A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

Luo Fan neither agreed nor refused, but simply waved his hand again.

"Senior sister, take good care of your injuries."

He didn't linger, opened the door, and his figure disappeared into the night outside.

The door closed gently.

Qin Wushuang stood alone in the room, tightly clutching the warm, smooth pill in her hand.

He stared blankly at the closed door, remaining motionless for a long time.

The candlelight crackled softly.

That's when she woke up.

She looked down at the pill in her hand.

I don't know what he was thinking about.

The corners of her lips curved into a tiny arc.

Leave the guest quarters of Xuantian Sect.

Luo Fan kept walking.

They turned towards the residence of the Qingyun Sect.

Lin Hao's room.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and medicine.

He was shirtless.

He sat cross-legged on the bed.

His body was wrapped in thick bandages.

Bloodstains were still seeping from several places.

He was pale and weak.

He was fully utilizing his internal energy cultivation technique to absorb the medicinal power and repair his severe injuries.

Suddenly, he frowned and his tightly closed eyes snapped open!

Outside the door, extremely faint footsteps approached, unlike the usual pace of the Qingyun Sect disciples.

"Who?!"

With a sharp shout, Lin Hao pointed his fingers like a sword.

Carrying a sharp sword aura, he burst open the door.

It pierced the throat of the person outside the door!

However, the sword abruptly stopped just as it touched the attacker's skin.

Outside the door, Luo Fan seemed to have expected this, neither dodging nor avoiding him, but simply smiling as he looked at him.

"Brother Luo?"

Lin Hao breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his finger.

He coughed softly, aggravating his injury.

He looked apologetic. "So it was you. I'm sorry, I was being a bit too sensitive."

Luo Fan waved his hand, not taking it to heart.

"Even with such serious injuries, Senior Brother Lin can still maintain such vigilance. He truly deserves to be the senior brother of the Qingyun Sect."

Lin Hao gave a wry smile and stepped aside. "Brother Luo, is there something you need so late at night?"

The two entered the room, and Lin Hao lit a candle.

"It's nothing, I just saw that my senior brother's injuries were quite serious, and I wanted to see if I could help you."

Luo Fan casually sat down and took out a vibrant pill, placing it on the table.

Lin Hao picked up the pill.

Hold it to your nose and take a gentle sniff.

A trace of spiritual energy was then infused.

His face immediately showed surprise.

This elixir appears to be just an ordinary rejuvenating pill.

But it contains pure medicinal power and abundant vitality.

Far surpassing any similar pills he had ever seen!

It even surpasses the healing remedy bestowed by the master.

Lin Hao looked at Luo Fan with a complicated expression. "Brother Luo, I am unworthy of such a generous gift."

"Medicines are meant to be used by people."

Luo Fan smiled and said, "Senior Brother Lin, there's no need to be so polite. It's best to recover from your injuries as soon as possible."

"I appreciate Brother Luo's kindness."

Lin Hao pondered for a moment.

He took out a storage bag from his bosom, "But I can't take it for free, you can have these spirit stones."

"Senior Brother Lin, if you really want to thank me, please take care of my business if your sect needs any pills in the future, or if any of your fellow disciples need them."

He said this half-truthfully, with a hint of joking.

This approach avoids making the other party feel awkward about being treated like a favor, while subtly laying the groundwork for a long-term relationship.

Lin Hao gave Luo Fan a deep look and understood his intention.

He put away the storage bag and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"I will remember this kindness."

"If there is any need for my services in the future, as long as it does not violate morality, I will never refuse."

"Senior brother, you flatter me."

Luo Fan stood up. "It's getting late. I won't disturb your healing any longer. Farewell."

After seeing Luo Fan off, Lin Hao sat back down on the bed.

He stroked the warm, smooth pill in his hand, lost in thought.

On the rooftop.

As the night breeze blew by, a figure in a green robe quietly stood on the roof tiles.

He had taken in everything that had just happened in the room, including Luo Fan giving him the pill and the conversation between the two.

"I never expected that this little guy would be such a hidden alchemist."

Master Qingyang stroked his long beard.

What's even more remarkable is that Luo Fan is tactful and insightful in his dealings with others, knows how to cultivate relationships, and has a long-term vision.

Sending the pills was a favor; no reward was mentioned.

Yet it makes people willingly owe favors and remember the kindness shown to them.

This is a long-term strategy to catch a big fish.

First establish good relationships, then plan for the future.

With such a brilliant mind and talent, how could Peach Blossom Temple not prosper?

That old guy Xuanming.

They probably realized long ago that this boy was extraordinary.

Therefore, they are plotting a marriage alliance to bind him firmly to their cause.

Master Qingyang glanced at the guest courtyard of the Xuantian Sect again, his smile deepening.

"Since we're forming an alliance and investing in the future, how can my Qingyun Sect lag behind?"

This karmic connection must be established, and it must be established earlier and more firmly than that of Xuanming!

The opportunity that was within his grasp was delivered to him by that little guy.

With a flick of his whisk, Master Qingyang's figure vanished into the night as a wisp of green smoke.

Outside the guesthouse.

Chu Wuyai was standing in the shadows where the moonlight did not reach.

He gazed at the silent courtyard before him, his brow furrowed, a rare hint of hesitation on his face.

Going to see a girl in the middle of the night is really impolite.

If someone sees this and it gets out, it will damage Yang Shiqi's reputation.

Although he acted freely, he also understood these worldly rules.

