Holding the key, Xiao Yan approached the stone table once more, ran his fingers over the warm metal lock, and turned to gaze at the young physician who had already completely unearthed the medicinal herbs. With a smile, he said, "Come over here quickly—otherwise I'll be accused of wanting to take them all for myself." "You still have a bit of conscience," she remarked, frowning slightly. Carrying over a dozen small bottles in her arms, she placed them on the stone table before gently selecting six jade bottles from among them and handing them to Xiao Yan. "Here you go," she said. Receiving the jade bottles with a smile, Xiao Yan glanced at them briefly before placing them into his storage amulet. After all, the Ice Spirit Flame Grass was now secured; though the other herbs were rare, they weren't particularly useful to him at the moment. He then raised the three black keys in his hand and smiled at the young physician. "Shall I open them now?" "Go ahead!" she replied, giving him a withering look, and swiftly tucked the jade bottles into her arms, her slender waist instantly becoming fuller. Staring at the stone casket, Xiao Yan licked his lips and casually selected one of the three keys, then carefully inserted it into the lock. "Not this one..." The key only penetrated halfway before being stopped. Xiao Yan shrugged, withdrew it, and tried another. "Wrong again." With a sigh of resignation, he gripped the last key tightly, inserted it into the lock, and moved it slowly and cautiously. As the key gradually extended deeper into the lock, both Xiao Yan and Xiao Yixian found themselves holding their breath. Within the quiet stone chamber, the only sound was the subtle rustle of the key moving within the metal lock. "Click..." A sudden crisp sound echoed through the chamber, causing Xiao Yan's hand to freeze. "It's open!" Looking at the metal latch that snapped back, Xiao Yan exhaled in relief and smiled. "Open it quickly now." The young healer also beamed with joy, eager to hasten the process. Xiang Yan gave her a withering look, then stepped back a few paces, curved his palm slightly, and suddenly struck out—powerful qi surged from his palm, lifting the lid of the stone box. After waiting a moment, seeing no immediate reaction, Xiang Yan finally exhaled in relief, shrugging slightly at the young healer who stood beside him, arms folded over her chest, coldly observing him. "Be careful—it never hurts." "If I were left alone in the Beast Mountains, I'm certain you'd thrive better than anywhere else, since even the beasts themselves aren't quite as cautious as you are." The young healer remarked with a scowl. "I agree," Xiang Yan said, brushing his nose with a smile. Glaring fiercely at this person whose skin was as thick as a wall, Xiao Yishen walked toward the stone table and glanced inside the open stone chest, slightly taken aback. Then, with a delighted expression, she extended her jade-like hand and withdrew a colorful, ancient scroll. "What is this?" Xiao Lin inquired, leaning in curiously. "It's a text detailing the preparation of poisons," Xiao Yishen said, flipping the scroll over with a warm smile. "A text on poisons?" Xiao Lin raised an eyebrow in surprise, taking the scroll from her hands and flipping it over several times. He stared at the small characters written on the side of the seven-colored scroll, astonished, "The Seven-Colored Poisons Text? Indeed, there exists a specialized text for preparing poisons—so perhaps the person who left these items was also a physician?" On the Qi Continent, it was typically only physicians who prepared poisons for personal protection, and such individuals were generally known as "Poison Masters." However, compared to Alchemists, Poison Masters held a less esteemed position. "Perhaps, this thing—you can't compete with me for it, since by nature, I'm not suited to be a pharmacist. Without that ability, I'm forced to rely on these materials." As she spoke, a faint shade of sadness appeared on the young healer's face, clearly indicating that her deepest aspiration was to become a pharmacist, not a physician whom people both detest and fear. Watching the saddened young healer, Xiao Yan smiled, returned the seven-colored scroll, and said, "This is indeed excellent, but to truly master it requires considerable effort. Simply refining the qi has left me utterly exhausted. I certainly won't waste my energy trying to absorb more—too much to chew, and I won't be able to digest it." "Thank you." Hearing Xiao Yan's words, the young healer breathed a sigh of relief and nodded gratefully. "You should be able to keep your things now. Though I may not be the most refined gentleman, I at least consider you my companion at this point. I won't be able to simply take everything for myself." Staring at the young healer folding the multicolored scroll, Xiao Yan smiled slightly and suddenly spoke in a calm tone. Her rosy cheeks flushed slightly, then turned a touch embarrassed as she opened her hands, revealing a small bag of green powder held firmly within. "I...," she stammered, caught off guard by Xiao Yan's sudden attention. "Well, after all, you're a woman, and you came to search for treasures alone with me—having a little precaution makes perfect sense." With a casual shrug, Xiao Yan chuckled lightly, showing no concern. "Thank you," she said again, gratefully, and quickly tucked the