Wandering through the quiet, dark cave, a gentle chill wrapped around her. In the stillness of the passage, only the faint sounds of two footsteps echoed. The dim surroundings caused the young physician to unconsciously bring her arms together, and she glanced up at Xiao Yan, who was walking slowly ahead. After a moment of hesitation, she hurried a few steps, closely following him—only in this setting did the presence of the young man offer her a sense of security. The previous gentle touch had also caused Xiao Yan to take a deep, heavy breath, dry-cough, and point to a stone gate ahead, emitting a soft yellow glow, saying helplessly, "There's no path forward." Upon hearing this, Xiao Yi furrowed her brows, stepped forward, gazed at the stone gate, and pondered, "I believe the gate leads directly to our destination. Since this predecessor chose to build a cave here, I can't imagine he would have constructed a pathless structure." Xiao Yan approached, ran his hand over the gate to assess its thickness, and then slowly shook his head, "The gate is quite thick—likely requiring at least a Battle Master-level strength to break it through." "Always relying on brute force," she said, eyeing Xiao Yan. "The yellow glow on the gate clearly indicates the presence of earth-based mechanisms. With a bit of attention, opening it shouldn't be difficult." She then gently touched the gate with her slender hand and began to move it slowly. "Do you know anything about mechanisms?" "I remember that it seemed to be the specialty of wood-type or earth-type battle users, didn't it?" Xiao Yan asked curiously, gazing at the serious expression on Xiao Yixian's face. "I've only read a few books on mechanical engineering—far from being an expert—but it should be sufficient for a simple detection." Xiao Yixian replied casually, her hands maintaining a steady, unhurried pace. Nodding slightly, Xiao Yan stepped back, no longer interrupting her examination, and shifted his gaze from the stone door to the surrounding walls, studying them with the dim light of the fire. On the walls, there were faint traces of carvings, though now somewhat blurred. Still, Xiao Yan could make out silhouettes of figures, which he assumed must be the impressions left by the mountain cave's original inhabitants. "Found it!" Xiao Yixian exclaimed softly, her voice filled with delight, prompting Xiao Yan to quickly turn his attention. By the stone gate, Xiao Yi had already knelt down, her slender hand gently pressing against a small raised point beneath the stone. With a slight downward pressure, a creaking sound began to echo slowly throughout the cave. Watching the stone gate rise steadily, Xiao Yan exhaled deeply and raised his thumb in approval toward Xiao Yi. As the gate ascended, a soft glow emanated from within, gradually banishing the darkness around it. Gazing at the now brightly illuminated stone gate, Xiao Yi smiled slightly, then stepped back two paces, lifting her snowy chin toward Xiao Yan with a light chuckle. "There you go—go in," she said. Shrugging, Xiao Yan picked up several stones from the ground and hurled them forcefully into the gate. After seeing no immediate reaction, he felt a bit more at ease. "You really are overly cautious," Xiao Yi remarked, shaking her head in mild exasperation at Xiao Yan's continued vigilance. "Thank you for the kind words." With a carefree, gentle smile, Xiao Yan then took a step forward, carefully advancing toward the stone door. Watching Xiao Yan move in, Xiao Yisheng closely followed. As the two stepped inside, their view suddenly widened. Inside the stone door lay a vast stone chamber, appearing simple and spacious. Moonstone panels were embedded along the walls, providing illumination. At the center of the chamber stood a seat upon which a dry skeleton sat—its deeply sunken skull resting on a pale thigh bone, creating a rather eerie impression in the quiet atmosphere. In front of the seat, a broad and elongated platform of dark green stone was arranged, upon which three stone boxes, securely locked, were neatly placed. Additionally, in three corners of the chamber, stacks of golden coins and other precious items were piled high—so many coins that the total likely exceeded hundreds of thousands. Treasures and gold were not lacking for Xiao Yan, and the original owners had also arranged them casually, clearly not placing excessive value on these yellow and white riches. Shifting his gaze from the gleaming golden coins, Xiao Yan's eyes settled on the final corner, a gentle joy spreading across his face. In that corner, a small flower bed had been constructed using earth, filled with a variety of flowers and plants, releasing a delicate fragrance that lingered in the air. As he and Xiao Yixian watched the flowers, both of them quickly took a few steps forward—though others might not recognize these plants, they knew