As for the other technique, "Celestial Eye," after having witnessed the remarkable performance of "Fire Ball Technique," Han Li had high expectations of it. However, upon actually casting the spell, Han Li realized that it was merely a simple technique—channeling magical energy into the eyes—and required no significant difficulty, making it easy to master. Yet its function matched its simplicity: it served as a purely supportive technique, used to observe whether magical energy was present within the body and the depth of that energy. Initially, Han Li was enthusiastic about it, continuously applying the "Celestial Eye" technique to both of his eyes, then using the enhanced vision to examine his body's condition. What he observed was a faint glow of white light enveloping him, becoming particularly dense near his Dantian. It seems this is what they call spiritual power. When Han Li saw it, he reached out and gently touched the white light, but felt nothing—just as true qi, it appears to be intangible and formless, only observable through the "Divine Eye Technique." However, after repeatedly using it, Han Li gradually lost interest. After all, within the entire Seven Xuan Sect, only he himself could be considered a half-way spiritual cultivator. Who else would he use the "Divine Eye Technique" to observe? Could he possibly spend his days constantly gazing at himself, indulging in self-admiration? Thus, besides intensifying his practice of the "Fire Ball Technique" in hopes of mastering its application in real combat, Han Li began shifting his focus to several other spells he had yet to learn, gradually repeating and putting them into practice, hoping to achieve further breakthroughs. Thinking of the difficulties involved in mastering other kinds of spells, Han Li, now slightly recovered, couldn't help but sigh again. He had noticed that since he began practicing spells, he had been sighing more frequently than before. "Da—da—" A deep, resonant bell sound came from outside the valley. Han Li furrowed his brows. Recently, it seemed that the number of people seeking medical help had suddenly increased, mostly suffering from external injuries—limb amputations, cuts, and sword wounds. He couldn't afford to delay. After all, saving lives was like putting out fires. Gathering his pre-prepared medical supplies, he stepped out of the room and headed straight toward the valley entrance. At the forest exit outside the valley, Han Li spotted a senior disciple dressed in fine robes, pacing anxiously beneath the great bell, as restless as a chicken on a hot griddle. Upon seeing Han Li, the disciple immediately brightened and hurried over. "Doctor Han, you've finally arrived. My master has been struck by a severe toxin and is now critically ill—please come quickly and see if you can remove it." As the man approached, Han realized he was somewhat familiar with him. They had met several times before—he was a disciple of Elder Li, the fifth-ranking elder in the temple, and had accompanied Elder Li to Shenshou Valley several times to see Han. Thus, they were acquainted on a half-familiar level. "A severe toxin?" Han asked, murmuring in annoyance as he hurried after the man, for he himself still had a toxin lingering on his body. "Yes. My master was engaged in a battle with a skilled warrior from the Wild Wolf Clan while on a mission below the mountain. During the fight, he accidentally received a dose of a dark green seed, which he initially overlooked and even managed to defeat the opponent with. However, upon returning to the monastery, he immediately fell ill and became unconscious." "Have you consulted any other physicians?" "Of course. If it had been a mere ordinary case of poisoning, I wouldn't have come all the way to bother Doctor Han here." Those mediocre physicians knew only that my master had been struck by a rare kind of poison—nothing else. They were even too hesitant to prescribe a single formula. Ma Rong said this with clear disdain, clearly dissatisfied with the other doctors. Upon hearing this, Han Li maintained his composed expression, merely nodded once, and then together with Ma Rong, resumed walking steadily. Yet in his heart, he found himself somewhat doubtful. To be honest, he wasn't particularly skilled at treating poison-related ailments. While he had confidence in managing internal and external injuries thanks to a few effective remedies, he felt uncertain when it came to treating a particularly uncommon and severe poison. Indeed, although he possessed a holy medicine known as "Qingling Powder," capable of neutralizing a wide range of poisons, he couldn't be sure whether it would be effective against this specific one—after all, the variety of toxic substances in the world was endless. Moreover, the other physicians on the mountain were far from useless. They possessed some unique techniques in treating common ailments such as injuries and toxin-related symptoms, which would otherwise have earned them dismissal by the senior figures within the sect long ago. They were indeed very mindful of their own lives and would never tolerate having a mere collection of competent but unremarkable attendants. Yet now, they had dared to open not even a single prescription—clearly indicating that this poison was exceptionally difficult, far beyond ordinary cases. They could only respond to each situation as it arose, adapting on the spot. Even if they failed to save the patient, their reputation would remain intact, since no master physician could claim to cure every illness or treat every condition without exception. Their standing within the sect would thus remain largely unaffected. While Han Li carefully pondered his course of action, Ma Rong nearly carried him along, rushing with both hands tightly gripping his sleeves, heading straight toward Li's residence. Observing his hurried and energetic demeanor, Han Li knew that the bond between them was truly deep and enduring. Han Li felt a bit subdued, as he recalled the strained relationship between himself and Doctor Mo—though officially a master-apprentice, in reality more like rivals. If only their bond could be as harmonious as that between Ma Rong and his master, it would have been wonderful. Deep down, he always held a certain respect for Doctor Mo, since both his strong medical skills and the Changle功 had been passed on to him by Mo. Unfortunately, fate had other plans; the heavens had destined them to be unable to coexist, ultimately leading to a fierce rivalry and, unexpectedly, to Mo's death at Han Li's hands. While Han Li was moved by emotion and expressing his sentiments, Ma Rong had already led him to Li Elder's residence.