Staring at Xiao Yan stepping out of the small room with the cultivation technique in hand, Xun'er shook her head and could only sigh, softly saying, "Well, let's just believe you for now." As he stepped out, Xiao Yan glanced at the族 members still deeply stunned around him, gave a slight shrug, and then, once Xun'er joined him, the two strolled calmly along the path. Since there were still two hours until departure, they didn't rush to leave. The Martial Arts Pavilion was usually a sacred ground, and today, with such a rare opportunity to enter, they took the time to wander around and satisfy their curiosity. As they approached the fire path, Xun'er casually entered one of the small rooms, retrieved a yellow-level, basic cultivation technique scroll, and then accompanied Xiao Yan as they walked through several other attribute paths. Today, the Martial Arts Pavilion was undoubtedly its most bustling day in several years—each attribute path was packed with people, their faces flushed with excitement, all vigorously attacking the glowing screens, while the cheers of the young ones echoed continuously as the screens shattered. Under the influence of this atmosphere, a gentle smile had always lingered on Xiao Yan's face. After walking down another small path, Xiao Yan checked the time, stretched lazily, and smiled at Xun'er beside him, saying, "Let's go—the time is almost up." Nodding indifferently, Xun'er followed Xiao Yan around the corner of the path and headed straight toward the outer area of the Qi Pavilion. As they turned the corner, Xiao Yan's brow lifted slightly. Near them, Xiao Mei, dressed in a vibrant red dress, was hurriedly pacing back and forth in front of a glowing screen, her cheeks flushed with urgency—clearly trying to obtain the techniques inside, yet unable to break through the barrier. Today, Xiao Mei wore a bright red dress, the slightly tightened sash accentuating her slender waist, beautifully revealing the graceful curves of her figure, with a particularly alluring front-to-back swell. At that moment, the delicate face, blending purity and grace, was now overwhelmed by anxiety. The adorable furrowed brows gave the surrounding youths such a sense of urgency that they almost felt compelled to offer their lives. ...Xiao Mei was in a terrible mood—so anxious, in fact, that it could be described as frantic. Before even entering the Qi Pavilion today, her father had secretly told her a room number, specifically urging her to secure the technique within. He had gone to great lengths, using both persistence and persuasion, to obtain this information from the Qi Arrangement staff. He was certain that as long as Xiao Mei acquired this high-level Wind-type technique at the Yellow Stage, she would have a clear advantage right from the start of her Qi cultivation journey. Yet, although Xiao Mei's father had obtained the exact room number, he had overlooked the strength of the room's protective veil. Since Xiao Mei had first discovered this room, she had been struggling for nearly an hour, still unable to break through it. Though several members of her clan, envious of her beauty, had offered to assist, the veil could only be shattered by one person at a time. Once more than two people attempted to strike it, the veil grew stronger in response. In the end, their efforts proved futile—like water poured into a bamboo basket, it simply vanished without a trace. Now, with only two hours left, if the veil remained unbroken, Xiao Mei would truly lose everything. Thinking of the consequences of lacking any combat technique, a few droplets of moisture gathered in the delicate, alluring eyes of her, enhancing her delicate, endearing charm and evoking sympathy. With a slightly misty gaze, she scanned the surrounding young men, smiled faintly, shook her head, and then her beautiful eyes suddenly stopped. Not far away, a black-robed youth, cradling his head between his hands, walked calmly. Drawing a deep breath through his high, delicate nose, Xiao Mei's heart, which had just sunk into despair, quietly stirred anew. Wiping away a tear that was about to fall, she gently bit her red lips, looking at Xiao Yan with a pitiful expression, hoping he would lend her a hand. The other youths around glanced at her in turn, gradually shifting their attention to Xiao Yan as he approached, their murmurs softening and tinged with reverence. For a moment, the once bustling path fell completely silent. Under the steady gaze of dozens of eyes along the path, Xiao Yan maintained a calm expression, walked straight ahead, and passed by Xiao Mei, who had been hesitating to speak, without so much as a glance. With her lips slightly parted, Xiao Mei watched Xiao Yan, who had completely ignored her, and after a moment of stunned silence, a touch of self-mockery crept onto her beautiful face. She gently shook her head, recalling her treatment of Xiao Yan over the past few years, and the initial surge of resentment that had stirred within her gradually faded away. "Ha, perhaps this is fate after all. I must have been such a difficult person—so self-righteous, so to blame for myself," she murmured softly. Lowering herself to her knees, her shoulders gently heaved as she stifled quiet sobs that rose softly, echoing in the stillness of the quiet path. Watching Xiao Mei, now crouched like a cat abandoned on the ground, the surrounding youths all sighed deeply and shook their heads in sympathy. As Xiao Mei sat there, quietly weeping, she suddenly sensed a shift in the atmosphere around her. Gently lifting her tear-streaked face, she paused, startled. Before him, the young man who had just walked away was now slowly returning, arms wrapped around the back of his head. "Get out of the way," Xiang Yin said calmly, glancing at the graceful Xiao Mei. "Ah? Oh..." Xiao Mei blinked again, finally regaining her composure, her face bright with joy, and obediently stepped aside. Xiao Yan passed by beside her, Xiao Mei speaking softly, "Hmm." Glancing at the girl, who had finally lost her composure, Xiao Yan nodded gently, then faded away at the end of the path, into the eyes of the young boys who admired him.