instinctively that, in terms of value, these seemingly ordinary blooms were far more substantial and precious than the piles of gold coins. "Indigo leaves, white Ling Shen fruit, snow lotus seeds…" The young physician, her eyes fixed on the small flowerbed, quietly murmured the names of rare and precious herbs, one after another, as if they were slipping out from between her rosy lips. "Ice Spirit Flame Grass!" As her gaze swept across the flowerbed, Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and then he fixed his stare on a single plant at the center—its leaves alternating between white and crimson. The white stems were adorned with tiny crystalline formations, while the fiery crown of the plant burned with a vibrant flame, as though the contrasting elements of cold and heat were harmoniously coexisting within one plant—an extraordinary sight indeed. A soft mist curled around the plant, giving it the appearance of floating among clouds and mist. This rare herb, known as Ice Spirit Flame Grass, was seldom found outside the realm, and it was precisely one of the essential ingredients Xiao Yan needed to craft his Blood Lotus Pill. His face glowing with excitement, Xiao Yan stared intently at the herb. A surge of enthusiasm stirred on his features—he had searched for nearly half a year in Wutan City without even hearing a single word about the two herbs he was seeking. Yet, just recently having begun his training, he now held both of them in his hands. This unexpected windfall brought him immense joy. Seeing Xiao Yishen still looking somewhat dissatisfied, Xiao Yan could only sigh and say, "How about this: as long as I take the Bingling Yan Grass, you may have two-thirds of the herbs here, and I'll only take one-third. What do you think?" Upon hearing Xiao Yan's proposal, Xiao Yishen's expression brightened slightly, and she nodded gently. With Xiao Yishen's nod, Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief and, without hesitation, took out several elegant jade vials from his ring on his finger. Then he produced a small jade spade, carefully dug up the soil beside the Bingling Yan Grass, and gently placed both the soil and the grass into the vials. "Phew," he said, swiftly sealing the vials back into his ring. A smile spread across his lips as he handed the small spade to Xiao Yishen, indicating that she should begin digging the herbs. Her gaze followed Xiang Yan all the way as he carefully placed the ice-spirit flame herb into his storage relic, and only then did she reluctantly withdraw her eyes. For someone who cherished medicine above all, receiving a rare herb was far more exciting and heartwarming than gaining tens of thousands of coins. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yixian felt deeply frustrated—had it not been for this man's unexpected discovery of the secret hidden beneath the cliff, all these treasures would have belonged to her. Now, though… sighing, she found herself almost overwhelmed with sorrow. "Damn fool!" she muttered, biting her silver teeth. With no choice, she took up the small spade and began gently digging out the precious medicinal herbs from the flowerbed, placing each one into a smooth jade bottle. As Xiao Yixian started digging, Xiang Yan's eyes once again swept across the stone chamber. However, this time, his search yielded no further discoveries. He then turned his attention to the three stone boxes locked onto the green stone platform. Stepping slowly toward the stone table, Xiao Yan ran his fingers over the metallic lock. To his touch, it was slightly warm—clearly not ordinary metal. With a subtle frown, he realized that the warmth preserved over such a long time meant that brute force alone would not suffice. "Where's the key?" he murmured, shifting his gaze to the withered bones behind the table. As his eyes descended, they brightened—he saw three black keys suspended above the bones' palms. Staring at the broken arm, Xiao Yan blushed slightly, bowed once more to the withered bones, and then picked up the limb from the ground, intending to reattach it. As he grasped the arm, his brow lifted slightly—he noticed the weight of the bone in his hand seemed slightly off. Glancing at the young healer carefully transplanting medicinal herbs, Xiao Yan glanced covertly at the arm in his hands, and through the break in the bone, he subtly perceived a small, delicate scroll hidden within the bone's fissures. Seeing the faintly visible ancient scroll, Xiao Yan swallowed hard, his fingers almost involuntarily reaching in, swiftly pulling it out, and then swiftly placing it into his storage amulet. Only after completing these actions did Xiao Yan exhale in relief, gently brushing off the dust from the arm, and then warmly returning it to its owner. He tossed the black key in his hand, smiled warmly, and slowly walked toward the three stone boxes on the stone table.