Sikong Haoxuan called for the maids of honor, set up seats in the courtyard, and looked at the rolling and screaming beastmen on the ground with great interest. The maid of the Sikong family was worthy of being strictly screened and trained, and when they saw the beastmen rolling on the ground, there was no trace of surprise or fear on their faces, and they did not even look at them. As if they could not hear the screams of the orcs, they set up the table and chairs for Sikong Haoxuan and put on the fruits.

Sikong Haoxuan's heart sighed for the power of the orcs' souls, if an ordinary human being would never last more than thirty seconds under the ravages of the scorching, this is really a powerful race.

Five minutes, a few orcs actually lasted for five minutes under the scorching of the soul. In the ancient times, the most powerful sorcerer slaves could only last for two minutes under the burning of souls. At this moment, Sikong Haoxuan's eyes had long been different when he looked at the orcs, as if he had discovered a treasure with excitement.

"Beastmen, they are simply natural sorcerer slaves that can be tempered to become the most powerful sorcerer guards." Sikong Haoxuan meditated in his mind on the techniques used by the ancient great sorcerers to exercise their sorcerer guards. A moment later, not being able to get the hang of it, Sikong Haoxuan could not help but sink into his fixation and began to simulate the various methods of cultivating witch guards in the ancient times.

The four beastmen who were freed from the soul scorching did not dare to make any movements and quietly lay in place. Those who hadn't experienced the Soul Scorch would never be able to understand what kind of pain that was. In the ancient times, there had never been a single sorcerer slave who rebelled because there was a deep brand in the soul.

Time passes the fastest when you care the least about it, and in what seemed like the twinkling of an eye, the heavens and earth had entered twilight. The maids of honor, set up bright palace lights in the courtyard.

Opening his eyes, Sikong Haoxuan sighed regretfully, ''It's really unimaginable that in the ancient times, those powerful Sorcerer Guards were so tedious to cultivate. Under the existing circumstances of this world, I'm afraid that there is no hope of cultivating as many sorcerer guards as in the ancient times."

Sikong Haoxuan rubbed his brow, simulating a large number of sorcery techniques in his soul in such a short period of time caused him to feel a little tired. Looking at the four beastmen who honestly stayed in front of him, their spirits somewhat depressed, he couldn't help but feel some twinge in his heart.

"Alright, all of you get up, don't rely on the ground. As orcs bathed in the aura of the War God, how can you make such a gesture." Sikong Haoxuan said to the few beastmen who were lying on the ground.

The four beastmen got up extremely quickly and stood in a row in front of Sikong Haoxuan. They themselves were not sure why they were behaving in such a manner, as if it was supposed to be so. Sikong Haoxuan looked at the four beastmen with satisfaction in his heart, "It seems that I still like beastmen warriors, beastmen lackeys really make people feel awkward."

Sikong Haoxuan pointed at the lion man, "Starting with you, report your names."

The lion head lowered its large head, not daring to look squarely at Sikong Haoxuan, "My name is Balon."

Elephant Man: "Wick."

Eagle Man: "Blue Miller."

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Snake Man: "Uman."

The four people were filled with fear, the four orcs who spoke carefully made Sikong Haoxuan feel greatly bored, but there was nothing he could do about it, the branding that was created under the Soul Scorch would follow them for the rest of their lives, the mentality of these orcs had long since been influenced by the soul subconsciously, and they had simply already forgotten their hostility towards Sikong Haoxuan.

That is, the orcs will leave such a deep brand under the soul burning, if it is a human experiencing such a long time of soul burning, the soul has long been turned into flying ash, the depth of the brand is simply impossible to talk about.

Sikong Haoxuan recruited the maids of honor and brought the four beastmen into the pavilion to rest, waiting for their spirits to recover before they could be competent litter bearers.

Returning to the hall, Xue'er saw that Sikong Haoxuan was somewhat tired, she greeted the maid and called for hot water, and after personally testing the temperature of the water, she sprinkled it with fresh flower petals and cleaned and wiped it for him.

Half lying on the soft chair, Sikong Haoxuan allowed Xue'er to wipe his face for him, so comfortable that he was unwilling to open his eyes. "Fourth Young Master, you seem to be very tired. Do you want me to order them to put on water for you to bathe?" Xue'er whispered in Sikong Haoxuan's ear.

"No need, let's talk about it later, I'm going to check on Nan Xing, I don't know how injured he is."

"Fourth Young Master, just now, it was a beastman screaming outside, wasn't it, it was very miserable. Was it the beastmen you captured back?" Xue'er's large eyes were filled with curiosity.

Sikong Haoxuan smiled faintly, "I bought them. What, since you're interested in the beastmen, then you didn't go out to take a look just now?"

Xue'er skimmed her red and tender little mouth, "How could Fourth Young Master forget that I am your chamberlain. The rules of the mansion state that a chamberlain is not allowed to step out of the room without the master's command."

Sikong Haoxuan, who already had a headache with the numerous rules of the Sikong Mansion, scratched Xue'er's small nose, "From today onwards, you are free in the Sikong Mansion to go wherever you want. If anyone questions it, you can just say that I said so."

"Really? Great, tomorrow I can go to the back garden, I like that big pond in the garden the most." Xue'er waved her small hands with some excitement.

Looking at Xue'er, who was like a small flower in full bloom, for the first time, Sikong Haoxuan's heart was revolted by some of the rules in the family.

"Alright, tomorrow, Xue'er can go wherever she likes, now go upstairs and rest, I'll go check on Nan Xing." Sikong Haoxuan got up and said.

Xue'er lifted her small face with some hesitation, "Fourth Young Master, there are rules in the residence, ah, if the master has not rested, the chamberlain is not allowed to go to bed first."

Sikong Haoxuan became a little annoyed with these inexplicable rules, but reason told him that it was not Xue'er's fault, and reluctantly said in a soft voice, "Doesn't the mansion stipulate that the chamberlain must obey unconditionally?"

Xue'er thought for a moment and seemed to comprehend what was going on and smiled, "Young master, I'll go rest now."

Looking at Xue'er who walked upstairs, Sikong Haoxuan shook his head, secretly deciding that he must change all the various inexplicable rules within the mansion when he has the chance.

The arrangement in Nan Xing's room remained the same, so that one would not have a single interest in the room. Nan Xing, who had long ago treated his wounds, was still standing in the room cultivating his Dou Qi. Sikong Haoxuan looked at Nan Xing whose body was flashing with red light, his heart was a bit puzzled, he had never been able to imagine how fighting qi could be cultivated while standing, this was probably also the reason why Nan Xing was able to adapt so quickly to cultivating while walking around.

"Nan Xing, in such a short period of time, you were able to cultivate your Dou Qi to a level equal to that of a rank four warrior, such progress is something that I did not expect."

The Dou Qi on Nan Xing's body appeared to fluctuate briefly before smoothing out, Sikong Haoxuan knew that Nan Xing was listening to himself and continued, "There is nothing more I can point out to you about your Dou Qi cultivation, when you are able to cultivate completely in the 'Years and Years', your Dou Qi will naturally be able to come to fruition in terms of quantity. Today, I will take you to feel what skill is."

For the second time in such a long time, Sikong Haoxuan instructed Nan Xing on his martial skills, and Nan Xing, who had not yet fully stepped into the Dao of Slaying, had a brief fluctuation in his mind as he opened his eyes to gaze at Sikong Haoxuan.