An Lang was still talking, but Bai Ruoyue no longer cared.

  She gazed at Han, his body covered in dried blood, and gently stroked his face, wiping away the crusted stains.

  After some time of recovery, Han’s face had regained some color, and he looked much better.

  “Miss Bai, you’re still injured. You shouldn’t move around carelessly,” An Lang advised from the side.

  Although the poison had been removed, Bai Ruoyue’s wounds had yet to heal.

  She shook her head, silent tears rolling down her cheeks, soaking Han’s clothes.

  As if sensing something, Han’s eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

  The first thing he saw was Bai Ruoyue’s tear-streaked face, delicate yet sorrowful.

  He chuckled softly. “Senior Sister, you still have the energy to cry. Looks like you’re doing fine.”

  “Wuu…”

  Bai Ruoyue buried her face against Han’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably. The strong and fierce warrior was gone, replaced by a vulnerable eighteen-year-old girl.

  “Junior Brother, it’s my fault. I dragged you into this… and even made you use your own blood to save me.”

  Han patted her back gently. “If you hadn’t stopped that giant serpent, it would have ambushed me instead.”

  “I wouldn’t have survived that. If anything, you saved me.”

  Bai Ruoyue kept crying. She couldn’t calm down when she thought about how Han had carried her while fleeing for their lives, constantly pursued by danger. And when she recalled how he had slit his own wrist to feed her his blood, her heart ached even more.

  “Senior Sister, stop crying. My clothes are drenched. You’ll have to wash them for me later.”

  Han reached out and ruffled her hair, using the touch to assess her injuries.

  His brows furrowed slightly—though the poison was gone, her bones, organs, and meridians were still damaged. But at least she was far better than before.

  Thankfully, there was no longer any threat to her life.

  His blood, infused with potent medicinal properties and the power of a true dragon, wasn’t just an antidote—it was an exceptional healing elixir.

  “Senior Sister, you’re still injured. Don’t move around,” Han said as he helped Bai Ruoyue sit up properly, preventing any further harm.

  As he did so, Bai Ruoyue winced in pain.

  Earlier, her mind had been focused entirely on Han, making her oblivious to her own injuries. Now that she had calmed down, the pain surged back—especially in her arm, which was nearly powerless.

  She had used it to block the beast’s attack.

  “With your arm in this state, you were still moving around?” Han flicked her forehead lightly. “Are you an idiot?”

  Bai Ruoyue’s reddened eyes met his, but she said nothing.

  Han glanced around. An Lang was nowhere to be seen.

  “I’m outside keeping watch, Young Master!” An Lang’s voice echoed in his mind.

  “Make sure not a single threat slips past you.”

  Good. She sounded energetic.

  Han turned his attention back to Bai Ruoyue’s injured arm—her sleeve was soaked with dried blood, the fabric sticking to the wound.

  “Senior Sister, we need to treat this properly. Let me help you.”

  “Alright.” Bai Ruoyue didn’t even glance at her injury. Her eyes remained fixed on Han.

  Han sighed. Great, now his senior sister was completely mesmerized by his looks.

  Being too handsome was truly a hassle.

  Carefully, he removed the debris from her wound and sprinkled medicinal powder over it.

  Then, he fetched the water An Lang had brought in and wiped Bai Ruoyue’s face.

  After all the running and fighting, neither of them had remained clean—dust-covered faces, torn clothing, and dried blood all over.

  Bai Ruoyue had been shielded by Han most of the time, so her injuries were limited to her hands, back, and legs. Han, however, had taken the brunt of the damage.

  Luckily, his robes weren’t completely destroyed. Given enough time, they could repair themselves.

  He took out a few healing pills and fed them to Bai Ruoyue. They were effective, but not perfect.

  “Junior Brother, take some too,” Bai Ruoyue said.

  Han shook his head. “I don’t need them.”

  He pulled up his sleeve, revealing his earlier wounds—they had already healed significantly.

  During his unconscious state, the two divine artifacts within him had worked tirelessly, replenishing his blood and mending his injuries. The Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart, though subtle in its presence, had also played a role.

  From day to night, his recovery had far surpassed Bai Ruoyue’s.

  “My body is special, which makes my blood unique. That’s why my wounds heal so fast.”

  “That’s also why it was able to neutralize the poison.”

  “Don’t ever do that again,” Bai Ruoyue said softly.

  Han simply smiled, not giving her a direct answer.

  With Bai Ruoyue’s injuries temporarily stabilized, Han said, “Senior Sister, I’m going to change clothes and clean myself up.”

  Bai Ruoyue nodded lightly, her gaze still fixed on him.

  Han entered the cave, finding a secluded corner where no one could see him.

