He took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening, no longer hesitant, and said in a deep voice, "This method requires Blood-Guiding Grass, Soul-Gathering Flower, and Three Yang Stone as auxiliary materials to set up a Reincarnation Array. The place where the spell is cast must be an extremely Yin place, with the Cold Pool Cave in the back mountain of the sect being the most suitable. As for the time, it must be midnight tonight, when the Yin energy is at its peak."

"Blood-Guiding Grass, Soul-Gathering Flower, Three Yang Stone..." Xiao Feng silently memorized them and asked, "Where can I find these things? I'll go now!"

"Don't rush."

The old doctor waved his hand: "Of these three items, only the Three Yang Stone is relatively common. The Blood-Guiding Grass and the Soul-Gathering Flower are rare. The sect's medicine storehouse may have some, but their age and potency may not be sufficient. However... when I traveled in my early years, I was fortunate enough to collect some, which I have treasured ever since. I thought they would be useless in this life, but I never expected... Never mind, come with me to get them."

As the old doctor spoke, he turned and walked into the inner room.

Xiao Feng followed closely behind, a huge weight lifted from his heart for the time being, but an even bigger weight was now hanging in the air.

He knew that the real test would begin at midnight tonight.

He glanced back out the window; the sky was darkening, and the afterglow of the setting sun painted half the sky red.

I wonder how Yuwei is doing now?

He clenched his fists, his eyes hardening once more.

Yuwei, wait for me.

Even if it means going through fire and water, I will definitely save you! I will definitely take you to see the sunset you've always wanted to see!

The old doctor led Xiao Feng into a more secluded inner room behind the medicine hut.

The inner room was even darker than the outside, and the air was filled with a strong, lingering aroma of herbs, along with a faint smell of dust.

The walls were covered with bundles of dried herbs, and in the corner were several earthenware jars, each about half a person's height, with yellowed labels and faded writing.

The old doctor walked to an ebony cabinet against the wall and carefully opened one of the drawers.

He took out a palm-sized jade box from inside; the jade was warm and lustrous, clearly not an ordinary item.

"Here, these are the Blood-Guiding Grass and the Soul-Gathering Flower."

The old doctor opened the jade box and saw a small, bright red plant lying quietly inside, as if it contained flowing blood, and a small, crystal-clear flower that exuded a faint chill.

He handed the jade box to Xiao Feng, his eyes unusually solemn.

"Young man, let me remind you one more time. This 'Drawing Poison Through the Mechanism' technique, when the poison enters your body, the feeling... tsk, it's worse than being torn apart a thousand times. The poison surges against your meridians, every inch of your flesh feels like it's being burned by raging fire and corroded by freezing ice, and your soul will be torn apart. Are you... really not afraid?"

Xiao Feng took the jade box. It felt slightly heavy in his hand. The Blood-Guiding Grass seemed to carry a trace of warmth, while the Soul-Gathering Flower exuded a bone-chilling cold.

He could sense the strange power contained within these two things.

Afraid?

His heart skipped a beat.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid; just hearing the old doctor's description sent chills down his spine.

But the thought of Zhao Yuwei's pale face instantly suppressed that fear.

"Don't worry, sir."

Xiao Feng gripped the jade box tightly, his knuckles turning white, but his voice was unusually calm, even carrying a hint of ruthless determination.

"As long as I can save Yuwei, I wouldn't even flinch if it meant going to the deepest hell or being boiled in oil!"

Seeing the unwavering resolve in his eyes, the old doctor knew further words were futile, so he could only sigh and nod.

"Yes. Remember, when setting up the formation, you must be completely focused and not make the slightest mistake. Otherwise... all your previous efforts will be in vain, and you may even detonate the poison on the spot, destroying everything in your path."

"I understand, kid!"

Xiao Feng solemnly put the jade box and the Three Yang Stone into his bosom, as if carrying a heavy burden, but also his only hope.

He bowed deeply to the old doctor: "Thank you so much, sir! I am deeply grateful and will repay your kindness in the future if I survive tonight!"

After saying that, he didn't linger and turned to leave the medicine hut with long strides.

After bidding farewell to the old doctor, Xiao Feng practically ran towards Zhao Yuwei's residence.

The residences assigned to inner disciples by the sect are all independent courtyards. Zhao Yuwei's courtyard is located near a bamboo forest on the back mountain, in a quiet and secluded environment.

In the past, Xiao Feng would have thought this place was very elegant, but today, the familiar path seemed exceptionally long under his feet, and the surrounding lush bamboo forest seemed to be tinged with a gloomy color.

The closer he got to the courtyard, the faster his heart beat, and his palms were sweaty.

He was afraid, afraid to see the scene he didn't want to accept.

Gently push open the half-closed courtyard gate. The courtyard is quiet, with only a few bamboo leaves blown down by the wind, swirling and drifting down.

He walked quietly to Zhao Yuwei's door, took a deep breath, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Who is it?" A faint voice came from inside, sounding noticeably tired and hoarse.

"It's me, Xiao Feng." Xiao Feng tried to make his voice sound as relaxed as possible.

There was a moment of silence inside the door, followed by a soft rustling sound, as if someone was struggling to get up.

A moment later, the door was pulled open a crack from the inside.

Zhao Yuwei appeared behind the door, and after only one day, she seemed to have become even more haggard.

Her already fair face was now completely bloodless, her lips were chapped, and the dark circles under her eyes were so thick they seemed impossible to dissolve.

She seemed to be forcing herself to smile, but the smile was more painful than a grimace, causing Xiao Feng's heart to clench painfully.

"Senior Brother Xiao... why are you here?" She leaned against the door frame, her breath unsteady, her voice as soft as a feather.

Xiao Feng was heartbroken beyond measure, but he dared not show it on his face. He forced a relaxed smile, revealing a set of white teeth.

"What? Can't you come see our pretty junior sister if there's nothing wrong? Look at you, so listless, did you not eat properly again?"

As he spoke, he subtly observed her.

Her eyes were dim; those eyes, which were usually so bright, now seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.

"I... am fine."

Zhao Yuwei lowered her head, avoiding Xiao Feng's gaze, and said in an even lower voice, "I'm just a little tired and want to sleep a little longer."

Xiao Feng knew she was lying. She wasn't tired at all; the poison had clearly gotten worse.

He suppressed his anxiety and worry, squeezed through the crack in the door, and closed it behind him. His tone was domineering and left no room for argument: "Alright, alright, stop pretending. Come on, your senior brother will take you to get something to eat. Look how thin you are, a gust of wind could blow you away."

Without saying a word, he grabbed Zhao Yuwei's wrist; it was icy cold to the touch and so thin it hurt her skin.

"Senior brother, I'm really not hungry..."

Zhao Yuwei tried to break free, but she didn't have the strength.

"You have to eat, even if you're not hungry!" Xiao Feng said firmly, but carefully supported her, afraid she would fall. "You're weak right now, you need to replenish your nutrition. Listen to me, come with me."