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Yino had probably passed out last night from Yuyan's evil-dispelling technique.

However, he actually slept quite well. When he opened his eyes the next morning, Yino felt energized and full of positive energy, likely due to the abundant true energy Yuyan had infused into him the night before.

"You're awake."

From outside, the white-robed woman happened to push open the door.

Different from usual, Yuyan had not only risen early today but also brought Yino a steaming cup of milk.

Strangely, Yino didn't recall Ranmo Peak having any cows...

"It's time to drink your milk."

Yuyan carried the tray to the bedside and placed the still-warm milk in front of Yino.

Having just awakened, Yino felt a bit confused, sensing this scene was somehow familiar from a novel he read in his previous life. But he wasn't Wu Dalang, and his senior sister wasn't Pan Jinlian—this clearly wasn't a dream but reality.

"Wait..."

"Senior Sister, did you go down the mountain early to buy milk?"

Yino stared at the hot milk, rubbing his eyes.

Yuyan sat on his bed, momentarily silent, then somewhat guiltily averted her gaze, her beautiful eyes gentle: "Yes, the Celestial Medicine Temple's manual has a recipe made from milk refined with true energy. Drinking it can expel evil and toxins... Don't worry, this shouldn't hurt."

At the end, Yuyan quickly added a gentle reassurance, fearing Yino would recall last night's butchery-like energy channeling.

Hearing that this milk could also ward off evil, Yino couldn't help but show a troubled expression.

He hadn't expected that after being tortured last night, he would have to go through it again first thing this morning...

Yino secretly clicked his tongue, increasingly feeling that the manual given by Taoist Li was suspicious—definitely someone deliberately setting a trap! The prime suspect was likely Yanran, who had been ordered by the Celestial Master to kill Yino but knew he was recovering at Ranmo Peak with no opportunity to act. So she used this method to gradually force Yino off the mountain through Yuyan's hands!

"Yino, try it while it's hot..."

Yuyan sat on the edge of the bed, still showing concern, though her flitting, nervous gaze betrayed her unease.

Yino could see that this cup of hot milk had definitely been prepared with great care by her, who had gone down the mountain early to gather herbs and returned to make it.

With no choice, Yino took a deep breath and cautiously took a sip from the cup.

"Hmm..."

"There doesn't seem to be any herbal taste... just a sweet milk flavor..."

Yino blinked, looking up at the white-robed woman beside him with disbelief.

In Yino's stereotypical impression, Yuyan was a talented sword master who had never set foot in a kitchen, whose fingers had never touched dishwater. Generally speaking, female protagonists with such character settings often cook terribly...

"Does it taste good?"

Yuyan stared at the young man's milk-moistened lips, lightly pressing her own, asking with a slightly reddened face.

"It's good..."

Yino felt very strange.

He continued drinking the milk, and since it was sweet without any odd taste, Yino emptied the cup in just a few gulps.

When he looked back, he was again drawn to the nervousness and slight blush on Yuyan's face.

"Senior Sister, why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"I..it's… N... nothing..."

Yuyan felt somewhat guilty when questioned.

According to the manual's description, this cup was supposed to be milk drawn from a female cultivator's body using special techniques, containing extremely high amounts of true energy and spiritual energy.

However...

Although Yuyan had curiously tried it a little last night, she felt a swelling and tingling sensation in her chest. The technique was too strange, and Yuyan really didn't dare to practice it fully.

So Yuyan opted for an alternative. Instead of following the manual's method, she went down the mountain to buy a bucket of fresh milk and various herbs described in the book.

Afterward, Yuyan brought the milk up the mountain and, following the manual's instructions, placed it in a pot, refining it with both her spiritual energy and true energy, finally boiling a large pot of milk down to this small cup.

Although not the original version described in the book, Yuyan thought that milk infused with her true spiritual energy should have effects similar to her own milk...

And if the effects matched the book's description, Yino should now be feeling warm, with some restlessness inside, as if something damp and negative needed to be expelled from his body.

Thinking of this, Yuyan asked with greater concern:

"Yino, after drinking this milk, do you feel any restlessness inside?"

"I do feel a bit warm..."

Seeing Yuyan's serious expression, Yino felt a chill down his spine, suddenly remembering something important he had forgotten last night.

"By the way, Senior Sister, what manual are you reading? Could I take a look at it?"

"This... this..."

Yuyan's lips twitched, seemingly recalling something, her beautiful face showing a blush.

At this point, Yino became more suspicious.

"Senior Sister, why are you suddenly so nervous...?"

"I can give you the manual, but you can't look at the last few pages."

"Why not?"

"Because... because the last few pages of this manual aren't suitable for you to see yet..."

"?"

Yino blinked.

No matter how he tried to recall the game, he couldn't remember the Celestial Medicine Temple having any adult content in its manuals.

Unless...

"Don't worry, I won't flip to the back. I'll just look at the front."

After some negotiation, Yuyan reluctantly nodded in agreement.

She also felt something strange about this manual, but the Taoist Li who gave it yesterday was an old physician, and he was introduced by Senior Sister Mu, so logically there shouldn't be any issues.

Meanwhile, Yino received the manual and first examined its cover.

"It indeed has the Celestial Medicine Temple's binding..."

He nodded carefully, then turned to the first page.

But in that instant, Yino was stunned to see this extremely familiar set of evil-dispelling techniques.

His brows furrowed, and to verify his suspicions, he began quickly flipping through page by page.

The further he flipped, the stronger the sense of déjà vu in his mind.