This cultivation lasted a whole day. A tiny flame appeared at Ye Xiruo's fingertip, like a candle flame, seemingly about to go out at any moment, yet it swayed constantly in the wind, continuously changing shape. One moment it became a ribbon, the next a dancing little figure, then a blade of grass. Ye Xiruo was having a great time. She had now barely reached the first level of the Blazing Fire Technique, able to summon and gather fire elements in the air and then change their shape; naturally, it had no offensive capabilities, unless it was a surprise attack.

The second level involves more skillful control of flames, such as transforming them into a beautiful fire lotus. This requires not only spiritual energy but also precise coordination of soul power. The highest level of the Blazing Fire Technique is the ability to summon and control flames at will. If one could truly achieve such control, the success rate of alchemy could at least double. Furthermore, the Blazing Fire Technique itself is a powerful offensive method. Imagine being virtually invincible in places with extremely high fire element concentrations, such as deserts or volcanoes.

Ye Xi rubbed his hands together, imagining himself mastering the Flaming Fire Technique and dominating the world; it shouldn't be too far off.

"You should get out of here." The system always seems to cause trouble at crucial moments.

Ye Xiruo slipped back into her room, picked up a notebook, and began to read.

One must learn to cultivate and harvest medicinal herbs, become familiar with their medicinal properties, and understand the interactions and incompatibilities between them before attempting to refine elixirs.

Indeed, it is a profound and extensive subject. Ye Xiruo was not stumped, which makes it more challenging, doesn't it? Most of the medicinal herbs on the notes were from the "Compendium of Ten Thousand Herbs" that she had memorized before, so she treated it as a review to deepen her understanding.

"Come in." Who is it right now?

"Young Master, it's time for your medicine."

The door opened, and a teenage girl entered, her large, bright blue eyes filled with curiosity as she looked at Ye Xiruo.

"May I have your name?"

“Mingxi, it was the Palace Master who helped me obtain it.”

"You mean Master?"

"Yes, you are Master's disciple, which means you are the young master." Mingxi's small face was full of admiration and envy, but there was not a trace of jealousy.

Ye Xiruo gently rubbed her chubby cheeks: "Master sent you to take care of me."

"Yes, the Palace Master went out on business and asked me to take good care of you."

Ye Xiruo took the medicine, frowned, and drank it all in one gulp. Mingxi's eyes still held a hint of disbelief.

She had secretly taken a few sips of this medicine; it was extremely bitter. She was prepared for Ye Xiruo to spill the medicine bowl, but unexpectedly, she drank it all in one go.

He quickly handed over a white porcelain box containing all sorts of delicious candied fruits, both sweet and sour.

Ye Xiruo ate in silence for a long time before stopping, and her dark face regained some color.

"Thank you. When will Master be back?"

"It will be soon. I guess the Palace Master said he would have dinner with the Young Palace Master tonight."

"Don't call me Young Master anymore, it feels awkward. My name is Ye Xiruo, you can call me Sister." Ye Xiruo had no intention of abusing child laborers.

"Yes, sister."

"Disciple, I'm back." A long, bright red robe quickly appeared before Ye Xiruo, who immediately got out of bed and said, "Master, you're back."

"Is the food ready?" Jing Li asked Ming Xi with her narrow eyes.

"Ready?" Mingxi stuck out her tongue, winked at Ye Xiruo, and ran out.

Jingli's clothes were a little disheveled, and her ink-black hair was also somewhat messy.

"Master, what happened?"

Jing Li rubbed her forehead, her voice tinged with weariness: "The situation has changed. This is the intelligence I've gathered today. Take a look."

Ye Xiruo took the dossier from Jingli's hand and began to read it carefully.

“The Four Great Prodigies, the Five Major Forces, and more than a dozen other peerless geniuses and first-class forces, big and small.” Ye Xiruo’s expression was also somewhat unpleasant.

"These people are all here for the strange fire."

"Yes, those old guys are really going all out this time. They've mobilized so many forces for a single strange fire." It was clear that Jing Li was also very angry. He had originally intended to help his disciple, but the latter had shamelessly bullied the weak and seized the strange fire. He hadn't expected so many forces, large and small, to suddenly appear.

Although the Pill King Palace holds a transcendent position and fears no power, Jing Li would be terrified just thinking about facing all the powers.

The four greatest prodigies of the Taiyan Continent: Xiu Qiyu, Ye Liusha, Yi Ruowu, and Wuqingzui.

Ye Xiruo held the dossier and looked it over several times. This Xiu Qiyu looked so much like her elder brother Xiu Qi. She continued reading: Luoxia Valley, the eldest brother, with a mutated ice spirit root, his sword aura was superb, his face was stunningly beautiful, and his strength was unfathomable. He was ranked first among the four great prodigies.

"Stupid disciple, isn't this just that big ice block next to you? All he's got is a pretty face; his strength and everything else is pretty average." Jing Li flicked his sleeves, trying to hide his embarrassment. His disciple was far too easily lured away; he had to keep a close eye on him.

"What? Isn't he Xiu Qi's twin brother?"

"One person like Xiu Qiyu is enough. Twins would definitely become the nightmare of all geniuses."

Ye Xiruo shoved her head under the covers. So it turned out that Brother Xiu Qi was Xiu Qiyu. No wonder his expression was so strange when she mentioned her senior brother to him.

Ironically, even after meeting Yue Lianqing and Qing Zhiyi, he still hadn't guessed that Brother Xiu Qi was Xiu Qiyu. Had his age decreased and his intelligence also declined after transmigrating to another world?

Think back to how she described her senior brother: a charlatan, a hypocritical and despicable villain.

I really don't know how to face Brother Xiu Qi. No, shouldn't I be putting on a good show of acting right now? I should just pretend I don't know anything. The pressure is getting too much.

"Disciple, get up and eat."

"I haven't finished reading it yet!"

"Be more ambitious. The one beside you is just good; the other three are also peerless geniuses."

Oh, right, she wants to see what kind of person can stand shoulder to shoulder with Brother Xiu Qi.

Ye Liusha: The junior disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, born with a sword bone, he began practicing swordsmanship at the age of three and comprehended sword intent at the age of ten. He is known as the future sword god of the Taiyan Continent. In the portrait, Ye Liusha is dressed in black, holding a wooden sword. He gives the impression of a drawn sword, exuding a murderous aura.

"Is he bloodthirsty? Why does he have such a strong smell of blood?"

"It didn't kill as many as the one next to you."

Ye Xiruo pouted. Why did Master have such a deep prejudice against Brother Xiu Qi? Did something happen between the two of them?