After a brief conversation with Xuan Kungzi and others regarding the opening of the stellar domains, Xiao Yan and his companions stepped out of the hall. As soon as they exited, Xiao Yan didn't linger—he simply turned and headed toward the corridor. However, just as his feet began to move, a graceful figure materialized before him, carrying a gentle fragrance. Xiao Yan was momentarily startled, then smiled, "Is there something, Ms. Cao Ying?" "Not really," she replied with a warm smile, her refined features radiating a captivating charm. This woman was truly like a fox spirit who could bewitch and ruin any man—her mere smile or expression was enough to make any man fall head over heels. Hearing her offer to walk together so spontaneously, Xiao Yan was momentarily taken aback. When had this enchantress grown so kind and attentive to him? Previously, hadn't she always been eager to create conflict between him and others, so she could enjoy the show from the sidelines? As Xiao Yan was pondering, Song Qing's expression slightly changed—Gao Ying's transformation had given him a sense of unease. He immediately stepped in, smiling, "Ying'er, Xiao Yan's affairs are always quite busy. Just two days from now, the Stellar Domain will open. If Master Mu Gu, that old grump, decides to strike again, we can already train now and be better prepared." "Indeed, Brother Song makes a good point," Xiao Yan nodded promptly. He genuinely felt cautious about this female spirit-being, not wanting to be manipulated or left behind. Since Song Qing had invited him to step forward, he quickly shifted the responsibility to him. However, before Xiao Yan could finish speaking, Gao Ying's graceful smile slightly softened, and she said calmly, "No need. I don't want to be used again as a disposable asset." Hearing this, Song Qing paused, his face suddenly turning unusually awkward. "Let's go..." Cao Ying turned her gaze to Xiao Yan, glaring at him fiercely. The way she looked at him suggested that if he persisted in making excuses, she might just lose her temper. Seeing this, Xiao Yan could only shake his head in resignation, casting a look of pity toward Song Qing. Though he deeply disapproved of her abandonment of her companions in moments of crisis, he couldn't help but feel sympathetic toward her current situation. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan turned and began walking down the staircase leading to the Dan Tower. At that moment, Cao Ying smiled softly and followed close behind, her gentle, delicate laughter sending a softening sensation through every bone. Song Qing watched the two figures recede, her expression shifting between gloom and uncertainty. After a while, she clenched her teeth firmly, then turned and strode away with a stern expression. ... Xiao Yan and Cao Ying journeyed downward together, the latter constantly whispering softly to him about various trivial matters. Her delicate, occasionally shy smiles, often accompanied by a gentle touch to her lips, would inevitably cause the younger alchemists around them to pause and cast admiring glances at Xiao Yan. Amidst these admiring gazes, Xiao Yan himself felt increasingly restless—this mysterious woman was ever unpredictable, and he could never quite grasp what she was thinking. Even he himself was unsure why she had suddenly grown so gentle and composed. Was it perhaps because, in the realm of medicine, he had saved her life? The journey, though not particularly long in distance, seemed to stretch on endlessly in Xiao Yan’s perception. Only when he finally approached her residence, after a long and arduous stretch, did he finally feel a deep sense of relief. Standing on the corridor outside the room, just as Xiao Yan was about to speak his goodbyes, the door suddenly creaked open, and a graceful white figure stepped out slowly, her steps light and fluid. Upon seeing Xiao Yan and Cao Ying together, a subtle surprise flickered in her ethereal eyes. "Little Healer," Xiao Yan felt a pleasant warmth in his heart upon seeing the figure, and immediately called out, then hurried forward. Cao Ying's gaze had instantly settled on the newcomer the moment she appeared, and her delicate brows gently arched. While the Little Healer's beauty didn't quite match Cao Ying's flowing grace, she exuded a warm, soothing elegance. Especially after her difficult, toxic constitution had been fully stabilized, the faint coldness that once lingered on her brow had gradually faded. Now, the Little Healer appeared just as Xiao Yan had first encountered her in the Qingshan Town—ethereal and tender, like a celestial maiden. If Cao Ying is a bewitching, graceful fairy, then Xiao Yixian is the celestial maiden who has fallen to earth... Two women, embodying entirely different essences yet equally captivating. Upon seeing Xiao Feng approaching briskly, Xiao