At that moment, before Han Li had even finished explaining, he suddenly had a flash of light from one finger and lightly touched the red birthmark on the young woman's palm. A small cluster of green light flashed and then vanished into the mark. Wen Siyue and the other woman were utterly puzzled, yet dared not interrupt Han Li's spell. Immediately, an astonishing sight unfolded! After the green light disappeared, the red birthmark grew even more vividly crimson, then began to stretch and transform, gradually taking the form of a lifelike blood-red dragon pattern that emerged clearly on the palm—so real it seemed as though it had truly come to life. "Indeed!" Han Li murmured, his gaze now fixed on Tian Qin'er, filled with an increasingly strange expression. "Master Han, my daughter...," Wen Siyue said, her heart suddenly racing and her face showing clear concern. "Nothing serious. I've finally discovered the unique reason for the peculiar toxicity within your daughter's body. As you mentioned earlier, she became this way after being bitten by an unknown poisonous insect." After taking a deep breath, Han Li asked, "Indeed, it is precisely because of this that my daughter has developed the toxic symptoms. However, we have personally tested the insect ourselves—though the venom does prove difficult to expel, it is far from the helpless condition your daughter currently exhibits." Wen Siyue's expression tightened immediately, and she quickly replied. "Heh, of course. The toxicity merely serves as an aggravating factor for your daughter's current condition. The real cause of her life-threatening situation is her unique 'Dragon's Roar' constitution! A female cultivator possessing a male-specific physical trait, combined with the insect's venom—being predominantly yang in nature—has led to the symptoms we now observe. Even without the toxic attack, your daughter's vital energy would gradually wane and she would not survive past forty." Han Li gently pointed to the red dragon pattern on the girl's palm, speaking with quiet assurance. "The 'Dragon's Roar' constitution! Impossible. When my wife and I personally examined my daughter at birth, we found no abnormalities at all." Wen Siyue's face turned pale instantly. "The Long-Whistle constitution of your daughter is extremely rare—it's a latent condition. It only manifests under external triggers or spontaneously later in life, and ordinary people usually fail to notice it. Those possessing this constitution may progress swiftly in cultivation, but as their practice intensifies, the balance between yin and yang energies within their bodies gradually deteriorates. Eventually, before reaching the foundational stage, they will inevitably perish." Han Li said calmly. "Then, even if my daughter completely eliminates this toxin, she will no longer be able to continue her cultivation!" Wen Siyue looked visibly alarmed, and the man of the Tian surname also appeared deeply concerned. "We'll address other matters later. For now, I'll first remove the toxin from her. You two please step out of the room for a while and come back only when I call you." Han Li didn't offer any further comments, yet issued the instruction with complete courtesy. "Yes!" Wen Siyue and her husband naturally had no objections and thus withdrew. The young lady, seeing this, for the first time, showed a hint of unease. Yet Han Li did not turn around, and merely swept his sleeve with a sudden motion. A shimmering azure glow flashed, and Tian Qin'er instantly felt her vision blur, collapsing unconscious onto the bed. Han Li then turned around, carefully observing the young woman, as though trying to discern something significant in her presence. "Identical aura, a female form yet possessing the body of a dragon, skilled in array techniques... Is this mere coincidence, or is there truly a phenomenon where souls reincarnate, preserving their spiritual essence?" After a moment of silence, Han Li sighed softly and murmured a few words. Then, he brought his hands together and separated them, and suddenly, several slender, fine needles—shimmering with silver light—appeared between his fingers. Han Li raised his hand. A series of soft "puff" sounds echoed as the silver needles shot forth, precisely piercing various points on the young woman's body. They flashed briefly before vanishing without a trace. Han Li hurriedly pressed his palms, his ten fingers bouncing erratically, launching a series of colorful hand seals from his fingertips that instantly coalesced into a radiant five-hued light net, fully enclosing the young woman beneath it... Outside the wooden cottage lay a small courtyard resembling a three-compartment courtyard. Wen Siyue and the field-named cultivator stood within it, their eyes frequently glancing toward the closed wooden door, their expressions occasionally tinged with concern. It was clear that both of them truly cherished their only daughter. The four disciples at the foundational stage of cultivation stood motionless, breathless, waiting in hushed anticipation. Inside the room, silence reigned supreme—unbroken and profound. This growing unease gradually deepened on the composed man's face. Yet, despite this, he dared not communicate with Wen Siyue verbally. He was well aware of the exceptional strength of a late Yuan-En stage cultivator's spiritual awareness; any transmission of words would inevitably be detected by Han Li within the room. Should any remark further irritate him, he would surely regret it deeply. At that moment, the scholar named Tian was visibly agitated, his expression shifting between gloom and hope, his heart pounding with anxiety. Suddenly, a calm voice from within his ears spoke softly, "All right, you may enter." Upon hearing this, the composed young man felt as though released from a heavy burden, hurriedly stepping toward the door, and glanced over at Wen Si Yue. The beautiful young woman also beamed with joy, clearly having received the same inner message. Without further hesitation, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. Wen Si Yue followed closely behind. Han Li remained seated on the chair, his gaze lowered upon the fist-sized surge of emerald flame now in his hands. Within the flame, several