But this was something Luo Fan entrusted to him, and he had agreed to it, so how could he go back on his word?

Furthermore, the longer the toxin remains, the more it erodes the vitality of life.

The risk of permanent scarring increases.

For a woman, appearance is more important than life itself.

Chu Wuyai's mind flashed back to the image of Yang Shiqi wearing a veil and with dim eyes during the day.

That's it.

To act uprightly and walk the straight path.

As long as you have a clear conscience, that's enough.

If this really causes controversy, he will take full responsibility.

Having made up his mind, Chu Wuyai no longer hesitated.

The courtyard is quiet and secluded.

Chu Wuyai arrived at the door of a side room.

The candlelight in the room was still burning, and a slender silhouette was projected onto the window paper, seemingly sitting at the table.

Chu Wuyai raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

Three soft sounds.

The silhouette in the room moved slightly.

A moment later, the door was opened a crack.

A veiled face was revealed, revealing only a pair of clear yet sorrowful eyes.

Yang Shiqi was taken aback when she saw the person outside the door. "Are you Senior Brother Chu?"

The voice was soft, tinged with doubt.

She couldn't understand why this aloof swordsman from Peach Blossom Temple would visit alone in the middle of the night.

Chu Wuyai nodded slightly.

His expression remained as calm as ever.

He simply handed over the jade bottle in his hand.

"I was entrusted by Junior Brother Luo to deliver this Ice Skin Jade Bone Pill to you."

"This pill can help you remove stubborn toxins from your face, repair damaged skin, and revitalize it."

Yang Shiqi was stunned.

She instinctively took the jade bottle, which was slightly cool to the touch.

She could feel the extraordinary medicinal power contained within the bottle even through the glass.

Surprise, astonishment, and emotion... a whole host of feelings welled up inside me in an instant.

She didn't expect it.

They were just casual acquaintances during the day.

Luo Fan, who hadn't even spoken a word.

He was actually concerned about her injuries.

He even specially entrusted Chu Wuyai to deliver such precious pills.

What surprised her even more was that this Senior Brother Chu was also a very honest person.

"Thank you very much, Senior Brother Chu. I will definitely go to thank Senior Brother Luo in person another day."

Yang Shiqi's voice trembled slightly, and she pursed her lips beneath the veil.

"It's alright."

Chu Wuyai shook his head. "Junior Sister, please rest well. I won't disturb you any longer."

He turned to leave.

"Nephew, why are you leaving so soon after arriving?"

A strong, cheerful voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard.

Chu Wuyai paused, then looked up.

Master Qingyang, holding a whisk, appeared in the courtyard at some unknown time.

"I've met the real person."

Chu Wuyai bowed respectfully, a slight chill running through him.

This Qingyun Sect Master was indeed highly skilled; I hadn't noticed his approach at all.

Master Qingyang waved his hand and turned his gaze to Yang Shiqi, who was still holding the jade bottle and looked somewhat at a loss.

"You silly girl, you didn't even invite them in for a seat. Is this how I've always taught you manners?"

"There's no need for you to blame Junior Sister Yang."

Chu Wuyai interrupted, "It was this junior who disturbed junior sister's cultivation. The pills have been delivered, and this junior will take his leave now."

"Hey, my dear nephew, wait a minute."

Master Qingyang stopped him, saying, "I have also heard of this Ice Skin Jade Bone Pill."

"It is a holy medicine for detoxification and restoring one's appearance."

"Since it's been delivered, why not let Shiqi take it on the spot, so that this humble Taoist can see for himself?"

He looked at Yang Shiqi, "Girl, how can we let down your Senior Brother Chu's good intentions with such a good medicine?"

Yang Shiqi glanced at her master, then at Chu Wuyai, and nodded gently.

She took out the pill, lifted a corner of her veil, and put the pill into her mouth.

The medicinal effects dissipated.

A cool sensation rises from the lower abdomen, quickly flows throughout the body, and finally gathers on the face.

She felt slightly uncomfortable, as if countless ants were crawling on her face.

And those toxins were also rapidly broken down and dissolved under the effect of the elixir.

The process lasted about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

With a wave of her hand, Master Qingyang caused the veil on her face to fall away, revealing her true face.

"My face... is it healed?"

Yang Shiqi couldn't help but reach out and touch it; it felt smooth and delicate.

The newborn skin was so white it was almost transparent.

Long eyelashes cast a soft shadow under the eyelids.

Her cherry lips were naturally red without any makeup.

Chu Wuyai was stunned without realizing it.

Master Qingyang took all of this into view.

"Nephew, what do you think of my disciple?"

Chu Wuyai, puzzled, answered truthfully, "Junior Sister Yang is as beautiful as an immortal, truly a celestial being."

"Haha, very well then. This humble Taoist priest will arrange for this girl to be betrothed to you today, is that alright?"

In an instant, Yang Shiqi's pretty face flushed red.

Chu Wuyai was stunned.

No!

He was just running errands to deliver some pills, how did he end up giving himself a wife?

Why didn't Junior Brother Luo remind him that this pill had such a side effect?

Is it too late to run now?

But before he could put it into action, Master Qingyang suddenly pointed out a finger.

His body stiffened instantly, and he was unable to move.

"My disciple, this is all the help I can give you!"

Master Qingyang winked at Yang Shiqi and then disappeared into the night.

All that remained was a string of hearty laughter echoing in the night sky.