The Mandara, a mythical flower known as the Red Spider Lily, is a plant that grows along the Santu River. It blooms without leaves and shows leaves without flowering.

But doesn’t the botanical illustration say it’s just an ordinary flower? And it’s non-toxic, right?

"Manjusaka is not Mandara. I’m talking about that black, highly toxic flower, whose leaves are a spiritual medicine that can cure all poisons. I just didn’t expect these two things to simultaneously appear in your body."

The old man looked at Luo Qianqian: "If not for the flower leaves of Mandara restraining it, do you think this small Poison-Avoidance Pill would really be effective?"

Luo Qianqian was completely bewildered, having no clue what the old man was talking about. She stared blankly in the direction where the old man was, with nothing energetic in her eyes.

"If you truly want to recover, for now, cultivation is surely the way. Foundation Establishment would expel all harmful impurities from your body, much more than what you experienced when you first started cultivation. Most importantly, it has no downsides." The old man paused slightly while looking at Luo Qianqian, then continued: "Moreover, you have too much residual spiritual power in your body. If not consumed, it will become a burden later."

Speed up, huh? Luo Qianqian was dazed.

"So... before..."

"You were tricked. But you’re clever; by using this exerted method, you cleared the meridians in your body which were clogged by thick spiritual power. Someone likely suspects you to be Chaos." Having been exposed, the old man wouldn’t dodge or speak unclearly anymore.

Luo Qianqian looked at the old man, surprised.

Could it be that she would say she just wanted Sawadera Shichirou to lose face?

If it were after ten punches that she was knocked down, she could say things like ’As a country of etiquette, letting opponents have a chance is also what we should do, otherwise it would greatly damage their confidence, which isn’t good.’

How was she supposed to know getting beaten would help? If she had known earlier... she would still have to get beaten...

Looking at Qin Nuan, she resolutely walked into the room and said: "I want to cultivate, don’t worry."

After speaking, she closed the door, her face full of determination.

Qin Nuan watched Luo Qianqian, opened her mouth, but after a moment helplessly shrugged her shoulders, sat down, opened her backpack, quietly looking at its contents, slightly furrowing her brows. No trophies or medals, just what are these two wooden tokens with ’Yingzhou’ written on them? 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Luo Qianqian at this moment was full of resolute determination, positioned herself well, and slowly operated the cultivation technique paths of the first few layers.

The first layer requires Nine Days, the second layer requires Eighteen Circles of Day...

The feeling was incredibly smooth. Maybe it was her illusion, but during an inexplicable internal observation state, Luo Qianqian discovered her meridians seemed several times wider than before, and the meridian walls were even thicker and more resilient.

Layer by layer, unknowingly Luo Qianqian had already operated to the sixth layer, but was stopped abruptly by the old man...

"What’s wrong?" Luo Qianqian was excited, interrupted by the old man’s nagging, naturally feeling unhappy.

The old man looked at Luo Qianqian: "Continuing further, the people outside will be breaking down the door. Moreover, you don’t have much spiritual power worth consuming anymore."

Only then did Luo Qianqian notice the noisy footsteps outside the door, suddenly feeling somewhat puzzled.

She got up and opened the door: "What’s wrong?"

And saw Qin Nuan and Luo Yanran anxiously pacing at the door, their faces showing unparalleled panic.

Upon hearing the sound, they all turned their heads in delighted surprise, looking at Luo Qianqian.

"Qhianqhian, are you okay?" Luo Yanran asked.

Luo Qianqian slightly furrowed her brow and shook her head: "Is something the matter?"

Qin Nuan was almost in tears, bitterly laughing while hugging Luo Qianqian: "You’ve not had any response for five days..." Her voice was choked, clearly truly worried,

Feeling the moisture on her neck, Luo Qianqian gently hugged Qin Nuan, lightly rubbing the uninjured side of her face against Qin Nuan’s shoulder: "I’m fine, don’t worry."

"We can go to the hospital, don’t rush." Luo Yanran looked at the bandages on Luo Qianqian’s face, also worried, but still feigned a nonchalant appearance: "Our family is good-looking, it’s time to lower the beauty level for others to have space."

Qin Nuan rolled her eyes grudgingly: "You talk like this?"

Luo Qianqian looked at Luo Yanran and smiled gently: "Exactly, the Luo Family has Fourth Brother’s stunning beauty, that’s enough."

Because of Qin Nuan, Yhan Miyuan’s subsequent attire did not follow the non-mainstream trend, but instead went with the idol group style and smoky look.

Although there wasn’t exaggerated eyeshadow, under Qin Nuan’s dexterous hands, Yhan Miyuan was stunning for a period. Especially amidst a crowd with rainbow-colored hair, black hair was even more noticeable.

Retiring from the entertainment circle when his fame was at its peak was an unexpected choice for everyone.

Yet that’s exactly what happened.

Consequently, various gossip tabloids dubbed Yhan Miyuan as someone with unparalleled beauty, a beloved child kissed by angels...

If one had a single imperfection, it was likely to have a humble heart, so he chose to retire upon reaching his peak.

As the only child star who debuted, winning a Grand Slam of various awards within just over ten years as Best Actor and Best Male Singer, Yhan Miyuan is considered a god among many struggling unknowns.

Withdrawing at the prime of life, choosing to enjoy life is also beyond the imagination of many.

"Brother, it’s okay." Luo Qianqian reached out and pulled off the bandage on her face.

For the first time, the wound was exposed to Qin Nuan and Luo Yanran.

Qin Nuan saw it and immediately burst into tears, looking utterly incredulous.

Luo Yanran was better, but he also gripped his fists tightly, shivering all over, unable to speak, his eyes had already turned red.

"This, I have a way to heal it. But I’m really tired now, could you make me something delicious?"

The wound was already scabbed over, neither festering nor falling off, just menacingly marking Luo Qianqian’s face, leaving a chilling scar on her fair, tender skin.

The edges of the scar had already turned pink, indicating good recovery progress.

This was also related to these days of Luo Qianqian’s day-and-night nonstop cultivation accelerating her metabolism, thus speeding up the healing process.

"What do you want to eat?" Qin Nuan wiped her tears, quickly walked to the kitchen.

"Porridge, I want meat porridge, and a big chicken drumstick, I want to eat more, I’m so hungry." Luo Qianqian said while touching her belly.

Luo Yanran also calmed his emotions, looking at Luo Qianqian’s obviously unimpaired countenance, nodding lightly: "I’ll go buy the chicken drumstick for you, anything else you want?"

"Then I also want chicken wings, fries, and popcorn chicken."

"Are you confrontational with chicken meat?"

Luo Yanran was speechless but still changed his shoes and went out, hurriedly walking. However, the moment he closed the door, Luo Yanran’s fist slammed against the wall, masked by the sound of the closing door, unnoticed.

His gaze was icy: "Damn it, the island country’s dwarfs, I’ll annihilate you all!"