"Having been at my sect for so long, do you know my true form?"
Shi Lan nodded; how could she not know that?
Haoze said, "Only the best of the dragons can be named Yinglong. Ordinary dragons do not have names." He continued, "When I was born, I had a set of techniques in my mind, which was left by my mother." He looked at Shi Lan with an ambiguous expression, "This set of techniques is the prototype of your cultivation technique."
Shi Lan frowned and remained silent. This set of techniques was something she had learned in the martial arts world. Could it be that it had some connection with Haoze's mother?
Haoze continued, "After millions of years of changes, the world of the past no longer exists. I have modified this technique and taught it to Lan'er. Every move and stance you practice is extremely similar to the modified version I created..."
He immediately fell silent.
Shi Lan, however, laughed instead.
"Sir, do you mean I learned it by stealing it?"
Haoze remained silent.
Shi Lan's face suddenly turned cold. "Instead of doubting me, you should ask your Lan'er."
Haoze frowned.
Shi Lan said, "Since you understand this technique, you should know its uses and effects." Stray hairs slid down her temples, and Shi Lan tucked them away with one hand, revealing a cold smile on her lips: "You said before that she was about to face a heavenly tribulation. If she really knew how to do it, why would she need to drink bitter medicine to strengthen her bones?"
Haoze moved his lips but didn't speak. He remembered what she had said when he was trying to persuade her to cultivate.
She said, "Haoze, I'm so tired. I think I'll give up practicing that technique."
"Haoze, I'm so scared. What will you do if we don't survive the Heavenly Tribulation?"
Haoze recalled the terrified look on her face at that time, and the throbbing pain he felt when he thought that she would never exist again.
He himself had experienced the tribulation of ascending to godhood. As a dragon, he was naturally thick-skinned and tough. In addition, he never slacked off in his cultivation. Although the tribulation was difficult, it did not cause him much trouble.
Lan'er's laziness left him helpless. When she ascended to the Immortal Lord, she relied on the strength of her original form to withstand it. But this time, she wanted to be on par with him. He was worried that she wouldn't be able to overcome such a fierce heavenly tribulation, so he forced her to cultivate together. But when did she start making excuses and refusing to cultivate with him?
Haoze thought for a while, only to find his mind lost in a fog.
He only remembered that he couldn't bear to force her to cultivate, so he devoted himself to studying medicine, hoping to find another way to help her become stronger.
Seeing that he remained silent, Shi Lan said calmly, "I learned this technique from someone else, but that person is definitely not the Lan'er in front of you. Believe it or not."
Shi Lan got up and walked towards the shed, ignoring him completely.
Haoze moved his lips, as if to say that he did not disbelieve, but the person he needed to tell was no longer in the mood to listen.
The next morning, Haoze knocked on the door next to him.
The door opened silently, and Jia Lan walked out with a smile on her face.
"You're up so early?"
Jia Lan's robes fluttered, and the immortal garments, refined into precious artifacts, radiated a hazy glow in the sunlight.
Haoze was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered.
"It's getting late. Starting today, I will supervise your cultivation of the technique."
Jia Lan's smile vanished instantly.
"Isn't the magic formula just something to talk about but not practice?"
Haoze said, "Godhood is not so easy to attain. Even if the Chaos Stone is solid, it is no stronger than the Nine Thunder God Lightning. If you cannot withstand the first few strikes, even if I want to help, I will be powerless to do so."
Jia Lan reluctantly lowered her head and remained silent.
Haoze strolled to the open space in front, his face stern, showing no sign of leniency.
It took Jia Lan a long time to get to the center. She struck a starting pose, but as soon as she twisted her waist, she revealed a painful expression.
Haoze stood with his hands behind his back, staring at her off-key movements, his strangeness growing stronger.
When this technique is practiced in human form, it must be extremely painful, because this technique is more suitable for him, a dragon.
The dragon's body is supported by only one bone, with the rest relying on extremely flexible tendons. These strange movements, though difficult for him, are not impossible.
When he mentioned this to Lan'er back then, Lan'er looked unconvinced and did the same thing in front of him. Even though she was sweating profusely from the pain, she still insisted on doing it correctly. After she finished, she looked smug and proud of herself.
Thinking back to her stubbornness and quirky personality, and looking at the wrinkled face in front of him that seemed to be completely bewildered by his own attempts to make things difficult for her, Haoze was utterly confused.
Is it possible for a person's character and memory to change so much over time?
Haoze's mind flashed back to the rosy little face he had seen last night, and for a moment he couldn't quite describe what he felt.
Jia Lan made two feigned movements, and seeing that Hao Ze's gaze was not on her, she slowly withdrew her arm.
Haoze noticed her actions but didn't stop her. However, his mood was affected, and he didn't agree to her suggestion to go boating on the lake together. Instead, he went back to his room to read.
As night fell, the area around the cave was quiet. Haoze sat cross-legged on a warm jade couch, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.
The image of Shi Lan tirelessly sweating last night stubbornly lingered in his mind. After a long while, he suddenly got up and flashed to the outside of the Hundred Herbs Garden.
Just as he had expected, Shi Lan was tilting her head back and bending over, her body twisting like a snake or a dragon.
Haoze waved his sleeves and strode into the garden.
Shi Lan noticed the movement, withdrew her arm, and instinctively became defensive.
Seeing her expression, Haoze felt a pang in his heart. For some reason, he didn't want her to show him that kind of expression.
“Your movements are wrong,” Haoze said, pretending not to see her expression, and seriously corrected her movements.
Shi Lan gave him a suspicious look, and Hao Ze gestured with his hand, saying, "Your head should be tilted back, and your body should lean forward more."
Shi Lan followed his movements and tried it once, but found it quite difficult.
Haoze waved his hand, signaling her to continue.
Shi Lan still trusted Haoze, and immediately practiced the entire set of techniques.
Watching Shi Lan finish her practice quietly, Hao Ze's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt.
After finishing her round of work, Shi Lan breathed heavily and glanced sideways at Hao Ze.
Haoze coughed slightly and said, "Well done, but your strength is not enough. You need to increase it."
Before she finished speaking, Shi Lan's eyes became even more slanted, and most of her already small eyes were now just white.
Haoze hadn't felt this embarrassed in years, and his face flushed instantly.
Fortunately, Shi Lan had no intention of making things difficult for him. Seeing his attitude, she had an idea and said, "Thank you for your guidance. As a token of my gratitude, I have some newly brewed wine here. Would you like to try some?"
"good."
Being looked down upon by a newly transformed fairy yet still lingering and refusing to leave was already an unbelievable thing for Haoze, let alone immediately accepting the invitation without hesitation.
Hearing his own voice without any pause, he even wondered if he was hallucinating.
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