Yixian gently blinked her beautiful eyes, instantly understanding the tone of his gaze—her intelligent mind brightened with clarity, and a soft, gentle smile naturally formed on her lips. "Hello... Cao Ying. May I ask your name?" Cao Ying smiled warmly, extending her delicate hands to introduce herself. "Xiao Yixian," she said, gently clasping Cao Ying's hands with a calm, unhurried tone. "Since we're returning together with Xiao Feng, I assume you won't mind?" Cao Ying smiled, withdrawing her hands, yet glanced casually at Xiao Feng beside her. "It's just a casual chat with a friend—nothing to be concerned about." "Heard that Cao Ying had mistaken her for someone connected to Xiao Yan, a faint smile played at the corner of the young physician's eyes as she lightly chuckled. Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan couldn't help but roll his eyes—though the two women appeared cordial on the surface, their words carried a subtle tension. 'There are still people waiting in the room, so I'll refrain from lingering any longer. Cao Miss is welcome to come by whenever she has time,' the young physician said, her tone subtly implying a farewell. Cao Ying remained composed, smiled gracefully, and nodded firmly, 'Definitely.' Only then did the young physician offer a gentle smile, extending her jade hand to grasp Xiao Yan's arm and gently guiding him into the room with a slightly stiff posture. As the door closed behind them, Cao Ying's smile gradually softened. A soft sigh escaped her nostrils, and with a gentle grasp of her hand, a new, alluring curve formed on her face." "Xiao Yan, you won't be able to escape my grasp!" ... As soon as Xiao Yan entered the room, the young physician swiftly drew back her jade hand and turned around. Gently, Xiao Yan could see the rosy, dewy earlobes, and couldn't help but smile. "You still dare to smile? You've been flitting around with all sorts of women!" Hearing Xiao Yan's laughter, the young physician blushed and grew slightly annoyed. "Even you, you're always hovering over the flowers and grass?" Xiao Yan teased with a smile. Upon hearing this, the young physician's cheeks flushed, quickly finding an excuse: "Xun'er mentioned before she left that she wanted me to keep an eye on you." Xiao Yan didn't pay much attention to her rather clumsy excuse, his smile growing even more warm. "Heh, Xiao Yan, you've actually dared to tease the young physician! I'm going to tell Cai Lin later—when I left, she specifically told me that if I ever saw you getting close to any other woman, I was to cut you into pieces." As Xiao Yan was chuckling, a sudden delicate laugh echoed within the room, startling him. He quickly turned to see Zi Yan, dressed in a purple robe, seated by the window, her legs continuously swaying. "Cut them?" Xiao Yan opened his mouth, slightly bewildered—this was truly something Cailei was particularly skilled at. "You've become as elusive as ever, this young girl." With a sigh of resignation, Xiao Yan sat down on the chair and asked, "By the way, where's Bear Zhan? Didn't he come with you?" "He's been assigned outside the Dan Tower—he can't enter here," Zi Yan said, her light purple ponytail swaying as she gracefully materialized in front of Xiao Yan, snatching the cup from his hands and taking a long, steady sip before speaking with a composed, seasoned air. "I came here to lend you a hand." Hearing this, both Xiao Yan and the young physician beside him could not help but smile. Indeed, this girl was truly endearing. "What is your attitude?" Seeing this, Zi Yan grew somewhat dissatisfied, lightly sniffing, "If it weren't for me, I'd bet my life that you'd never have a chance against the Three Thousand Yan Fire." At the sight of Xiao Yan finally daring to ask, Zi Yan's small face immediately brightened with pride. She puffed out her chest and said, "I can tell you, but you have to promise to prepare one herb from Xiong Zhan every day from now on." Xiao Yan immediately rolled his eyes—how greedy this little one could be. "Fine, whatever you say," he sighed. "Hey-hey," Zi Yan beamed with a smile, then stood up contentedly. She gently clasped her hands, and a wave of purple light surged forth. Then, a subtle ripple passed through it, and under the attentive gaze of Xiao Yan and Xiao Yi, it transformed into a purple dragon about half a foot long. The dragon's eyes were closed, its body coiled, though only a faint image, it radiated an unusually powerful dragon-like presence. "Little Yi told me you once entered the Star Realm," Zi Yan said. "Then, the three thousand Yan Fire flames you saw—should they look something like this?" Xiao Yan nodded slowly. This purple dragon was a perfect miniature version of the Three Thousand Yan Fire flames. But how did Zi Yan know? Was it...? As a possibility emerged, Xiao Yan's face subtly tightened.