strands of black silk writhed and twisted, as if alive with spirit. The young girl lay motionless on the bed, sleeping soundly and deeply. The room was filled with a faint, almost imperceptible aroma—delicate and subtle. "Master Han," Wen Si Yue began, "my daughter..." "I've administered a pill of Huan-Meng to her. Please go ahead and take a look yourselves." Han Li waved off Wen Siyue's questions, rose from the bed, and stepped out of the room. Upon hearing Han Li's explanation, Wen Siyue immediately felt much reassured, and thanked him repeatedly before hurrying with the Tian-family man to the bedside to carefully examine the young woman's condition. Han Li then idly played with the luminous orb in his hands, slowly walking out of the room and into the courtyard. The four Foundation-stage cultivators stationed outside were startled upon seeing Han Li emerge, and respectfully approached to pay their respects. Han Li merely waved them off casually, and then walked a few steps to one corner of the courtyard. He glanced at the jade-colored orb in his hands, and suddenly rubbed his palms together. Immediately, a brilliant golden light burst forth between his hands, accompanied by the sound of thunder. The jade-colored orb flickered a few times before being completely transformed into a delicate stream of pale green vapor, which gently dispersed into the air. A pungent, foul odor spread throughout, making the onlookers feel nauseous. Han Li furrowed his brow, then swept his sleeve, and a sudden gust of wind materialized, instantly carrying away the foul odor. Only then did he raise his hands behind his back, gazing upward with a calm, expressionless face, his eyes slightly narrowed as though pondering something. After an indeterminate length of time, footsteps came from behind. Han Li did not turn, yet spoke softly and clearly: "Although I have nearly eliminated the toxins within her body, you should still go and seek out the inner essence of the White Heron Fish Immortal, and have her take it directly. In that case, even if a few traces of residual toxins remain, they will be completely cleared." "Thank you so much for this generous gift of the banner. I will surely repay you in full in my next life—working for you like a cow or a horse, to honor your great kindness," said the person who had lightly stepped forward behind him—Wen Siyue, a remarkably beautiful young woman. "Next life? Do you really believe that those of us who practice cultivation truly have the ability to reincarnate?" Han Li's tone was both unusual and carried a touch of self-mockery. "Does the elder mean…?" Wen Siyue was startled, murmuring in surprise, clearly unsure of the intent behind Han Li's words. "Well, it's just something I've said casually. I'd like to remind you now. Although your daughter is currently unharmed, and I've infused a stream of Yuan Yin spiritual energy into her body, temporarily suppressing the reverse effects of the Long Yin constitution, this remedy is only temporary. If she continues to rest and maintain her current state, with the aid of certain herbs and tonics, she may live as long as an ordinary person, without any serious threat to her life. However, if she continues to practice her cultivation techniques, and if her internal Yang energy grows even slightly stronger, the balance of the spiritual energy I've planted will be disrupted, and the reverse effects will resume. Have you understood this clearly?" Han Li turned back, his expression serious and earnest. "Is there truly no way to eliminate the influence of the Long Yin constitution? I would be deeply grateful if the elder could offer further guidance to Siyue! I truly cannot bear the thought of my daughter living only a mere hundred and twenty years. Wen Siyue's face was slightly pale as she deeply bowed before Han Li. "There are methods available, but I doubt you'll be able to achieve them." This time, Han Li did not intervene to stop Wen Siyue's grand gesture; instead, he spoke calmly. "As long as I can help my daughter embark on the path of cultivation, I will risk my life to accomplish it," Wen Siyue said, lifting her beautiful face and firmly resolving. "This isn't something a mere Juandan cultivator can manage—though a Yuanying cultivator would be sufficient. It's actually quite simple: as long as there's a Yuanying cultivator who periodically channels a stream of yin qi into your daughter's body to balance the surges of yang qi, she can continue to advance in her cultivation. However, this requires a Yuanying cultivator to be readily available at all times, or for your daughter to always accompany one. Of course, auxiliary pills must also be taken in large quantities, and as her internal qi refines, the pills themselves will naturally become more precious. It seems that once the foundation is firmly established, it won't be long before even your junior Dan stage cultivators can no longer sustain such a supply. Moved by Wen Siyue's deep maternal devotion, Han Li's expression softened, and he openly shared this with her without reservation. "A Yuan婴 cultivator available at a moment's notice!" Wen Siyue's face fell with dismay. As soon as Han Li voiced this idea, her heart sank. Even with her utmost affection for her daughter, she knew it was utterly impossible. Besides the question of whether her husband and wife could summon a Yuan婴 cultivator, even if someone were willing to assist them a few times, how could such a cultivator be consistently available to freely command two Dan stage cultivators? As for the second option—having a Yuan婴 cultivator accompany one of them—she found it equally out of reach. After all, Yuan婴 cultivators typically took on disciples who were at the Dan stage. Of course, if Tang Qincui possessed exceptional beauty and an exceedingly rare spiritual root, there might be a slim chance of her becoming a disciple of a Yuan婴 cultivator. But now, considering her current appearance and physical constitution, how could one expect a Yuan Yin cultivator to take notice? Wen Siyue thought it over and was completely hopeless! (First chapter!) ------------ Thank you all for your strong support last month! Also, kindly request a guaranteed monthly ticket for the first week of next month!