Chapter 103: My Name Is Lin Hongyi

“Hiss!” Little Jin’s eyes showed concern as he looked at Lin Fan beside him. At this moment, Lin Fan’s forehead was drenched in sweat, and fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

“I’ve done everything I can. Whether it works depends on if she can hold on,” Lin Fan said, wiping the blood from his lips. He gazed at Ximen Yiyi, who was being torn apart by countless Heavenly Flower Scale Snow Snakes. Naturally, he understood Little Jin’s worry—it was for Ximen Yiyi.

Ximen Yiyi’s upper body was bare, and the countless snakes bit into her, injecting venom. Lin Fan had just used the last ounce of his energy to protect her heart meridian. He unleashed a surge of soul energy, wielding a soul blade to sever and then help her refine her soul power.

Though his soul energy remained somewhat intact, it suffered heavy damage. From his life force to his physical body and soul, he had been severely injured.

But he had no choice—Ximen Yiyi was different from Beiming Xi. Though Beiming Xi was born with a fatal poison vein, she was from a noble family with excellent aptitude and remarkable comprehension. Even Lin Fan felt inferior to her in many ways.

Despite being unable to cultivate due to numerous divine-level experts sacrificing their lifespans to extend hers, her soul power remained formidable. Moreover, Beiming Xi had studied countless medical classics and even personally authored the Celestial Deficiency Classic. Though lacking cultivation, her soul power grew stronger through such enlightenment.

Hence, while cultivating the Heavenly Poison Heart Sutra, she could naturally control the poison with her soul power.

Ximen Yiyi, however, was different. From the start, she was just an ordinary child—no cultivation, no strong soul power. How could she manipulate the poison with soul energy?

Swallowed by poison, Lin Fan could not intervene directly. His only option was to teach her the Heavenly Poison Heart Sutra, which included cultivation steps. He sacrificed part of his soul energy to empower her, enabling her to internalize, use soul power to control the heavenly poison and myriad toxins.

“Little one, listen to me—before I get to the academy, it’s up to you to protect yourself,” Lin Fan said, flicking Little Jin’s head with a smile. Seeing Little Jin puffing out his chest proudly, Lin Fan turned back and faced Ximen Yiyi, whose face was now distorted in pain.

Time passed like a fleeting horse, and half a day slipped by in the blink of an eye.

Now, in the cold pool, Ximen Yiyi’s face showed no more pain. Vital energy surged around her, circulating through her body.

In the distance, on the grassland, two campfires flickered. Over one, a pot of meat soup simmered, steam rising enticingly, making one’s appetite stir instinctively.

At the other fire, Lin Fan turned a grill over the flames. A large thigh of some unknown creature roasted to a golden crisp, sprinkled with cumin, chili powder, and other spices.

Little Jin sat beside Lin Fan, flicking out his forked tongue, dripping snake saliva continuously.

Though he loved blood meat to fuel his evolution, Lin Fan’s cooking skills were irresistible even to him.

“Beiming has a fish called Kun. The Kun is so huge it can’t fit in one pot. It transforms into a bird named Peng, which is so enormous it needs two grills: one secret recipe, one mildly spicy,” Lin Fan mused while roasting the leg. Suddenly, he turned to Little Jin and said, “I think that’s wrong. Just this Iron-winged Eagle’s one thigh needs a whole grill, and half its body requires a big pot.”

“Imagine how massive the Kunpeng must be. Just the phrase ‘angrily flying, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky’ lets you picture that no matter how many grills and pots in the world you have, you might not be able to roast or stew it all!”

“Hiss!” Little Jin looked puzzled. It had no idea what Lin Fan was talking about.

“Don’t say you don’t understand—neither do I!” Lin Fan chuckled, scratching his chin as he looked at Little Jin’s adorably clueless expression. Then he gazed into the distance, murmuring, “Though it’s a joke popular online in my past life, I really hope one day to be strong enough to catch and stew a Kunpeng for a feast!”

Several hours earlier, Ximen Yiyi had finally, against all odds, used heavenly poison to condense her meridians, putting Lin Fan at ease. He then sent Little Jin out to hunt and nourish their bodies.

Now, with her meridians formed, the poison mixed with absorbed vital energy, Ximen Yiyi stepped into the Qi Conduction Realm. If she released her vital energy, even a cultivator at the Qi Meridian stage would die instantly.

Remember, the second-tier Heavenly Flower Scale Snow Snake’s venom could easily kill a third-tier ferocious beast. Ximen Yiyi absorbed the snake’s venom mixed with vital energy, enhanced by her heavenly poison. Instantly killing third-tier beings was normal.

Even fourth-tier beasts or Qi Meridian cultivators struck by her venom would face death without swift treatment or cutting off the poison source.

Now, under the heavenly poison’s blessing, her venom was only slightly weaker than Little Jin’s used to be.

When Little Jin was second-tier, his venom easily killed third-tier beasts, and fourth-tier beasts struck by it would die without prompt treatment.

Since growing his second pair of fleshy wings, Little Jin became a third-tier beast. Fourth-tier beasts or Qi Meridian cultivators struck by his venom would be killed immediately unless they possessed exceptional healing medicine.

