I bought a secret manual of the Hehuan Sect for ten yuan.

Qin Ge went straight back to the Tulip Hotel after leaving the Yang family.

He had planned to go to the Lin family's house tonight, but the information he received from Wang Gu made him change his plans.

Late at night, there was a knock on the door.

Qin Ge, who was sitting on the bed cultivating, slowly opened his eyes. "Are these assassins never going to stop?"

He opened the door, paused for a moment, and said, "It's you?"

Yang Xin'er stood timidly and delicately at the door, wearing a loose white bathrobe.

A few strands of her hair were damp, and her stunningly beautiful face looked as if it had just been steamed, making her look incredibly delicate and alluring.

"My mom is awake." Yang Xin'er entered the room, closed the door, and locked it.

"She recognized me. Although she hasn't fully recovered, she's doing well."

"Most importantly, she seems to have accepted the truth of what happened back then and overcome her inner demons."

Qin Ge tilted her head, looking puzzled. "So?"

"You didn't have to come here dressed like this in the middle of the night to tell me that, did you?"

"I didn't come here to tell you all this." Yang Xin'er's face grew redder as she thought about what she was about to say. "I booked a room next to yours and even took a shower."

Qin Ge was still full of questions.

"Like this..." Yang Xin'er loosened her belt, her fragrant shoulders trembled and relaxed, and her nightgown slid down her smooth skin.

Her perfect body was laid bare before Qin Ge. "Is it alright?"

"Great, absolutely great!" Qin Ge's eyes widened, almost straightening out the wrinkles in his brain. "Great what?"

"To repay a debt of gratitude?"

Yang Xin'er shook her head, swaying as she moved closer to Qin Ge, "I like you."

"Willingly."

She reached out to take off her glasses, but Qin Ge grabbed her wrist halfway through the movement. "Don't take them off. I want to see you with your glasses on."

He then picked up Yang Xin'er and lowered his head to kiss her.

Just as Qin Ge had promised, he was gentle, a gentleness born of genuine pity and heartache after learning about Yang Xin'er's background.

Yang Xin'er's personality is similar to Gu Caiwei's, calm and reserved. The difference is that she is incredibly passionate once she opens her heart.

This was a truly unexpected and delightful surprise for Qin Ge.

Gently gather, slowly twist, rub, and pick...

"What a bottomless pit!" Qin Ge sighed, leaning against the headboard. Was the Yuan Yin Body worthless? How come he still couldn't break through?

"What did you say?" Yang Xin'er pinched Qin Ge hard, her face still flushed. "It's already...it's already...ugh, you're so annoying!"

"Uh..." Qin Ge was stunned for a long time before he understood what Yang Xin'er meant. He was thinking that the eighth level of Qi Refining was a bottomless pit. What was she thinking?

This is a crossover!

Yang Xin'er changed the subject, "Why did you ask me just now if it wasn't to repay a debt of gratitude? If I had said yes, would you have rejected me?"

"Are you kidding me!" Qin Ge swept his arm around her, his body filled with a warm, soft body. "I was just pretending to ask. You've practically delivered yourself to my doorstep, do you think you can just run away?"

Yang Xin'er: "......"

The following afternoon, Yang Xin'er hurriedly brought Qin Ge back to the Yang family home.

Yang Jianjun's body reached its limit, and he collapsed.

Fortunately, everything Qin Ge asked them to prepare was already ready.

When Qin Ge arrived at the Yang family, Yang Jianjun was already unconscious. After taking his pulse, he comforted Yang Xin'er. Then, Yang Xin'er had someone arrange the things Qin Ge needed, preparing for the marrow cleansing ritual!

The Yang family cleared out a room where eight wooden barrels, each about half a person's height, were lined up in a row, with wisps of steam rising from their mouths.

The wooden barrel contained a medicinal broth made from various precious herbs. If it weren't for the fact that the herbs Qin Ge needed were rare and plentiful, and that Yang Jianjun was unwilling to use his power for his own private matters, it wouldn't have taken so long to prepare.

With everything prepared, Qin Ge first used spiritual energy to stimulate Yang Jianjun's vitality and awaken him. "Mr. Yang, the detoxification process is a bit painful, so you'll have to bear with it."

