The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yifei paused for a moment.

Turn over? Turn face up?

He looked down at his hunched posture, glanced down again, and realized what was happening.

If Leng Rushuang were to turn over, wouldn't she see it at a glance?

"Um... Xinghe, how about we skip the front?" Shen Yifei discussed with Xinghe in his mind, "The poison on the back hasn't been completely removed yet."

"Brother, the poison on your back has spread to both sides, and the poison on your front is even more severe. What's the use of just massaging your back if you don't massage the front? It only treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

Liu Mengli let out a long, meaningful "Oh..." from inside the cauldron.

Helpless, Shen Yifei could only bend his body at a ninety-degree angle and clear his somewhat dry throat.

"Miss Leng, the toxins on your back have been mostly removed; now we need to check your front. It's difficult for me to operate from your current position. Could you... turn over?"

Leng Rushuang lay motionless on the bed, and the cabin remained quiet for a full ten breaths.

Shen Yifei thought she was about to get angry, and was about to take two steps back to avoid being smashed into ice shards.

Leng Rushuang moved, but didn't get angry; she slowly turned over.

The movements were so slow that Shen Yifei felt like he was watching a slow-motion replay.

First, lift your head from the crook of your arm, then turn to your side, and finally lie flat on your back.

Throughout the entire process, her eyes remained closed.

Leng Rushuang lay flat on the cold jade bed, her exquisite body exposed before him.

Shen Yifei felt a warm current flowing in his nose.

He quickly tilted his head back and sniffed hard.

"Brother, your nose is bleeding," Xinghe reminded him from inside the cauldron.

"No, I suffered internal injuries."

"Brother, I didn't notice you were injured. This is just a sign of internal heat."

"Don't talk nonsense, kid..."

Shen Yifei took out a piece of cloth from his storage ring, tore it in half, and stuffed it into his nostrils.

Although Leng Rushuang had her eyes closed, she was not deaf. She heard him sniffing and rummaging through something, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Sect Leader Shen, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, Miss Leng. I was just struck by Ye Wuhen's palm, and my internal injuries haven't fully healed yet. My nose is bleeding a little, but it's nothing serious."

Liu Mengli laughed inside the cauldron: "Master, this is the first time you've seen a woman's body and gotten a nosebleed. But this woman's figure is indeed quite good, perfect! Hmm... I'll learn from her... I'll follow her example from now on."

Shen Yifei suppressed his chaotic thoughts and began searching for the toxin accumulation points that Xinghe had mentioned on Leng Rushuang's body.

Upon seeing this, he gasped in shock.

From the collarbone down along both sides of the ribs to the lower abdomen, there is a faint bluish-gray line.

There were similar patterns on the back, but not as obvious as on the front.

"Xinghe, are these bluish-gray substances the toxins?"

"Yes, brother, look at her chest, that's where the blood is most stagnant."

Shen Yifei had a palm-sized bluish-gray area on Leng Rushuang's left chest, near her heart. The area was much darker than the rest of her body, almost black.

"Is this place the source of the poison?"

"Yes, the toxins started spreading outwards from here. You need to massage this area first to disperse the accumulated toxins, and then guide them along the meridians to the dantian."

Shen Yifei swallowed.

That location, to put it nicely, is below the heart; to be more specific, it's the lower edge of the chest.

If you need to massage this area, you definitely have to touch that spot.

"Miss Leng," Shen Yifei tried to keep his voice steady, "I've found the source of the poison, it's on your... um... lower left side of your chest. I need to massage the source of the poison first, and this process might involve some... um... contact."

Leng Rushuang's eyes remained closed, but her eyelashes trembled.

"Do it." The voice was icy, but Shen Yifei could hear a slight tremor in it.

Shen Yifei took a deep breath and placed his hand on it.

Leng Rushuang's body stiffened abruptly.

"Brother, rub it! Rub away the accumulated poisonous blood!"

Xinghe's urging pulled him back from his daze.

Shen Yifei took a deep breath and began to massage.

The force gradually increased, and Leng Rushuang's breathing became rapid.