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  His body was covered in dried blood, making him look utterly miserable.

  After cleaning himself up, he stepped outside and suddenly realized—Bai Ruoyue should change as well.

  Her clothes were tattered, soaked with blood, sweat, and traces of venom. She looked just as ragged as he had.

  “Senior Sister, I’ll have An Lang help you freshen up.”

  Han called for An Lang, and she quickly flew in. Upon hearing Han’s request, she nodded eagerly.

  “Leave it to me!”

  Han stood at the cave entrance, looking at the waterfall cascading down, lost in thought.

  Who would’ve thought that a simple trip into the mountains would turn into such chaos?

  The relentless pursuit by multiple Bone Refining realm beasts—if he hadn’t had so many tricks up his sleeve, he would have perished in Black Mountain.

  There was no omniscient perspective here. The dangers were real, unpredictable.

  No one could foresee what would happen in the next moment.

  But it was all the Huang family’s fault!

  “Young Master! Young Master! Come inside, quickly!”

  An Lang’s sudden shout snapped Han out of his thoughts.

  He turned and walked in at a steady pace.

  The area was secure. There was no need to rush.

  As he ventured deeper into the cave, he was surprised.

  Had An Lang and Bai Ruoyue really gone this far inside?

  When he reached the very end, he was stunned—the once-dark cavern was now illuminated.

  A pool, about four to five meters in diameter, appeared before him.

  The water was an extraordinary shade of emerald green, crystal clear, and brimming with energy. It radiated a powerful life force, filling the air with vitality.

  Han’s eyes widened. He had never stepped this deep into the cave, but his spiritual sense had scanned the area before.

  And at that time, there had been nothing here.

  “What is this?”

  An Lang shook her head. “I don’t know. I discovered it the first time I came in, but we were in a rush, and since it wasn’t dangerous, I didn’t mention it.”

  “It only just came to mind now.”

  Han glanced at Bai Ruoyue—she had changed into clean clothes, her face freshly washed.

  “This pool is unusual,” Bai Ruoyue said. “There’s a remarkable force within it.”

  Han nodded. He could feel it too.

  Suddenly, a thought struck him—

  Could this be the true manifestation of his increased fortune?

  Bai Ruoyue no longer cared about what An Lang was saying.

  She gazed at Han, his body covered in blood and grime, and gently wiped away the dried blood on his face with her hand.

  After some time recovering, Han’s complexion had improved, and he finally had some color in his cheeks.

  “Miss Bai, you're still injured. You shouldn't move around so recklessly,” An Lang advised from the side.

  The poison had been purged, but Bai Ruoyue’s wounds were far from healed.

  She shook her head as silent tears streamed down her face, dripping onto Han’s clothes and soaking them through.

  Perhaps disturbed by the sensation, Han's eyelids fluttered before he slowly opened his eyes.

  The first thing he saw was Bai Ruoyue’s tear-streaked face, delicate and sorrowful.

  He smiled faintly.

  “Senior Sister, if you’ve got the energy to cry, then I guess you’re not in too bad of a shape.”

  “Wuu…”

  Bai Ruoyue buried her face against Han’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably. The fierce and commanding senior sister was gone, replaced by a vulnerable eighteen-year-old girl.

  “Little junior brother, I dragged you into this… You even had to use your own blood to save me.”

  Han patted her back reassuringly. “If you hadn’t stopped that serpent, I would’ve been the one ambushed.”

  “I wouldn’t have stood a chance. If it had attacked me, I'd be dead.”

  “So, it’s you who saved me.”

  Bai Ruoyue’s tears didn’t stop. The thought of Han carrying her through endless pursuit, bleeding and exhausted, and even slitting his wrist to feed her his own blood—it was too much for her to bear.

  “Senior Sister, stop crying already. My clothes are soaked. You’ll have to wash them later,” Han teased.

  He reached out and ruffled Bai Ruoyue’s hair, but at the same time, he silently examined her injuries.

  His brows furrowed slightly. Though the poison had been neutralized, the damage to her bones, internal organs, and meridians remained. Still, compared to before, she had improved significantly.

  At least her life was no longer in immediate danger.

  Han’s blood wasn’t just an antidote; it was infused with medicinal properties and the power of a true dragon. It had potent healing abilities, far beyond what an ordinary elixir could provide.

  “Senior Sister, you’re still hurt. Don’t move,” Han said as he sat up and gently helped Bai Ruoyue into a better position to avoid aggravating her wounds.

  As he did, Bai Ruoyue winced, pain flashing across her face.

  Earlier, her mind had been consumed with worry for Han, making her oblivious to her own suffering. But now that she had calmed down, the pain surged back like a tidal wave—especially in her arms, which had taken the brunt of the impact when she blocked the serpent’s attack.

