The next morning, warm morning light seeped through the window cracks, spreading across the floor like a slender streak of white. It gently extended, eventually climbing up the bed and illuminating the face of the young man seated in meditation. Feeling the gentle warmth from outside, the quiet face stirred slightly. After a moment, the closed eyelids gradually opened, revealing calm, dark eyes. Adjusting his position, Xiao Yan gracefully leapt down from the bed, opened the door, and gazed into the now empty hall. He paused, wondering if Hai Bo Dong had gone out for some matter—perhaps it was better that way, so as not to disturb him. After a casual rinse and breakfast in the hall, Xiao Yan placed the green-and-red sign at the door, the red side facing up, indicating "Please do not disturb." Only after completing these tasks did Xiao Yan feel a little more at ease and return to his room. He opened the window, allowing the warm morning sunlight to pour over his body. The gentle warmth made him feel slightly lazy, and brought a deep tranquility to his mind, still and calm. Standing quietly by the window for a while, he finally turned around. His composed face revealed no trace of emotion. Slowly, he raised his hand, and within his wristband, a point of emerald light began to rise gently. The green glow expanded with the wind, and in a moment, transformed into a pale jade lotus seat, glowing with a soft, delicate hue, floating before him, gently swaying. With a light tap of his feet on the ground, Xiao Yan ascended and settled gracefully onto the lotus seat, sitting cross-legged. As soon as his body touched the lotus, he clearly sensed that his awareness of the surrounding energies in the world had become much sharper—indeed, no wonder, as it had grown from the same root and stem as the jade lotus's heart fire. Xiao Yan flicked his fingers, and a pale blue pill, encircled by three lines of medicinal patterns, appeared between his two fingers. Gazing down at the pill, which he had finally crafted through every ounce of strength he had poured into it, Xiao Yan remained silent for a while, then murmured softly, "This time, I can't afford to fail—otherwise..." Shaking his head, he exhaled a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and formed the hand seals for cultivation. With each passing moment, the rise and fall of his chest grew steadily calm. Shortly after Xuanyin closed his eyes, the otherwise tranquil space around him began to ripple, much like a still lake disturbed by a stone cast into its surface. Visible streams of energy flowed out from the void, spiraling around the Qinglian before transforming into countless filaments of energy that surged toward Xuanyin. As these streams passed through the jade-green energy shield emitted by the Qinglian, they were swiftly refined and enriched with a portion of the Qinglian's pure essence, then carried along with Xuanyin's breath and penetrated into his body. Once inside, the energy was effortlessly controlled by Xuanyin's consciousness and circulated along the pathways of his cultivation technique. The impurities within were completely purified, leaving only a refined residue of pure energy infused into the energy vortex. Gradually absorbing energy from the outside, after a while until everything stabilized, Xiao Yan suddenly lightly flicked his fingers, using the two fingers pressed together to gently propel a three-pattern Qingling Pill into the slightly open mouth. The three-pattern Qingling Pill dissolved instantly upon contact with the tongue, and before Xiao Yan could react, it swiftly transformed into three waves of pure energy—each stronger than the last—flowing like a rushing river down his throat, surging and roaring as it poured into his meridians. At the very instant the three waves of energy entered his meridians, Xiao Yan's hand, which had been maintaining his meditation hand seal, suddenly trembled. He noticed that two of the energy streams instantly released a scorching heat comparable to that of flames, while the third, originally white, suddenly turned as cold as ice. The cold air passing through his meridians caused a thin layer of frost to form on the inner walls of the meridians. This sudden and abrupt alternation between cold and heat left Xiao Yan completely caught off guard, nearly causing him to step out of his meditative state. Fortunately, he reacted swiftly, steadying his mind and gritting his teeth to endure the strange, piercing pain. As he sensed the three distinct energy flows, he gradually began to grasp the pattern—wasn't this exactly the same as the three types of flames he had used when crafting pills days ago? "Pop…" Hearing the subtle, muffled sound emanating from within, Xiao Yan emitted a low, muffled hum from his throat, his face flushing with warmth. He adjusted his hand seals, guiding his mind to channel the three streams of energy—some of their sharpness diminished by the aura—along the prescribed pathway, initiating a rapid circulation. As the three energies—cool, warm, and hot—interwove and intertwined during their circulation, they unexpectedly harmonized flawlessly, occasionally releasing bursts of varying temperatures. This proved to be a great trial for Xiao Yan. Had he known earlier that the efficacy of the pill was directly linked to the flame used in its preparation, he would have handled the Bone-Spirit Cold Flame with far more caution. Though the initial active bursts of Qi had slightly contained the effects of the San-Wen Qing-Ling Pill, as the three energies flowed along the cultivation pathway, they seamlessly fused into a single stream of tri-color energy, dramatically increasing in volume. What had previously appeared somewhat ethereal now fully transformed into three distinct liquid streams. Within his body, countless fine streams of energy surged forward with an unstoppable momentum, violently penetrating several meridians that Xiang Yin had never reached before. The energy flowed like rivers, rushing through the narrow channels, causing them to expand rapidly. Fine cracks began to appear along the walls of the meridians, with faint glimmers of light spilling out—signs that the meridians were struggling under the strain and on the verge of rupturing. The pores that had been opened began to gradually return to normal. Yet Xiāo Yīn could clearly sense that every time he shifted into a cultivation seal, the pores now connected to the meridians acted like wind tunnels, rapidly drawing in external energy at a speed more than ten times faster than before. The gradually subsiding pains in the fine meridians allowed Xiāo Yīn to exhale in relief, finally able to focus his entire mind on the largest stream of tri-color energy still flowing along the path prescribed by the technique. His mind focused intently on that tri-color energy, seemingly never weary. Xiao Yan found himself slightly headache, never having expected the energy of the Three-Stripe Qingling Pill to be so vast. Initially, the energy that had separated from the main body had already cleared and connected minor meridians directly to the pores on the skin's surface. Yet, despite several cycles of the cultivation technique, the main body itself had only been partially refined. At this pace, how long would it take before it was completely transformed?