Watching the rabbit ahead continue to grow and swell, Han Li suddenly sensed something was amiss. He abruptly recalled a memory and, without hesitation, threw the porcelain bowl—once regarded as a serpent or a scorpion—into the medicinal field. Then he turned and ran, sprinting all the way until he stopped some fifteen paces away from the rabbit. As he turned to look back, two explosions—one in front and one behind—resounded almost simultaneously. Han Li shivered, and upon turning, he saw that both rabbits had been ruptured, blown into several pieces, their flesh and blood scattered across the ground. Two depressions where the rabbits had been tied now stood in the field, surrounded by scattered remains—limbs, fragments of body, and splashes of blood and meat—making the scene truly devastating. Han Li exhaled a long breath, then sat down heavily on the ground. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been caught in the explosion from the rabbit. Though he wouldn't necessarily have suffered a serious injury, being drenched in rabbit blood and meat fragments wasn't exactly comfortable. Once his mind calmed, Han stood up and walked over to the crater. He glanced at the scene—bloodied and torn—and then at the shattered porcelain bowls scattered in the medicinal field. He was at a loss. Han had expected to find some precious elixir in the green liquid, but instead encountered something truly terrifying. The poison was poison, certainly, but the way it had killed the rabbit—so惨—was beyond belief. Now, he simply wouldn't touch it. It was too frightening! Han wasn't unfamiliar with deadly poisons. Under the guidance of Doctor Mo over the years, he had witnessed countless toxins that caused immediate death, yet none had claimed such a dramatic and gruesome end. Han Li's mental resilience was truly strong; despite the circumstances, he remained composed and stayed a little longer before deciding to leave. Since noon was approaching, he intended to deliver the specially prepared elixir to his senior, Li Shi. All the arrangements for the aftermath here would have to wait until he completed this delivery. With this in mind, Han Li didn't linger any longer at the explosion site, leaving all the complications for later. He returned to his residence, rested briefly, and then set off toward the entrance of Shen Shou Valley. Han Li was punctual—he arrived precisely at noon. Yet Li Feiyu appeared already anxious, waiting patiently at the valley entrance. Standing alone at the valley's exit, he had changed into a white brocade robe, still carrying the long sword that had left such a deep impression on Han Li. When Han Li arrived, Li Feiyu faced him with a touch of urgency, gazing anxiously toward the valley. Only upon seeing Han Li's arrival did Li Feiyu calm down, a gentle smile playing at the corner of his lips, his face brightening with warmth. "Han brother, you truly are punctual! You said noon, and you arrived precisely at noon— I've been waiting for over half an hour!" Li Feiyu said half-jokingly, half-reminding him of his tardiness. "I'm sorry. Yesterday, preparing the medicine took much longer, so I didn't sleep until late. As a result, I woke up later than usual. After finishing all my current tasks, it just so happened that I arrived at noon." Han Li replied with a mixture of sincerity and slight exaggeration. "Han brother, the medicine—has the medicine been prepared properly?" Li Feiyu, growing anxious, began to speak somewhat stammeringly. Han Li didn't answer his question directly. Instead, he smiled calmly, slowly withdrawing a medicine packet from his chest, about the size of a palm, and then tossed it to Li Feiyu. "Each time you take the Zhunmui Pills, first dissolve one spoon of the powdered medicine from the packet in a glass of cold water. This will help alleviate your discomfort." "Thank you, Han brother! Thank you, Han brother!" Li Xiang was overjoyed—any slight relief from the pain would have been a great blessing. The agony he experienced while taking the Drawn-Intestine Pills had truly made him shiver with fear. Though he had previously taken numerous pain-relieving medications, none had provided much relief. Since Han brother not only understood the full characteristics of the Drawn-Intestine Pills but had also personally taken them, it was possible that this medicine might actually work. "You don't need to rush to thank me just yet. Thank me only when the medicine proves effective. Also, this is just one year's supply. I've used up all my current herbs. Once I gather enough ingredients, I'll prepare several more batches for you," Li Xiang said frankly. "It's fine—this is a full year's dosage, so it should last us for now. Whether or not the medicine works, Han brother, I truly appreciate your thoughtfulness." Li Shi took what he wanted, and his expression returned to normal—no longer forced. He simply and straightforwardly stated that he now owed Han Li a great favor. Han Li smiled slightly, said nothing further, and then politely bid Li Shi farewell and returned. Li Feiyu, holding the secret medicine, also wanted to hurry back to test its effects and did not linger to keep Han Li. The two exchanged polite goodbyes and parted ways. Upon returning to the valley, Han Li first went to the herb garden to tidy up. He gathered the rabbit’s remains, the blood-stained soil, the broken dishes, and piled them all into a ditch. Then he filled in the two unexpected depressions with soil, making the area appear exactly as it had before the experiment. Satisfied with the result, Han Li wiped the dust from his hands and surveyed the surroundings, checking for any overlooked details. As his eyes fell upon the spot where the porcelain bowl had shattered, he paused and thought deeply. He remembered clearly that when he threw away the bowl, the diluted clear water inside splashed onto that small patch of medicinal herbs, wetting several of them. This made him hesitate—would these herbs become toxic after absorbing the water? And if humans consumed such toxic herbs, would they end up just like the rabbits? Should he then clear them away now? A series of questions suddenly arose in Han Li's mind. After careful consideration, he decided to wait and observe them for a while, treating it as a small experiment. If the herbs truly became toxic within the next few days, he could always remove them then. With his decision settled, seeing no immediate tasks to attend to, he returned to the stone chamber to practice his cultivation techniques, hoping to achieve further breakthroughs on the foundation of his strengthened abilities. Han Li no longer cares about the specific applications of this technique. Now, practicing it has become an instinctive response—he doesn't even know what to do on the mountain if he doesn't engage in its cultivation. Pursuing deeper refinement of this technique has become the sole focus of his current life. After a dedicated afternoon of focused practice, Han Li was disheartened to realize that he truly is not a natural prodigy. Though he sensed that only a fingertip's effort remained to reach the fourth level, he made no progress at all, having wasted the entire afternoon in strenuous effort. It seemed clear now that without external aid from medicinal herbs, he would remain stuck at the third level forever. Han Li began to eagerly anticipate Dr. Mo's return, hoping that he would come back promptly and find a sufficient supply of herbs to help him overcome his current predicament.