  “With injuries like that, you were still moving around?” Han flicked her forehead lightly.

  “What were you thinking?”

  Bai Ruoyue looked at Han with reddened eyes but said nothing.

  Glancing around, Han realized An Lang was no longer there.

  “I’m outside keeping watch, Young Master,” An Lang’s voice echoed in his mind.

  “Don’t let any threats slip past you,” Han instructed.

  Good, she’s on high alert.

  Han turned his attention back to Bai Ruoyue’s arm. Her clothes were already fused with dried blood and flesh.

  “Senior Sister, we need to treat your wounds. Let me help.”

  “…Alright.” Bai Ruoyue didn’t even glance at her injuries—her eyes remained fixed on Han.

  Han sighed inwardly. Great. Senior Sister is completely mesmerized by my looks.

  Being this handsome is such a hassle.

  Carefully, he extracted the debris from her wounds and applied healing powder.

  Then, he took a cloth and dipped it into the water An Lang had brought before gently wiping the dirt from Bai Ruoyue’s face.

  After the frantic escape, neither of them was in good shape. Their faces were covered in dust, and their clothes were torn.

  Though Bai Ruoyue had been shielded by Han most of the time, her arms, back, and legs had still sustained injuries. Han, on the other hand, had it much worse.

  Fortunately, his robe hadn’t suffered irreversible damage—it could still repair itself over time.

  Han took out a few healing pills and fed them to Bai Ruoyue. They worked, but the effects were limited.

  “Junior Brother, you take some too,” Bai Ruoyue urged.

  Han shook his head. “I don’t need them.”

  To prove his point, he pulled back his sleeve, revealing wounds that were already nearly healed.

  While he had been unconscious, the two divine artifacts within him had worked continuously to replenish his blood and restore his injuries. The Seven Aperture Exquisite Heart was subtle but undoubtedly effective.

  Compared to Bai Ruoyue, his recovery was leagues ahead.

  “My body is different,” Han explained. “Because of that, my blood is special. That’s why it was able to counteract the poison.”

  “Don’t ever do that again,” Bai Ruoyue said firmly.

  Han smiled but didn’t promise anything.

  After tending to Bai Ruoyue, he stood up.

  “Senior Sister, I’m going to change and clean up.”

  She nodded softly, but her gaze never left him.

  Han entered the cave and found a secluded corner where he wouldn’t be seen.

  His body was covered in dried blood, making him look even more battered than he felt.

  Once he was done, he stepped outside and suddenly realized—Bai Ruoyue needed to change too.

  Her clothes were torn, stained with blood, sweat, and venom, making her appearance just as disheveled.

  “Senior Sister, I’ll call An Lang back to help you clean up.”

  After a few calls, An Lang flew in instantly, nodding eagerly when she heard Han’s request.

  “Leave it to me!”

  Han stepped away to give them privacy. He stood at the cave entrance, watching the waterfall cascade down in an endless stream.

  He sighed.

  Who could have predicted that a simple expedition into the mountains would turn into such a life-and-death ordeal? Being hunted by multiple Bone Refining Realm beasts—if he hadn’t possessed so many trump cards, he would’ve died in Black Mountain.

  There was no omniscient perspective in this world. It was truly dangerous.

  Unpredictable. Uncontrollable. No one could know what lay ahead.

  And yet, this was all the Huang family’s fault.

  “Young Master! Come in, quickly!”

  Suddenly, An Lang’s urgent voice called from inside the cave.

  Han turned and walked back unhurriedly.

  This place was safe—there was nothing to worry about.

  But as he continued deeper into the cave, he was surprised.

  An Lang had taken Bai Ruoyue to the very depths of the cave?

  When he reached the end, what should have been a dark, lifeless cavern was instead glowing with an ethereal light.

  A pool of water, about four to five meters in diameter, lay before him.

  The water shimmered an emerald green, crystal-clear and teeming with vitality. Energy surged within it, exuding an aura of unparalleled life force.

  Han’s eyes widened in shock.

  He had never ventured this deep into the cave, but his spiritual senses had scanned it before.

  And according to his senses… this pool shouldn’t have existed.

  “What is this?”

  An Lang shook her head. “I don’t know. I saw it the first time I came in, but things were chaotic, so I only confirmed it wasn’t dangerous and didn’t mention it to you.”

  “I just remembered it now.”

  Han glanced at Bai Ruoyue. She had changed into fresh clothes, her face now clean.

  “This pool… it’s not ordinary,” Bai Ruoyue murmured. “There’s a remarkable power within it.”

  Han nodded in agreement. He could feel it too.

  A thought suddenly crossed his mind.

  Could this be the real manifestation of my increased luck?