Hesitation and suspicion filled his heart; he wished to find comfort but could not.
Li Xuan and Deng Weixian were in such a mood at this moment.
Their hearts were hesitant and uncertain, yet they felt that continuing to cultivate rashly might be ill-advised.
They both had an urgent desire for power, and therefore, they were unwilling to give up easily.
It was also fortunate that Li Xuan had Deng Weixian as his reference; otherwise, he would have long since begun to suspect that it was his own problem.
After all, no one knew if there would be problems with him cultivating human cultivation techniques in a cat's body.
But seeing Deng Weixian fall into distress just like him, his heart was not as anxious.
"Let this kid scout ahead for me first; it won't be too late for me to decide then."
Li Xuan, with his paws tucked in, nestled on the wall, planning to observe for today.
If Deng Weixian continued to cultivate without issues, it wouldn't be too late for him to resume his cultivation then.
An hour and a quarter had passed since midnight, but Deng Weixian still sat motionlessly on the stone stool, delaying his actions.
It was evident that his heart was also filled with indecision.
The torment in his heart was even greater than Li Xuan's; he had no one to refer to, so he could only choose whether to gamble or not.
And the stakes in this gamble were, naturally, his life and everything he had.
Just as Li Xuan thought Deng Weixian would also give up, he finally stood up and continued his practice.
It was the same as usual: he started with the Tiger Form Ten Styles to warm up.
But now, even when Deng Weixian practiced these basic movements, his body began to sway, appearing more strenuous than in previous days.
It seemed his body's exhaustion was only more, not less, compared to Li Xuan's.
"Something must be wrong; otherwise, why would my body get worse the more I practice?"
"What exactly is Deng Weixians Godfather planning?"
Li Xuan frowned in deep thought, unable to understand the key to this matter.
Given the other party's status, there was no need to go to such great lengths to toy with Deng Weixian.
To kill a young eunuch like a rootless duckweed would be as easy as breathing for that person.
"What is the purpose of painstakingly passing down a flawed cultivation technique?"
Just as Li Xuan was at a loss, he suddenly caught a whiff of an unusual fragrance in the air.
The scent was faint, but Li Xuan still caught it.
He sniffed, searching for the source of the smell.
Turning his head, he saw a figure standing silently on the eaves not far away.
Li Xuan shot up, nearly falling headfirst from the wall.
"You scared me to death! When did he arrive?"
That familiar black robe immediately made Li Xuan recognize him as Deng Weixians Godfather.
However, this person's light footwork was somewhat terrifying; Li Xuan had not noticed his arrival at all.
But it was precisely during Li Xuan's extra glance that Deng Weixians Godfather seemed to sense something, turning his head and looking directly at the wall where Li Xuan was.
Their eyes met.
The atmosphere became a little awkward.
A trace of unmasked panic flashed in Li Xuan's eyes, followed by a sudden stroke of genius. He let out a coquettish "Meow," then began to preen and act cute, feigning innocence and charm.
When a tomcat gets frisky, what chance does a queen cat have?
Deng Weixians Godfather visibly froze for a moment, then slowly moved his gaze away after a long time, muttering, "It's only early spring..."
Once he confirmed that the other party had moved his gaze away, Li Xuan darted into the bushes in the courtyard with a whoosh, hiding his figure.
At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.
"This guy is so sharp; he immediately noticed my gaze."
Today served as a reminder for Li Xuan.
Although high places offer wide views, there are few obstructions, leaving one completely exposed.
Once noticed, one would immediately be locked onto.
Although his current identity as a cat was highly deceptive, he still needed to be careful in the future.
Li Xuan walked through the bushes, making rustling sounds, gradually moving away.
Of course, he wasn't leaving; instead, he quietly changed his position and crept back, observing the situation in the courtyard through the leaves and branches of the bushes.
Having finally waited for Deng Weixians Godfather, how could he leave so easily?
In the courtyard, Deng Weixian continued his wobbly practice, already performing the Bloodthirsty Tiger Claw.
Looking at Deng Weixian's current state, he couldn't possibly be unaware of how bad his physical condition was.
But even so, he was still meticulously striking out one move after another.
"He's pushing himself so hard; something's going to happen."
Li Xuan couldn't help but worry; if anything happened to Deng Weixian, Yuer would surely be heartbroken.
After all, Deng Weixian was Yuer's only living blood relative in the world now.
"I wonder what this kid is fighting for, risking his life like this?"
Time passed minute by minute, and Deng Weixian finally finished a set of Bloodthirsty Tiger Claw. But as the last move was completed, his legs gave out, and he fell directly to the ground, panting heavily, like a fish just pulled ashore.
Sweat soaked his clothes, his wet hair clung to his forehead, and his eyes had lost their focus, appearing blank and listless.
Deng Weixian felt his vision slowly rising, as if his soul was about to leave his body.
Confused thoughts flashed through his mind, scenes from his past experiences.
And just as his soul was wandering, he suddenly felt a tightening around his wrist; his right hand was gripped and lifted.
"The blood threads condensed in your palm are much more than I expected; it seems you haven't been slacking off these past few days."
Hearing this familiar voice, Deng Weixian didn't even look. He found strength from somewhere, struggling to support himself with one hand, and switched to a proper kneeling posture.
"Your child greets Godfather."
Deng Weixian's voice was hoarse and weak.
Yet his movements and expression were respectful, so much so that even the old eunuchs who taught etiquette in the palace couldn't find any fault.
His right hand was still held up, but even though this made his kneeling uncomfortable, he showed no disrespect.
Deng Weixians Godfather looked deeply at the young man on the ground, then slowly nodded.
"Not bad."
It was only two words, but even Li Xuan, eavesdropping nearby, could discern the vastly different tone.
"Only with such a mindset can one achieve great things."
After he finished speaking, he applied a slight force to his hand. Deng Weixian immediately felt a gentle strength, lifting his body and swirling him to sit on a nearby stone stool.
During this process, Deng Weixian felt no discomfort; he simply found himself in a different position and posture without realizing how.
This showed how exquisitely precise Deng Weixians Godfather's control over power was.
Before Deng Weixian could think further, his Godfather took out an exquisite earthen jar from under his cloak.
The earthen jar was narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, about an arm's length in height.
As soon as the earthen jar was taken out, Li Xuan noticed that the fragrance he had smelled earlier had become several times stronger.
Evidently, the scent was coming from inside the earthen jar.
While taking out the earthen jar, he kept holding Deng Weixian's right hand.
And after opening the lid of the earthen jar, he mercilessly pressed Deng Weixian's hand directly into it.
Deng Weixian immediately trembled all over, his eyes bulging, filled with bloodshot veins, and sweat poured down his forehead.
He gritted his teeth tightly, his buttocks involuntarily lifting from the stone stool, reacting violently.
"No sound. Hold on for at least ten breaths; the longer, the better."
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