The cultivation of Distraction Control required deep focus. After concentrating wholeheartedly, Xiao Yan reached complete mastery in less than seven days—achieving the realm of the Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart.
In the two months that followed—aside from those seven days—he spent most of his time contemplating the development of the Soul Hall, the Heavenly Mansion Alliance, and the creation of the Martial Dao Continent.
Founding a power had been his goal ever since he was six years old.
At first, it was simply to establish a force capable of self-preservation during the future clash between Spirit Hall and the two empires—when the continent would inevitably fall into chaos.
But as time went on, and as his strength grew—and his understanding of the power of Title Douluo deepened—the purpose behind creating the Soul Hall and the Heavenly Mansion Alliance gradually changed.
Judging from what he knew, among the powers on the surface of the Douluo Continent, apart from the Title Douluo Legion controlled by Spirit Hall, the other factions were relatively insignificant.
And judging by their overall strength, even Spirit Hall's legion of Title Douluo hadn't yet reached the level capable of completely overturning the continent. Otherwise, with their extensive influence, they would have already acted on their ambitions.
Of course, that was only one possibility.
Another possibility in Xiao Yan's mind was that Spirit Hall's current restraint might be an act of patience—accumulating even greater power.
Perhaps Spirit Hall was cultivating one—or several—soul masters stronger than Title Douluo themselves.
When such beings appeared, all other forces on the continent—even the two empires commanding armies of millions—would stand no chance.
After his battles against three powerful soul beasts and the Title Douluo Chen Xin, Xiao Yan understood the vastness of power—there are always people beyond people, skies beyond skies.
A 65,000-year-old Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, 100,000-year-class soul beasts, and a Level 96 Title Douluo—these were already unimaginably strong.
Then what about 200,000-year, 300,000-year, or even million-year soul beasts?
What about soul masters at Level 99—or even those who broke past Level 100? How powerful could they be?
Xiao Yan's current goal was no longer mere self-protection. What he sought was the ultimate power—eternal life.
At the age of twelve, he already possessed strength no less than Chen Xin, a Level 96 Title Douluo. For him, breaking through Level 100 wasn't an unrealistic dream; even reaching Level 110 or beyond wasn't impossible.
If one day, the opportunity for immortality truly presented itself—who could resist such temptation?
With that realization, the idea of transforming Douluo Continent into a Martial Dao Continent was born.
The first purpose was to unearth more geniuses and nurture more powerful cultivators—to strengthen the very foundation of martial arts within the world.
After all, even he would one day reach his limits. If others could gain insight and enlightenment through cultivation, their experiences could aid his own breakthroughs.
For example, his Ethereal Sword Technique was refined through his battle with Chen Xin; the Distraction Control he just mastered had also solved a great problem for him.
The existence of Distraction Control also proved something—Douluo people weren't stupid; their thinking was simply rigid. Unless their interests were threatened, they rarely pushed their potential.
Moreover, another goal of Xiao Yan's Martial Dao Continent project was to prepare for enemies "above the heavens."
He didn't believe that Douluo Continent was the only life-bearing planet in the vast universe. There must be other living beings beyond the skies.
Given Douluo Continent's current state—its background and its cultivation system—it was practically in a primitive stage.
If a stronger extraterrestrial lifeform were to attack, there would only be one outcome: the planet would become a world of slaves.
Maybe his worries were unnecessary—but pursuing immortality and strength was never a bad thing.
To achieve this grand goal, countless issues needed consideration.
During those two months, Xiao Yan didn't just think about Douluo Continent—he made a bold hypothesis:
If an ordinary modern person wanted to cultivate martial arts, what would they need?
Clothing, food, and shelter—the three most basic human needs.
If these were all satisfied, few would choose to live as machines, working endlessly. They would have time to think, to explore—to cultivate.
Solving these three issues would mean laying the foundation of a Martial Dao civilization.
Of course, basic needs were not enough.
Desire, once fulfilled, breeds greater desire.
A small house leads to the dream of a mansion...
But Xiao Yan didn't see this as a problem.
Desire is motivation.
By turning desire into reward, he could inspire humanity's will to grow stronger—an ideal way to drive progress.
Once he found his direction, he began thinking of how to make it reality.
His Blue Silver Emperor martial soul had enormous potential in all three of those fundamental aspects.
Lost in thought, Xiao Yan gradually ignored his surroundings and drifted into a deep sleep.
Surrounded by the others, Zhu Zhuqing blushed as she looked at Xiao Yan, who was hugging her slender waist and resting his head on her snow-white silk-covered thighs.
That guy had fallen asleep just like that—and slept all the way until dusk.
He even held her soft hand tightly, refusing to let go. Fortunately, she could still adjust her position. Otherwise, if the others saw her being held like this, she would die of embarrassment.
Ning Rongrong, sitting by the vine bed, looked at the sleeping Xiao Yan and murmured, "When is Xiao Yan going to wake up and cook?"
Seeing the faint smile on his lips, Xiaoxue said seriously, "It looks like Brother Xiao Yan's realized something. He might sleep for a while."
Beside her, Xiao Yi nodded slightly. Her strength surpassed Xiaoxue's, so she could sense that Xiao Yan's breathing was calm and steady—his body perfectly fine.
Ning Rongrong sighed helplessly. "He won't sleep forever, right? What if he turns into a pig? And when he's asleep, what are we supposed to eat?"
A finger lightly tapped her nose. Xiao Yan rubbed his head against Zhu Zhuqing's soft, silk-covered thighs and said lazily, "If you keep eating like this, you really will turn into a little piggy."
Ning Rongrong stepped back, rubbing her nose. "When did you wake up, you eavesdropper?"
Slowly opening his eyes, Xiao Yan rubbed his brow. "I was going to sleep a bit longer, but some little pig was whining in my ear about food—it woke me up."