"Brother Qin, please go ahead and treat him!" Yang Jianjun smiled slightly, shaking his muscles. "Do I look like someone who can't stand pain?"

His body was covered with various scars, including knife wounds and gunshot wounds; these were his medals of honor!

"He does look like a tough guy!" Qin Ge chuckled inwardly. "As long as you don't cry later, I'll respect you as a hero!"

He made Yang Jianjun take off his shirt, and then, with a faint spiritual energy, he inserted silver needles into various vital acupoints in Yang Jianjun's hands.

"Let's go in!" Qin Ge said, pointing to one of the wooden barrels.

As Yang Jianjun's body was immersed in the medicinal liquid, he gathered spiritual energy at his fingertips, a faint white light emanating from them, and quickly pointed out with his fingers.

Yang Jianjun's body trembled suddenly, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.

Before long, he could no longer control himself, and a suppressed groan escaped his throat, his body covered in cold sweat.

This brat, does he call this "a little pain"?

Even crushing bones and peeling skin wouldn't be this bad!

Qin Ge's eyes narrowed slightly, and his spiritual energy circulated continuously, seeping into Yang Jianjun's body through the silver needles.

The toxins that had seeped into Yang Jianjun's meridians and internal organs were stirred and stripped away by the spiritual energy, no wonder he was in pain!

"Mr. Yang, if you can't help it, you can call out. There's no one else here."

Qin Ge looked at Yang Jianjun's trembling body and smiled as she spoke.

"It's okay, I can handle it!" Yang Jianjun said, his teeth almost grinding to powder.

About half an hour later, the murky yellow liquid in the wooden bucket grew darker and darker, eventually turning black!

Qin Ge tore two bath towels and tossed them to Yang Jianjun, "Dry yourself off and go to this wooden tub."

The spiritual energy raged within his body, forcing out the toxins little by little, intensifying Yang Jianjun's pain.

Why does it hurt even more than before after I changed the bucket?

Yang Jianjun wondered to himself, "Would the pain worsen every time I change the bucket?"

He glanced at the rows of wooden barrels and felt a chill run down his spine.

"ah--!"

A hearty yet piercing cry rang out, seemingly about to shatter the ceiling.

"Does it hurt a little?" Qin Ge asked, suppressing a laugh.

However, Yang Jianjun simply didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to Qin Ge.

Yang Xin'er and Xu Manlin, who were guarding outside the door, held hands and their eyelids twitched as they listened to Yang Jianjun's screams.

"Xin'er, is your friend reliable?" After a long talk with Yang Jianjun, Xu Manlin was in much better condition than when Yang Xin'er left last night.

He's basically no different from a normal person now, except he's still a bit dull.

It wasn't that Qin Ge was particularly skilled, but rather that Xu Manlin's inner conflict was difficult to resolve, and it just so happened that Yang Xin'er helped her resolve it, as if it were destined.

Once the knot in one's heart is untied, recovery becomes a natural process.

If Yang Xin'er can't resolve Xu Manlin's inner conflict, then Qin Ge won't be able to do anything about it.

"There shouldn't be any problems, right?" Yang Xin'er wanted to say decisively that Qin Ge was reliable, but she found that she didn't seem to be sure herself.

How could detoxifying someone make the patient look like a stabbed pig?

My father is a tough guy. He has suffered many serious injuries before without ever uttering a sound. You can imagine the pain he is enduring right now!

Two hours passed, and Qin Ge still hadn't come out of the room.

Yang Xin'er kept reassuring her mother that Qin Ge was sensible and wouldn't cause any trouble, but she herself was very worried.

The only thing that could reassure them slightly was that Yang Jianjun's voice had become softer.

What they didn't know was that it wasn't that Yang Jianjun was no longer in pain, but that he couldn't be called out anymore and had become somewhat numb.

Two more hours passed, and Qin Ge patted Yang Jianjun on the shoulder. "Alright, let's go back to the first bucket!"

Yang Jianjun was startled. "Brother Qin, no, we're not going to do it again, are we?"