The body stiffened momentarily, then Xiao Yan's form was swiftly enveloped by a more intense flame of desire. Seizing the moment when Xun'er's body went rigid, his tongue forced its way in and then began to greedily plunder, much like a robber. Xun'er, too, was startled by Xiao Yan's sudden boldness, her mind growing hazy as a result. Only when Xiao Yan made his entry did she instinctively begin to subtly resist—yet at this very moment, her hands felt unusually weak, as if the formidable force that had once punched through the void during the day had completely vanished. The flame of desire burned within Xiao Yan's chest, and his hand, which had been gliding along Xun'er's waist, gradually rose, eventually touching upon a softness that stirred the soul. This sudden softness, like a spark igniting a fuse, caused Xiao Yan's palm to gently unfasten the green robe, revealing the snowy skin beneath. "Ahem... Miss, I have something to discuss." Just as Xiao Yan's hands were gradually about to strip the person in his arms bare, a deep, elderly cough suddenly echoed from outside the room—and the sound carried clearly into the room. The voice, rich with powerful qi, resonated like an explosion right in Xiao Yan and Xun'er's ears, instantly jolting both of them out of their enchanted state. Upon regaining awareness, Xun'er gazed at the intensely intimate posture of the two, then at her own half-uncovered garments and the pale, exposed skin now exposed to the air. Her cheeks flushed crimson, nearly dripping with blush. With sparkling, indignant eyes, she fixed them on Xiao Yan, and with a graceful hand movement, pulled the quilt over herself, tightly covering her body. Xiao Yan had also regained his composure, gazing at Xun'er's blushing anger, and helplessly spread his hands, stammering, "Well... it's not my fault... uh, not exactly... sigh..." After a brief defense, he simply lowered his head, visibly disheartened—something he hadn't anticipated at all when it came to maintaining his composure before Xun'er. Seeing Xiao Yan's drooping posture, a gentle smile broke through the warmth of Xun'er's flushed cheeks, only to be quickly suppressed as she hurriedly tucked herself into the bed, rustling her clothes with a series of soft movements before whispering, "You stubborn fool, you really wanted to play tricks on me..." Xiao Yan lifted his head, moved his lips, and sighed with a look of helpless frustration, "How could I not be drawn to my Xun'er? Well, just now..." "No more talking!" Xun's cheeks flushed again as she hurriedly extended her jade hands to shield Xiao Yan's mouth, only to have him grasp her jade arm firmly. When she thought he was about to do something mischievous, she instead saw deep, unyielding affection shining in his dark eyes. Under the steady gaze of Xiao Yan, the warmth on Xun's cheeks gradually faded. She lightly bit her lower lip, a moment of hesitation passing through her eyes before she suddenly lowered her head and gently kissed his cheek, like a dragonfly touching the water. "Xiao Yan brother, the vitality within my body has not yet fully awakened, so I cannot yet engage in the intimate acts between men and women. Otherwise, the consequences would be serious. Perhaps we can meet again next time—shall we?" Hearing the faint, buzzing sounds like mosquitoes, Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with astonishment as he slightly turned his head to see the girl's delicate earlobes, now glowing a deep crimson. After uttering those words, Xun'er herself was stunned—she couldn't even imagine having said such things. Without waiting for Xiao Yan to speak, she swiftly moved and darted toward the door. Gazing at Xuanyi's figure, Xiao Yan gently tightened his grasp—seeming as though the smoothness from earlier still lingered. "Such an old man who always does good things, truly immoral..." murmured Xiao Yan privately. Meanwhile, outside the room, the two black-robed elders were pacing back and forth like ants on a hot griddle, their eyes red with urgency. They had always been devoted to protecting Xuanyi. When she suddenly appeared in Xiao Yan's room, they naturally noticed. At first, they hadn't thought much of it, but as time passed, they began to sense something was amiss. Xiao Yan and Xuanyi were both young, and now, with their meeting, their connection was electric—like dry wood meeting flame, instantly igniting. If it were ordinary couples, such a spark would have simply flared and burned out. But Xuanyi was no ordinary woman—she was the one with the most complete lineage among the ancient clan's generations. Should she now surrender her body to Xiao Yan, the ancient clan would surely pursue him with fury, driving him to the farthest corners of the world. And in that case, the two elders would inevitably be blamed for failing in their duty— The two kept walking back and forth at the door, then