After his coming-of-age ceremony, Xiao Yan's life finally began to ease into a more relaxed rhythm, and the previously packed daily training schedule found itself largely free. Although the tonic elixir crafted from the herbs he had purchased earlier had been completely consumed, he had no intention of buying more. Now, having reached the eighth stage of the Battle Qi cultivation, the benefits of the tonic had become negligible. Once the effects of the tonic waned, the old pharmacist ceased using other pills to further enhance Xiao Yan's strength, instead encouraging him to simply relax his mind and spirit. The path of cultivation, he emphasized, lies in balance—consistently striving might sometimes lead one astray. Amidst this tranquil and comfortable routine, Xiao Yan, accustomed to the bustling pace of his daily life, found himself unusually idle, his bones itching with restlessness. With no choice, he began each day accompanying Xun'er on strolls around the grounds, and occasionally practicing battle techniques in the rear mountains. Now, Xiao Yan has undoubtedly once again become the focal point of the family. No matter where he goes, respectful glances follow him like shadows, and the constant, courteous titles he receives leave him somewhat amazed by the contrast between his past and present. With a rustling of clothes, Xiao Yan's brow furrowed slightly as he narrowed his eyes, gazing outward into the forest, and murmured a low, cold laugh. Brushing off a few dry leaves from his clothes, he carried himself with a lazy, cold expression, walking slowly toward the forest's edge. Stepping out into the open, the warm sunlight warmed his body, making his bones feel slightly stiff. After adjusting to the brightness, he tilted his head slightly, watching the figure on a distant large stone. The sunlight cascaded over the slender figure, highlighting her graceful curves, and her long, sensuous legs stood out especially alluring. Observing Xiao Yu silently on the stone, Xiao Yan slowly walked down to the stone, raising his gaze to the woman whose face remained cool and composed. His eyes lingered particularly on her long, attractive legs before he gently sniffed and said, "Your legs are quite beautiful—no need to show them off so much." With just those few words, the composed Xiao Yu's face turned pale and stiff. The ample chest rose and fell as Xiao Yu bit down on her silver teeth, speaking coldly, "Do you know why I've come to see you?" "To beat me?" Drawing back her hand and running a finger along her nose, Xiao Yan asked casually. "Your punch seriously injured my brother—he's now lying in bed, unable to move. Since you've been so severe in your attack, as his sister, I naturally can't let him suffer in silence." Xiao Yu stared at Xiao Yan with furious eyes, her resentment clearly evident. "Then," Xiao Yan tilted his head with a cold, mocking smile, "your implication is that, under those circumstances, I should just stand there and let his punch shatter my arm?" Xiao Yu pressed her full lips together, her gaze still firmly fixed on Xiao Yan, the anger in her eyes unchanged. "After he breaks my arm, you might silently mourn for a few minutes as if I'm some unfortunate soul—then, you'll have no further regrets. You won't even care whether I'm disabled for the rest of my life. Hah! It's still the same as last time—besides being wildly irrational and always favoring you, what else can you do? Most infuriating woman! You treat your brother like a human being, yet I'm nothing but a mere person!" As he spoke, his anger grew, and by the end, with his face slightly flushed, Xiao Yan erupted into a stream of sharp words. "For heaven's sake, being busty but brainless is exactly what you're meant to be!" "Xiao Yan, you little brat, shut up!" Xiao Yu's face turned first pale, then ashen, and finally she screamed out in frustration at the very last outburst from Xiao Yan. Watching Xiao Yu's stern face, blazing eyes, and flushed complexion, Xiao Yan merely smiled coldly, nodding contentedly to himself. Taking a deep breath and gradually calming her fury, Xiao Yu leapt gracefully from the massive stone with her sensuous, long legs, gritting her teeth and declaring, "No matter what, today I won't let you off easy, you little brat." As she spoke, she stepped forward with her left foot, her elegant body arching into a captivating curve. Her right leg, sensuously poised, kicked with a slight whoosh of wind, striking hard against Xiao Yan's legs. Lee Seon's strength was indeed far beyond Xiao Ning's. Amidst this relentless assault, Xiao Ning found it difficult to launch any counterattacks and was forced to rely on evasive maneuvers. Though he seemed somewhat disheveled, darting aside from Xiao Yu's sharp leg attacks, his face remained remarkably calm, his eyes narrowed with keen focus, constantly scanning for any weaknesses in her stance. After successfully deflecting another leg sweep with his arm, Xiao Ning felt a slight ache in his arm—indicating that Xiao Yu wasn't a complete fool, at least not yet. She hadn't fully committed her strength against him; though her attacks appeared vigorous, they only caused minor physical discomfort. As Xiao Ning retreated hurriedly, Xiao Yu's lips curled into a satisfied smile, and with a swift point of her foot, she surged forward once more with renewed intensity. With a renewed assault, Xiao Yu's face suddenly changed—Xiao Yan, who had been steadily evading, seemed to transform from a gentle, docile sheep into a fierce, determined wolf. With the curvature of his palms, a powerful suction force pulled Xiao Yu off balance, sending her body slightly forward as she stumbled. As her body leaned forward, the qi within her rapidly concentrated at her feet, striving to grip the ground. Yet, just as she was about to secure her footing, the suction force abruptly vanished, replaced instead by a strong, forceful push. Between the suction and the push, Xiao Yu lost her balance, staggering back several steps and finally collapsing to her knees, landing squarely on her back. Surprised by Xiao Yan's sudden surge of strength, Xiao Yu seemed utterly stunned and forgot to rise immediately. When she regained her composure, a figure descended from the air like a charging tiger, pressing her firmly beneath him. "Damn it!" Xiao Yan exclaimed, "Today, you're going to be raped!" There were some bruises on his face, and with all the injuries, Xiao Yan took a deep breath, gripping the pulse points on Xiao Yuhao's wrist tightly with both hands, teeth clenched.