Shen Yifei glanced at it, then quickly looked away, but couldn't help looking back again.

This goes on and on, like a thief.

Leng Rushuang closed her eyes even tighter, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

"Um... Miss Leng, if it hurts, just say so, and I'll be gentler." Shen Yifei felt hypocritical even as he said this.

He couldn't wait for Leng Rushuang to hum a few more times; her voice was so sweet it could melt anyone's bones.

"It doesn't hurt." Leng Rushuang's voice returned to its icy tone.

Shen Yifei continued to massage, using the heel of his palm and his thumb and the other four fingers to push and press back and forth in that area.

With each massage, Leng Rushuang's body trembled slightly, like a leaf being blown by the wind.

Shen Yifei's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the two pieces of cloth stuffed in his nostrils were already soaked with blood, but he dared not change them.

"Brother, now push down along the meridians to drive the toxins to the dantian."

Shen Yifei's hand moved down her body.

Leng Rushuang gasped.

It wasn't because of the pain, but because when Shen Yifei's hand moved away from her chest, the warmth suddenly disappeared, giving her a vague sense of loss.

She was inwardly condemning herself:

Leng Rushuang, are you crazy? You are the Palace Master of Xuanbing Palace, a cultivator in the mid-stage of Tribulation Transcending, and you feel disappointed after being touched like this by a mere late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?

She mentally berated herself, but she truly felt the poison that had plagued her for decades being driven by Shen Yifei to gather in her dantian.

The areas he massaged felt incredibly comfortable; this guy does have some skill.

Shen Yifei's hands never stopped, and since Leng Rushuang didn't react, he became bolder and bolder.

He touched Leng Rushuang's body from top to bottom, regardless of whether there were toxins or not.

Leng Rushuang could clearly feel that when this guy's palm passed over certain places it shouldn't have lingered, the speed noticeably slowed down, and the force changed. It went from massaging to kneading, and from kneading to stroking.

"Sect Leader Shen, have you had enough?"

Shen Yifei's hand was resting on her inner thigh. Hearing this, he paused, but his face showed no panic. Instead, it was serious. "Miss Leng, the toxins are most concentrated here. I need to spend more time here. Can you feel if it's colder here than the rest of your body?"

Leng Rushuang was slightly taken aback.

She carefully felt the spot where Shen Yifei's palm was pressing; it was indeed colder than the rest of her body. It wasn't the coolness of the skin's surface, but a chilling cold that seemed to seep from deep within her bones.

"You felt it?" Shen Yifei, observing Xinghe's expression, immediately knew she was right. "This is a sign of toxin buildup. Do you sometimes feel numbness or weakness in this leg?"

Leng Rushuang was silent for a moment, then said, "Occasionally."

"Occasionally?" Shen Yifei scoffed. "Miss Leng, you're deceiving yourself. Your cultivation is high, so the poison can't damage your foundation for now, but it's constantly eroding your meridians. Don't you often experience inexplicable pain around the Zusanli acupoint on your left leg? Does it feel like being pricked with needles?"

Leng Rushuang's body tensed up noticeably.

Shen Yifei was overjoyed. Xinghe was indeed quite capable; she could understand a person's physical condition perfectly even through the cauldron.

"How did you know?" A hint of emotion finally flickered in Leng Rushuang's voice.

"How would I know?" Shen Yifei moved his hand away from her inner thigh and pressed up her lower back. "I not only know your legs hurt, I also know that every month you have those few days when your lower abdomen feels heavy and you feel cold all over, no matter how many blankets you cover yourself with. Right?"

Leng Rushuang remained silent.

Shen Yifei didn't press further and continued to massage according to Xinghe's instructions. From the waist to the buttocks, from the buttocks to the thighs, and then from the calves to the ankles, he massaged every acupoint carefully.

Leng Rushuang's body, which was initially tense and stiff, gradually relaxed. Later, she even felt warm all over, as if she were soaking in warm water, so comfortable that she wanted to sleep.

She hadn't felt this way in a long time.