green powder back into her hands. Touching her face, Xiao Yan then turned his gaze to the second stone chest, inserted the key, and began to explore slowly. "What's the use of that green powder you have?" he asked casually, as the key gently extended from his hand. "This blend is made from the wine dragon grass and several other herbs known for their sedative properties. Once inhaled, it induces a deep sleep for half a day. However, these powdered herbs are merely mild toxins—anyone with moderate strength can suppress or even expel the poison using their qi." Xiao Yixian said with a touch of embarrassment. "Good thing it's not a lethal toxin. You didn't go quite as far as that, did you?" Xiao Yan gave a slight scoff, paused slightly in his movements, then smiled and said, "Alright, then." As soon as Xiao Yan spoke, the stone box, which had been tightly sealed, began to open gently. Under the illumination of the moonstone in the stone chamber, the contents inside the box were clearly visible to both Xiao Yan and Xiao Yixian. "Another scroll?" Xiao Yan's brow arched as he looked at the black scroll placed within the box. Extended his hand and withdrew the black scroll from the box. Xiao Yan carefully examined it, finally settling his gaze on the small characters inscribed on the side of the scroll: "Advanced Pyro-Grade Flight Technique: Eagle's Wings?" "Flight Technique?" Muttering these words, which sounded somewhat unfamiliar, Xiao Yan's eyes gradually widened as he gasped in astonishment, "Is this really the rarest of all flight techniques?" "What exactly is a Flight Technique?" Hearing the term for the first time, Xiao Yixian blinked in confusion. Though she had heard of attack, defense, and mobility techniques before, she had never encountered the concept of a flight technique. "By name, this technique enables individuals to fly through the sky," Xiao Yan exclaimed, marveling. "Flight? Isn't that a talent typically possessed only by strong Douling-level cultivators?" Hearing this, Xiao Yixian was first startled, then grew increasingly puzzled. On the Continent of Qi, only warriors at the Ling level or above have the possibility of achieving short-distance flight. Once a warrior reaches the Wang or Huang level, they can gather and project their Qi outward to form energy wings behind them, allowing them to break free from the ground and soar into the sky. This so-called Flight Technique, however, is a rather mysterious secret art—this art enables cultivators to extend two slender branches within the meridians behind their backs. As soon as these two branches extend outward, even if the cultivator themselves do not yet possess Wang-level strength, they can form dual wings and achieve flight through the air. Flight is a powerful allure that stirs the hearts of many. For the sake of this pursuit, countless strong warriors tirelessly strive toward the unattainable Wang-level standard. Under such circumstances, the Flight Technique—offering a more direct path—becomes exceptionally precious. Holding this slightly heavy black scroll in his hands, Xiao Yan slowly exhaled, forcing down the joy swelling within him, and raised his hand toward Xiao Yi. "I know—this one's yours, right?" Seeing Xiao Yan's gesture, Xiao Yi immediately understood his intent and nodded with a sigh of resignation. "Heh, each of us takes what we need." Smiling widely, Xiao Yan's face was nearly split with delight from the abundance of his today's harvest. "There's just one more left—hurry up, let's get it done before we go." Turning her gaze toward the final stone chest, Xiao Yi urged. "Yes." Having already collected his two previous rewards, Xiao Yan felt full of energy, gripping the last unused key, ready to open the final chest. The empty chamber fell once again into quiet. As he bent slightly to open the chest, his body suddenly stiffened, and he quickly turned around, gazing at the stone door, his expression instantly darkening. "Someone's here!" "What?" "Heard that, the young physician was equally startled, then shook her head, saying, 'Impossible! Only us two know about this!' 'I didn't mishear—there were quite a few of them!' Xiang Yan stared at the young physician with a troubled expression, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. 'Do you suspect I sent them?' Seeing Xiang Yan's demeanor, the young physician's cheeks flushed with indignation. 'If I wanted to harm you, you'd be dead by now!' With the genuine anger in the young physician's eyes, Xiang Yan furrowed his brows, quickly turned around, and repeatedly extended his key toward the lock hole—yet, under the pressure of tension, he simply couldn't insert it. 'For heaven's sake!' he muttered angrily, clenching his hands around the stone box, trying to lift it, only to find the box stuck firmly to the stone platform. 'Damn!' he added, his face turning pale, and slowly exhaled, his voice cold. 'They've arrived!' "Listening to Xiao Yan's words, the young physician quickly turned her gaze toward the stone gate—indeed, the footsteps were growing louder and more distinct. "Hehe, Young Physician, thank you so much for guiding us. It seems my news is truly accurate!" Several figures slowly emerged from the darkness outside, their familiar, gentle laughter echoing proudly within the stone chamber. "Mu Li!" Hearing that voice, the young physician immediately clenched her teeth tightly.