, Wu Xian was about to continue before Yuanhui, enduring the pain from the sword's impact, grabbed Wu Xian's collar in anger.

"Old man, are you trying to kill me? 'Not heavy'? Over six thousand kilograms! It could squish a giant python!"

Wu Xian choked on his tea, managing a hoarse cough.

"Cough, cough... let go, you nearly killed me! You still don't get it, kid!"

Wu Xian proceeded to explain.

"Not everything in this world requires brute strength to move. While the sword's weight surpasses the limits of the human body, its unique material demands low Qi proficiency!"

He effortlessly wielded the Meteor Sword with just two fingers, showcasing its exceptional properties.

"In the world, not everything requires brute strength. Instead..."

Taking the sword from Wu Xian, Yuanhui placed his hand on the hilt, half-skeptical.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, he exerted force to lift the sword, causing Wu Xian to shake his head. He reiterated the need to activate internal Qi to sustain the sword's weight, igniting the Qi to drive the sword.

Using his internal Qi for the first time, Yuanhui struggled to lift the sword, feeling a surge of heat throughout his body converging at his palm, almost like his skin was burning.

The sword was slowly pulled from the deep groove on the ground, but before Yuanhui could relish the triumph, the tremendous strain of the internal Qi caused the sword to sink back.

After depleting all his energy, Yuanhui practically collapsed on the bed, drenched in sweat, his sheets soaked.

Meanwhile, Wu Xian applauded from above, hanging from the chandelier.

"Well done! You have inherited successfully. Lifting it for thirteen seconds means you've reached the preliminary level of Qi manipulation."