Meng Yiran and the other girls burst into laughter.
"Get up already. My legs are going numb." Zhu Zhuqing pushed at his back and shoulders, urging him.
Today she was wearing her previous nun outfit—pure white and holy, yet her figure was breathtakingly seductive. The clash of those two qualities made her the most irresistible among the girls.
Xiao Yan sat up slowly, wrapping an arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slim waist. He glanced at the moon overhead.
It really had been a long sleep—but sleep was indeed an excellent way to think.
"Come on, get up and cook," Zhu Zhuqing said shyly.
Her enormous cross-shaped soul tool was pressing against him, making it a little hard to breathe.
Xiao Yan smiled faintly. "Want to see what I just comprehended? I guarantee you'll fall in love—with the taste!"
"Comprehended something? You actually realized something while sleeping?" Zhu Zhuqing blinked in surprise. She had thought he was just teasing her.
"Of course," Xiao Yan said cheerfully. "When have I ever lied to you?"
(Well, quite a few times actually—but he wasn't about to admit that.)
Zhu Zhuqing huffed softly. This bad man had tricked her plenty before—fire poison, water poison, mushroom bread, bursting rice…
Though she had improved in both medicine and cooking thanks to him, none of those experiences had felt exactly pleasant.
"Delicious food?" Ning Rongrong tilted her head. "Wait—don't tell me Blue Silver Grass can turn into roast chicken now?"
"It's not impossible," Xiao Yan said with a grin. He raised his hand, releasing a powerful flow of inner energy. A faint blue glow shimmered in the air, and the ground trembled lightly.
Before their eyes, a great tree sprouted rapidly, growing taller and thicker in mere moments.
When it stabilized, its glow faded inward, sinking into the trunk until only a soft luster remained.
The whole tree gleamed blue-gold. Its leaves were palm-sized, and its branches bore clusters of blue-golden fruits, each the size of a longan—soon covering the entire tree.
"This is… a Blue Silver Grass fruit tree?" Meng Yiran guessed, touching her cheek.
Ning Rongrong walked around it curiously, even reaching out to touch it. "Doesn't seem too magical—just an oversized Blue Silver Grass that grows fruit."
Xiao Yi gently shook her head. Ning Rongrong's strength was too low; she couldn't sense the difference.
This tree was slowly absorbing the world's elemental energy. Though faint, it was constant.
Gazing at it, Xiao Yan said, "This is no ordinary tree. I call it—the Blue Silver Immortal Tree."
"An Immortal Tree? That's way too exaggerated!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed.
"Is it?" Xiao Yan smiled faintly, explaining, "This tree is a self-sustaining lifeform. As long as the world's elemental energy doesn't dry up, it will continue to absorb and grow.
The fruits it bears are equivalent to the food produced by food-type soul masters.
They grow year-round—pluck one, and another will grow within a day.
Each fruit contains pure elemental essence—enough to eliminate hunger while supplying every nutrient the human body needs. It even tastes wonderful—perfectly edible as a main meal."
Previously, every Blue Silver Emperor he created required his own internal energy as fuel; once he withdrew his power, they vanished.
But this Blue Silver Immortal Tree was different—it possessed its own core and could sustain itself by absorbing ambient energy.
That was a major breakthrough.
"So amazing?" Ning Rongrong leapt lightly, plucking a fruit.
She wiped it off, and a rich aroma immediately filled the air.
Unable to resist, she bit into it—and instantly, a wondrous flavor spread from her tongue through her entire body, making every cell cheer, her heartbeat quicken.
"So good! It's like eating a chicken leg a hundred times tastier than normal!" she exclaimed, rubbing her stomach in bliss.
Xiao Yan chuckled and waved his hand. Five more fruits floated down from the tree, landing before the others. "Try them yourselves."
"It tastes like strawberry!" Zhu Zhuqing said in surprise.
"Mine tastes like Blue Silver Grass," Xiaoxue murmured, eyes narrowing in pleasure.
Meng Yiran and Xiao Yi each tasted something different as well.
Ning Rongrong blinked curiously. "How can the same tree grow fruits with different flavors?"
"Remember the fish-flavored shredded pork you ate at noon?" Xiao Yan asked.
She nodded thoughtfully. "It didn't have fish, but it tasted like it did."
"Exactly. With the right mix of seasonings, even ordinary pork can taste like fish.
Similarly, the Blue Silver Immortal Tree can adjust the flavor of its Blue Silver essence, producing fruits with countless tastes."
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened. "Then doesn't that mean it can make any food in the world?"
"In theory—yes." Xiao Yan rubbed his nose, smiling.
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly thought of something. "Could it also make… bad-tasting ones?"
Xiao Yan shook his head. "Eating is, in essence, absorbing energy. Food-type soul masters convert their soul power into edible energy; normal food contains impurities, but the fruits of the Blue Silver Immortal Tree are pure condensed essence of heaven and earth.
So, unless your taste is broken—it won't taste bad."
Meng Yiran sighed in awe. "This Blue Silver Immortal Tree is incredible."
Ning Rongrong imagined aloud, "If we planted these across the whole Douluo Continent, wouldn't commoners never need to farm or cook again?"
Xiao Yan's expression turned serious. "The continent's powers are too many—soul master clans, noble families, duchies, kingdoms, and empires. If food became effortless, it might backfire. The timing of its release must be carefully chosen."
"I've been thinking—if the Heavenly Mansion Alliance could unite most of the continent's powers and spread Xuantian Gong to all humanity… imagine that grand scene.
With the Blue Silver Immortal Tree, humanity's need to labor for food would vanish—they could devote themselves entirely to cultivation."
Meng Yiran blinked in amazement. "Even people without innate soul power could cultivate?"
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