The cold poison has dissipated, and Master's cultivation has recovered.

The heavy dragon severing stone gate closed with a muffled thud.

As the last ray of light was cut off, Cold Jade Palace once again plunged into deathly darkness.

That Rebellious Disciple, left.

The air was still filled with the intoxicating aroma of chicken soup, lingering for a long time, like an invisible little hand, constantly plucking at Yun Yuzhen's heartstrings.

Yun Yuzhen still maintained her posture of sitting on the cold jade bed, her back straight, as if bending her waist even slightly would break her last shred of dignity as a Revered Master.

However, her eyes, which were originally as clear and cold as frost, now appeared somewhat hazy.

The empty white jade bowl on the ground lay there all alone.

Everything that had just happened felt like an absurd dream.

She, the Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak of Taichu Holy Land, a peerless powerhouse of Tribulation Crossing Realm, Tenth Heaven, was actually held by the chin by her own disciple, and fed an entire bowl of chicken soup, mouthful by mouthful, as if feeding a child.

And... what made her feel even more ashamed was that she actually felt... unsatisfied.

"Gulp..."

A warmth from her abdomen made her originally pale face flush red again.

It was the long-lost feeling of fullness.

The Five Spirits Brocade Chicken's meat was tender and smooth, and under the Rebellious Disciple's Samadhi True Fire, it had long been thoroughly cooked and flavored. Now, it transformed into a warm current, slowly spreading within her stomach.

"Su Ye... you bastard..."

Yun Yuzhen gritted her silver teeth and cursed in a low voice.

However, there wasn't much lethality in her voice; instead, it carried an indescribably complex emotion.

She stretched out her slender finger, wanting to wipe away the lingering warmth of Su Ye's fingertips from the corner of her mouth, but her hand froze midway.

The Rebellious Disciple's words still echoed in her ears.

"Until you willingly beg this disciple to feed you."

"Dream on!"

Yun Yuzhen suddenly flicked her sleeve, sending out a faint Qi current, but due to the lack of Spiritual Qi in her body, she couldn't even shatter the empty bowl. She merely pushed it to roll a few circles further, emitting a crisp sound.

This scene made her expression even uglier.

A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs.

To think that Yun Yuzhen, who dominated the Eastern Barrens three hundred years ago, striking fear into the Demonic Path with her Grand Yin Divine Sword, had ever suffered such humiliation?

Now she was reduced to a state where she had to consider her image even when breaking a bowl.

"If this Seat's cultivation were still present..."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions in her chest, closed her eyes, and prepared to circulate the Grand Yin True Scripture to slightly regulate her Qi.

Even with the Demonic Seed Restriction planted by Su Ye in her body, and even with her Meridians as dry as a riverbed, the instinct of a Cultivator still made her habitually want to refine the essence of the food in her abdomen.

However.

Just as she settled her mind and guided the warm current in her abdomen.

An anomaly suddenly occurred!

"Boom!"

That warm current, originally as docile as a lamb, instantly exploded like a lit gunpowder barrel the moment it touched her Meridians!

Yun Yuzhen's delicate body trembled violently, and she suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils filled with horror.

"This soup... is poisoned?!"

Did this Rebellious Disciple finally poison her?

No!

This feeling... is not poison!

The exploding hot current did not carry destructive, tyrannical Qi; instead, it contained a majestic power that was both supremely rigid and yang, yet full of vitality.

This power, like the rising sun, forcefully intruded into her body, which was filled with yin and cold Qi.

"This is... the Qi of Samadhi True Fire? And... top-grade blazing sun grass?!"

As an Alchemy Grandmaster, Yun Yuzhen instantly identified the source of this power based solely on the feedback from the Spiritual Qi within her body.

The Five Spirits Brocade Chicken was originally a great tonic born from absorbing the Five Elements Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, and Su Ye, when stewing the soup, had extravagantly used Samadhi True Fire as the heat source, and even added blazing sun grass, which could be activated by this fire, into the soup!

How was this just a bowl of chicken soup?

This was clearly a bowl of "Nine Revolutions Pure Yang Great Tonic" disguised as chicken soup!

"This Rebellious Disciple... is he crazy?!"

Yun Yuzhen was greatly alarmed.

She possessed the Taiyin Sacred Body, inherently supremely yin and cold. Such an extreme yang substance entering her body, under normal circumstances, would be like fire and water, causing her Meridians to rupture and kill her.

But now... that scorching hot current, like fiery dragons, frantically surged through her dry and cold Meridians.

Wherever it passed, the "Taiyin Cold Poison" that had accumulated in her body for hundreds of years, like a gangrene attached to the bone, actually emitted a "sizzling" sound of melting!

Pain!

It wasn't excruciating pain, but a tingling, burning sensation.

It was like frozen hands and feet suddenly being plunged into hot water.

"Ugh..."

Yun Yuzhen couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead.

Her fingertips, which had been bluish-purple from years of Cold Poison erosion, now visibly regained their rosy color.

The temperature inside Cold Jade Palace was extremely low.

But at this moment, Yun Yuzhen was emitting steaming heat, and white mist enveloped her, making her look like a Fairy from the clouds.

She could clearly feel that the Cold Poison that had plagued her for three hundred years was being forced back and disintegrated, bit by bit, by the power of this bowl of chicken soup!

Everyone in Taichu Holy Land knew that Yun Yuzhen, the Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak, had accumulated terrifying Cold Poison in her body due to Qi Deviation while Cultivating the Grand Yin True Scripture, and would suffer unbearable pain every full moon night.

This was also the reason Su Ye used this as an excuse to imprison her in Cold Jade Palace for "healing."

