Just as Nan Xian finished absorbing all the small points of light in the cabin, someone entered the room.

The person who came was not Situ Ting, but a girl she had seen outside before, who was Situ Ting's junior sister.

The girl looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, with delicate features and a high ponytail that swung gracefully behind her as she walked.

She smiled at Nan Xian and pressed a small button next to the spirit chamber, and the ropes binding Nan Xian's limbs immediately came loose.

Nan Xian sat up, rubbing her wrist. She glanced at her a few times and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: all the cultivators she had seen along the way had bright eyes and were full of energy. Indeed, spiritual energy nourishes people...

However, why was the girl looking at him so strangely?

Before, I was just a little curious and inquisitive, but now it feels like I've seen a million-dollar lottery prize.

Nan Xian felt a little embarrassed by the stare, coughed lightly, and pointed to the spirit energy pod behind her, "I just—"

Before she could explain, the girl hurriedly said, "It's alright," and then placed the tray in her hand on a small table next to her and took out a thin silver needle.

Nan Xian asked, "What is this for?"

While skillfully disinfecting the silver needles, the girl explained, "This is to test the amount of spiritual energy in your body so that we can make adjustments based on the specific situation and ensure that Miss Lu's soul will not have a rejection reaction in your body."

Nan Xian was taken aback, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Didn't you say I have the Body of Hundred Fusion, which can accommodate anything?"

The girl's eyes flashed, thinking to herself, "You were indeed able to accommodate anything before, but now you've mastered Qi cultivation without a teacher and absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy at once. This is where things get complicated... If you don't control it properly, Lu Anna's soul will only be good nourishment for you."

However, since this matter involved confidentiality, the girl didn't say that. She just smiled and said, "It's better to be safe than sorry. We have to be responsible for your health. Please give me your right hand. It will hurt a little, please bear with it."

Nan Xian then stopped asking questions and extended her right hand.

The girl pinched a silver needle and pricked the pads of each of her five fingers, and beads of blood slowly seeped out. She then took out five thumb-sized porcelain bottles, each with a label bearing different symbols and letters.

As soon as the mouth of the porcelain bottle approached Nan Xian's fingertip, the blood bead seemed to be attracted by something and "flew" into the bottle in a flash.

Soon, the blood samples from the tips of all five fingers were collected.

The girl left with the tray and came back in with a set of clothes.

Nan Xian changed her clothes and walked out of the room, but unexpectedly, she bumped into the person she least wanted to see at that moment.

He Mingxiao was anxiously waiting in the corridor when he heard the noise and turned around. When he saw her coming out of the room, his eyes lit up and he subconsciously took a few quick steps toward her.

Suddenly, he noticed her face darken, her lips pressed tightly together as she stared at him. He Mingxiao's smile froze slightly, and he stopped in his tracks.

The two stared at each other for a while, at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Nan Xian frowned slightly, wondering what he was doing here.

As Situ Ting mentioned before, this place appears to be an ordinary hospital, but it is actually a branch of their special department's research institute underground, and no one may enter without permission.

But then she thought about it again. She and He Mingxiao had been stranded on a deserted island together last time, so he must know about the existence of the outer and inner worlds just like she did.

Given the He family's status throughout China, it wouldn't be difficult for them to use some privileges to enter this place.

Thinking of this, she immediately recalled some unpleasant memories from her past life, and her face turned even uglier.

She averted her gaze from He Mingxiao, took a step forward, and was about to walk around him—

"Nan Xian."

He suddenly called out to her, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper scraping against a table, carrying an unconcealable weariness and weakness.

Nan Xian felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by a large hand; her breath caught in her throat, and she involuntarily stopped breathing.

Having spent ten years with him in her past life, she knew his physical condition all too well.

He Mingxiao is a fitness enthusiast and has a very good physique, so he rarely gets sick.

Unfortunately, he has a rather unusual constitution, and once he gets sick, it is several times harder for him to recover than for an ordinary person.

Her lips trembled slightly, and a word of concern stuck in her throat.

He Mingxiao stared at her profile, waiting expectantly for a long time, but she did not turn around. His eyes gradually dimmed.

He sighed inwardly and said in a low voice, "Gu Changlin has confessed to the whole process of his kidnapping and murder. The trial will be held soon. If you feel guilty, you don't have to show up."

Recalling the man who feigned madness in the mental hospital to try to evade responsibility, a cold glint flashed across his face, and his tone became slightly somber.

Upon hearing this, Nan Xian subconsciously clenched her sleeves.

That day, she was drugged by Gu Changlin and woke up to find herself bound hand and foot, unable to move, with a cliff behind her.

To this day, she can still vividly recall every detail of that day—

Rain soaked through my clothes, grit chafed my skin, the sea breeze chilled me to the bone, and the sharp pain of pointed leather shoes kicking my stomach...

And then there's the extreme fear and despair of falling off a cliff.

Several times in the middle of the night, she would recall that day and still break out in a cold sweat, feeling a chill run down her spine.

"How long... what's the longest sentence?" She tilted her head slightly, her gaze shifting to his feet.

He Mingxiao said decisively: "Life imprisonment."

His tone made Nan Xian understand that no matter how powerful the person behind Gu Changlin was, he would not allow him to ever step out of prison again in his life.

“I understand.” She took a deep breath and loosened her grip on her sleeve. “I am a victim, a witness, and I want to see Gu Changlin get the punishment he deserves.”

He Mingxiao looked at her with gentle eyes, and smiled faintly when he heard her words.

He watched her walk away, gazing at her tall, slender figure, as if talking to himself:

"I will never let you get hurt again."