C61 Foundation Elixir

"No need, go to sleep. I'll stay on the sofa for the night."

Hsiao Hee smiled and shook his head, "I've been busy the whole day. You must be tired too."

Su Yun pouted her lips and looked at Hsiao Hee seriously.

"Hsiao Hee, do you hate me?"

Hsiao Hee shook his head, turned around and sat on the sofa.

If this was before he came to Hsiao family, his answer was definitely correct, but it had only been from Old Master Su.

He only felt that Su Yun's life was truly miserable. That pitiful gaze that caused him so much pain was actually just a sign of sympathy for someone who was in the same boat as him.

For a moment, it was as if nothing was that important anymore.

Today, he had personally killed the Patriarch of the Han family, as well as all the higher ups of the Han family.

Hsiao Hee's tensed heart relaxed after he returned to his old Hsiao family residence and saw the desolate manor once again become lively.

He was not afraid of demons in his heart on his path of cultivation, nor was he afraid of them pestering him.

What he was afraid of, was that after slashing his enemies one by one, he still didn't feel happy at all.

After all, the rotten tree was irreversible. The new sprouts under the tree were the true essence of life.

Looking at Hsiao Hee's dazed face, Su Yun leaned against the bed and looked at him. She didn't know how she fell asleep or how she changed her clothes.

That's right, she had changed her clothes!

Early in the morning, Su Yun woke up from her sleep. It had been a long time since she had slept so peacefully.

Perhaps it was because her grandfather was at peace that her mind relaxed.

But when she pulled back the covers and tried to get out of bed.

She noticed that she was only wearing a thin layer of pajamas, even revealing a pink layer underneath.

"Ah!

Su Yun screamed and pulled the blanket back to her chest.

At this moment, Hsiao Hee returned from his morning practice with a white towel hanging around his neck.

Seeing her panic-stricken expression, Hsiao Hee could not help but open his mouth to ask.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Hsiao Hee, you bastard!"

Su Yun had identified Hsiao Hee as the culprit, taking advantage of the fact that he was sleeping to molest him!

Hsiao Hee was stunned by her scolding. He turned around and left the room in confusion.

By the time Su Yun had finished washing up and had arrived at the dining table, the group of people were already almost done eating.

"Yun, why are you up so late, is it —"

Old Master Su wanted to say something, but he stopped himself. Immediately, everyone had a weird expression on their faces.

"Grandfather!" Don't speak nonsense! "

Su Yun rebuked him and lowered her head. There were only seats beside Hsiao Hee on the table. She could only take a deep breath and sit down.

"Are you not feeling well?"

Hsiao Hee looked at Su Yun's blushing face and the food in his hands.

"No!"

Su Yun replied promptly. The redness on her face deepened and her head lowered.

"Then why are you blushing?"

Hsiao Hee looked at her dumbly and asked curiously.

"Pfft!"

The silver-haired man immediately spat out the bean juice in his mouth. He could not help but give a thumbs up in admiration.

Hsiao, your head is really in a daze!

Straight again!

He was stunned again!

Hsiao Hee shook his head in confusion and quickly finished his breakfast.

"..."

Han family, his clan was exterminated!

The news spread like wildfire. In just half a day, it had already flooded the entire Jiangnan Province.

This was one of the top families in Jiangxia City.

Within one night, all the higher-ups had died, and even the Patriarch had died tragically.

This reminded everyone of the young man who killed Han Feng in the black fist competition.

For a time, the legend of the return of a disciple of Hsiao family was spread all over the world, causing countless powers to raise their eyebrows.

Thanks to this fear, Hsiao Hee successfully received quite a few businesses from the Han family.

Hsiao Hee had been staying in the Hsiao family house for the past few days.

One was helping Hsiao Ze recuperate, and the other was taking care of Old Master Su's health.

During this period, Su Guangyao paid a visit to Old Master Su, who had recovered his strength, and scolded him.

However, seeing that his father was recovering, Su Guangyao did not make things difficult for Hsiao Ze anymore. He only gave him a deep look before turning around and leaving.

"Hsiao Hee, don't take it to heart."

Old Master Su let out a long sigh and felt slightly disappointed as he watched Su Guangyao's leaving figure.

"Guang Yao is good at everything, it's just that he's too old-fashioned and looks too highly upon all sorts of complicated etiquette!"

Hsiao Hee nodded and didn't bother too much about it.

"Old Master Su, your health is pretty much better now."

As he said that, he took out a manual manual, "This is a fist technique based on my memories, if you have nothing else to do, you can practice more."

However, Old Master Su shook his head.

"A bunch of old bones. Forget it."

Hsiao Hee smiled and said, "Grandpa Su, you are just a bunch of old bones. Don't you want to experience what it feels like to be a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

Foundation Establishment?

Old Master Su's tiger-like body shook after hearing Hsiao Hee's words. A strange light flashed across his eyes.

"There's really hope for a breakthrough?"

Hsiao Hee smiled without saying a word and made a "please" gesture.

The two of them walked all the way to the backyard of the mansion.

Here, was a huge martial arts practice field. The scar-faced man was leading his subordinates and undergoing inhuman torture.

"Move faster!" Haven't you had breakfast! "

Yaolyi swung the whip in her hand, controlling the fear in everyone's hearts with a serious expression.

Hsiao Hee raised his hand and signaled the scar-faced man to come over.

"Grandpa Su, what do you think of him?"

Old Master Su was slightly surprised. He carefully observed for a while and didn't find anything special.

"It's just an ordinary early stage Qi Refining, what's the difference?"

"But half a month ago, he was still an ordinary person."

Hsiao Hee smiled and patted Scarface's shoulder, "In half a month, he will be a Mid Refinement Stage martial artist."

Was he an ordinary person half a month ago?

Old Master Su's face revealed a hint of shock.

The reason why the so-called underworld clans could dominate a region was because there were a lot of warriors in the clan and a lot of geniuses emerged one after the other.

In the real world, cultivators did not follow the rules. They did not have any martial techniques, nor did they have any guidance from a master.

Therefore, he would never step into the Qi Refining stage.

Hsiao Hee said that in just half a month, he had raised a Refinement Stage martial artist?

Old Master Su seemed to have seen the hope of the family's rise and couldn't help asking.

"Do you have any secret skills?"

"Old Master Su, there's no secret technique. It was Hsiao who gave us the prescription. Even if we're half-dead from training every day, we'll still be full of energy after soaking in the medicinal bath."

The scar-faced man showed off his muscles and laughed.

"Hsiao Hee, do you really have such a magical prescription?"

Old Master Su looked at Hsiao Hee in shock, unable to believe it at all.

"It's not a secret. It's just a formula called the Foundation Elixir."

Hsiao Hee still had a smile on his face, "Below Foundation Stage, if you immerse yourself in the medicinal bath proportionally once a day, your cultivation speed will be ten times faster than ordinary people."

Ten times!

Old Master Su's mouth was wide open in shock.

"Dao Ba, in the future, you will prepare a medicinal bath for Grandpa Su. The ratio of potions is 3: 7. Don't neglect it."

Hsiao Hee looked at the knife-scarred man's excited face and instructed with a smile.

"Yes!" Hsiao, leave it to me.

The scarred man patted his chest and laughed.