Though Little Jin’s venom was deadly, his blood was also a sacred healing medicine of equal renown. The more potent his poison, the stronger his blood’s healing power.

Now that Ximen Yiyi cultivated the Heavenly Poison Heart Sutra, she and Little Jin would grow even closer.

The sutra contained not only cultivation methods but also various medical and poison-making techniques—Beiming Xi’s lifelong essence.

By teaching Ximen Yiyi the sutra, Lin Fan indirectly found Beiming Xi a disciple. Of course, given Beiming Xi’s proud nature, she might not want to accept one.

In the future, for Ximen Yiyi to grow stronger, she would not only cultivate normally but also ingest various poisons—just like Little Jin. Since the sutra included poison-making methods, most of the toxins she consumed would be ones she crafted herself. Little Jin would surely pester her relentlessly for them, just like he did with Old Jin, Beiming Xi’s snake.

Beiming Xi concocted various rare poisons, using them on herself and Old Jin. She also extracted Old Jin’s venom, integrating it into her body, while sharing her heavenly poison with Old Jin. They complemented each other.

However, Ximen Yiyi had a fatal weakness—she had never undergone physical tempering, so her body was fragile. If attacked up close, she would likely die instantly.

Only when she reached the Qi Meridian Realm would her true energy boost her physical strength.

Her soul power was already strong, at least at the Qi Meridian level. Remember, Lin Fan had sacrificed half of his peak Qi Meridian soul force to empower her.

For most, losing half their soul power would be a crippling injury.

But Lin Fan’s soul power was immense, many times stronger than the Stream Realm. Even he didn’t know its full extent.

Because of its overwhelming strength, he dared not use it recklessly.

Giving up half his Qi Meridian soul power was like having a reservoir of water but only moving a basin-sized portion. Even if half the basin spilled, it barely affected the reservoir.

Refilling the basin from the reservoir was easy but gradual.

While water flowed into the basin, the remaining half-basin of water could not be disturbed. If moved, it might cause a sudden backflow, bursting the basin.

Now, Lin Fan hoped Ximen Yiyi would finish her cultivation quickly. There were only three and a half days until the Heavenly Book Academy’s enrollment deadline, and he feared missing it.

As Lin Fan pondered, footsteps approached. He smiled, turning to see Ximen Yiyi stepping out of the cold pool, her face bright with joy.

“Big Brother, I really succeeded!” she exclaimed.

Though she had been resolute before, only when the heavenly poison entered her did she grasp the agony—her meridians corroded as if eaten away, not something to speak lightly of.

Condensing her meridians with the poison was even worse, like carving channels through flesh and blood.

She had often thought she couldn’t endure, but each time she remembered the blood feud against her family and the man who fiercely fought off the black-clad attackers while carrying her, she gritted her teeth and found strength again.

Her will faltered many times, but each time her father’s and uncles’ tragic deaths, the man who bore her, and the massive wound on his back brought her back to clarity.

“Yiyi, live well!”

“Take care of yourself, Yiyi. Uncle Qing Luo can no longer care for you!”

“You called me Big Brother; then you are my little sister. I will protect you, silly girl!”

“Remember, it’s not your fault. If anything, it’s because you were too weak.”

“If you were strong enough, who would dare harm your family? Anyone who touches a hair on your kin’s head deserves to be wiped out.”

“One day, everyone under heaven will only show you respect and fear. Even if they harbor ill will, they won’t dare reveal it!”

These words shook her spirit, bringing her back to full consciousness again and again.

That was her father, Uncle Qing Luo, and the confident, proud yet warm figure from that night.

“Mm, you’ve succeeded. From now on, you can cultivate properly. Remember to avenge your father and uncles!” Lin Fan nodded with a smile.

Then his brow furrowed slightly. Though Ximen Yiyi had dressed, her clothes were soaked with blood. Even after soaking in the cold pool, the stains remained.

Lin Fan took a pure white robe from his storage ring and handed it to her.

“Yiyi, your clothes are soaked in blood. Wear this for now. When Big Brother takes you to Nanhuo City, you’ll have more clothes to change into.”

“Okay, Big Brother!” Ximen Yiyi nodded.

Looking at her blood-stained garments, her gaze suddenly wavered.

“Big Brother, don’t call me Yiyi anymore. I don’t want that name, nor the surname Ximen.”

“They killed my father and uncles. I have a blood feud with them. One day, I will destroy the Ximen family!”

Hearing this, Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, noting the serious, mature expression on her porcelain face—hardly like a little girl.

“So, what shall I call you?”

“Call me Red Clothes. These blood-dyed clothes belong to my uncles, my Big Brother’s blood. I will avenge you all—I will avenge myself!”

“Red Clothes—that name will always remind me of that night’s blood feud and the blood that dyed my clothes.”

Lin Fan nodded. “Alright, I’ll call you Hong Yi from now on.”

“Big Brother, what’s your surname?”

“My surname is Lin, and my name is Lin Fan.”

“I don’t know my father’s surname. The Ximen surname was bestowed by the family. Since I no longer want to be Ximen, and I don’t know my father’s original surname…”

“Big Brother risked his life to save me and teach me cultivation. Uncle Qing Luo told me to repay you with my life. So I will take the surname Lin.”

“My name is Lin Hong Yi…”

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