suddenly stopped. They locked eyes, seeing the flushed faces of each other, and finally nodded firmly. Then, without hesitation, they turned sharply and pushed directly against the door with their palms. "Crack—" As their palms made contact with the door, it suddenly swung open, revealing Xun'er standing before them. "Miss!" The two elderly figures in black were instantly moved, their eyes glistening with emotion—such a display of passion from these young lovers might well send the entire ancient clan into a frenzy. Seeing their expressions, Xun'er's composed demeanor could not help but blush, though her voice remained remarkably steady. "Master Lin, what are you two doing?" The elderly man with white hair drew a faint smile, then trembled slightly as he asked, "Miss, did you and Xiao Yan do anything special?" "Nothing at all!" "Pressed so openly, Xun'er's cheeks flushed once more, her eyes narrowing with a touch of embarrassment as she glared at the two before pushing them aside and hurrying off toward her room. Upon hearing this, the two elderly figures in black exhaled slightly, easing their breath. "I believe Miss Xun's condition has remained unchanged—she must not have engaged in that." The white-haired elder, gazing after the fading figure of Xun'er, wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "Indeed, it was fortunate that we arrived in time. Given her nature, if there were truly nothing at all, how could her cheeks have turned so deeply crimson? Though, thankfully, it hasn't quite reached that point." The elder in black, patting his chest where his heart had been fluttering like a drum, offered a wry smile. "Ah, well—should it have truly come to that, we'd be considered guilty members of the ancient clan." The white-haired elder sighed softly. Thinking of Xun'er's importance to the ancient clan, even with the elder's formidable strength, a pang of unease surged through him. He glared fiercely at Xiao Yan's room, then with a swift motion, the two figures gradually faded away before the door. Tonight's events would surely rank as the most thrilling and perilous of their lifetimes. After gradually calming his mind, Xiao Yan produced the golden scroll bestowed upon him by Xun'er. This scroll contained the final three seals of the Di Yin Ju—the Imperial Seal Technique—which truly piqued Xiao Yan's interest. As described on the scroll, mastering all five seals would be comparable to a heavenly-tier combat technique. While Xiao Yan wasn't entirely clear on the power of heavenly-tier combat techniques, he could already sense their strength through the Five Wheels of Separated Fire Technique. With this technique, he had defeated three powerful figures from the Ice River Valley—Tian She, Bing Xuan, and others—demonstrating a truly impressive record. Holding the golden scroll, Xiao Yan examined it thoughtfully. After some contemplation, he did not begin practicing it immediately, but instead stored it in his storage amulet. Following this late-night conversation with Xun'er, Xiao Yan gained an even deeper understanding of the paramount importance of strengthening his own power. "Combat techniques can be practiced at any time, but enhancing one's strength remains the most crucial." Xiao Yan's expression grew increasingly serious. With a sudden pull, he tore open his robe to reveal the cluster of black vortex-like magical toxins on his chest. Previously, he had been concerned that rapid growth in strength might destabilize his foundation. However, after mastering the Tian Hu San Xuan Bian, he now felt confident in handling the more advanced energy intensity—making it the perfect time to finally eradicate this magical toxin spot. With his current strength, completely integrating the magical toxin spot was no longer difficult. Moreover, the vast and refined qi contained within it could be fully absorbed by his body. Thus, resolving this long-standing issue was now a natural and inevitable progression. "Hehe, Xie Biyan, the generous gift you once bestowed upon me—I now gladly accept it in full!" Xiao Yan gently ran his palm over the magical toxin spot on his chest, a cold smile forming at the corner of his lips. He swiftly settled into a meditative posture, changing his hand seals, and instantly, the vibrant green flames within him flared to life, surging wildly toward the location of the toxin spot. Within the toxin spot, the accumulated power of Xie Biyan's entire life of cultivation was contained—Xie Biyan, though only a mid-to-high tier Dao Sect master, had once been a two- or three-star Dao Sect cultivator. Even now, though the toxin spot was no longer fully intact, if Xiao Yan successfully fully refined it, its strength would undoubtedly soar significantly. This very outcome was precisely what Xiao Yan had hoped for. At present, he needed strength—without it, all his efforts would remain mere talk, empty promises.