Although Su Ye's true purpose was to absorb her primordial yin with the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art for his Cultivation, at this moment... this bowl of soup was genuinely detoxifying her!

"How is this possible..."

A storm surged in Yun Yuzhen's heart.

She had sought out famous doctors for this Cold Poison, and even asked for help from Saint Old Ancestors in the Holy Land, but all were helpless.

The only solution was to neutralize it with an extreme yang substance.

But her Taiyin Sacred Body was too dominant; ordinary yang-attribute treasures simply couldn't integrate with it and would instead cause a Spiritual Qi riot.

Yet Su Ye's bowl of chicken soup... the Five Elements Spiritual Qi of the Five Spirits Brocade Chicken miraculously acted as a "harmonizer," perfectly softening the domineering Yang Qi of the Samadhi True Fire, allowing it to be absorbed by her body!

Was this a coincidence?

Or did that Rebellious Disciple... plan everything out from the start?

"Pfft––"

Just as Yun Yuzhen was lost in thought, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and a sweet taste in her throat.

A mouthful of black clotted blood violently splattered onto the pristine cold jade ground before her.

The clotted blood froze upon impact, instantly solidifying into a black ice lotus, exuding a chilling Qi that made one's heart palpitate.

With this mouthful of clotted blood expelled.

Yun Yuzhen felt light all over, as if a heavy burden of ten thousand catties had been lifted.

The long-standing oppressive feeling in her chest disappeared.

The bone-chilling cold that had haunted her marrow was also gone.

In its place was a warmth rising from the depths of her Dantian, like a trickling stream, nourishing her long-parched limbs and hundred bones.

The Cold Poison... dissipated?!

Completely dissipated?!

Yun Yuzhen stared blankly at the black ice lotus on the ground, completely stunned.

Three hundred years of torment.

Three hundred years of pain.

It was actually... resolved by that one bowl of chicken soup?

"This..."

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found her throat dry.

A very absurd feeling surged in her heart.

Did that Rebellious Disciple... really just want to humiliate her?

If it was just for humiliation, why go to such lengths to catch a Five Spirits Brocade Chicken? Why expend his Origin to stew soup with Samadhi True Fire? Why precisely control the amount of blazing sun grass?

That Su Ye, who was arrogant and spoke obscenities in front of her.

That Senior Brother, who was gentle as jade and meticulously considerate in front of his two Junior Sisters.

Which one, exactly, was the real him?

"No... that's not right!"

Yun Yuzhen shook her head violently, trying to crush that nascent feeling of gratitude in its cradle.

"This must be his scheme!"

"He cured my Cold Poison to... to make my primordial yin purer, so he can absorb more cultivation!"

"Yes, it must be!"

"This little bastard is utterly vicious; how could he be so kind!"

Although she said that to herself, finding excuses.

Yun Yuzhen's tightly furrowed brows unconsciously relaxed.

The feeling of lightness in her body couldn't be faked.

This sensation of being reborn even gave her an urge to cry.

She took a deep breath, and the lingering aroma of chicken soup in the air now smelled somewhat... sweet?

"Hmph, even if you cured this Seat's poison, don't expect this Seat to be grateful to you."

Yun Yuzhen snorted coldly, reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Her gaze fell on her lower abdomen.

That was the location of the Dantian Qi Sea.

And also where Su Ye planted the "Demonic Seed" Restriction.

With the Cold Poison resolved, her suppressed cultivation... a glint flashed in Yun Yuzhen's eyes, and her heart began to pound violently.

Since her imprisonment, her cultivation had been firmly sealed by that strange Demonic Technique Restriction; no matter how she tried to break through, it was like a mud ox entering the sea.

Coupled with the hindrance of the Cold Poison, she had completely degenerated into a Mortal.

But now, the biggest obstacle—the Cold Poison—had disappeared.

Moreover, the immense Spiritual Qi contained in that bowl of chicken soup was now without an outlet, accumulating in her Meridians.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"Su Ye, ah, Su Ye, you are too arrogant."

Yun Yuzhen's lips curved into a cold, alluring arc, and the majestic Aura belonging to the Peak Master of Purple Bamboo Peak was slowly returning.

"You think by curing my poison, you can control me better?"

"You probably forgot, this Seat is Tribulation Crossing Realm, Tenth Heaven!"

"Just give me a tiny crack, and I can pry open Mount Tai!"

She no longer hesitated, immediately sat cross-legged, forming an ancient and complex hand Seal.

Grand Yin True Scripture, circulate!

"Om––"

As her thoughts stirred, the originally calm Spiritual Qi within Cold Jade Palace suddenly trembled slightly.

Although very faint, there was indeed a reaction!

Yun Yuzhen was overjoyed.

She guided the pure yang hot current, formed from the chicken soup, through her Meridians, not directly impacting the Dantian Seal, but controlling them like flexible little snakes, bypassing the main channels and entering the tiny collateral Meridians.

This was an extremely risky move.

A slight mistake would result in the destruction of all her Meridians.

But Yun Yuzhen had no fear.

She had endured three hundred years of Cold Poison; what was this pain?

"Open... for this Seat!"

She let out a low roar in her heart.

Using the impact force of the pure yang hot current, those originally withered and blocked acupoints were forcefully opened one by one.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A continuous series of explosions seemed to resound within her body.

Each opening of an acupoint was accompanied by intense pain, but also brought a trace of long-lost Spiritual Qi.

On the night of Taichu Holy Land, starlight glittered.

Outside Cold Jade Palace, moonlight streamed like water.

And inside Cold Jade Palace, the woman who was once as frail as a Mortal was undergoing earth-shattering changes.

A faint silver glow began to emerge on her body surface.

Although still very weak and even intermittent, this was indeed the protective divine light of a Tribulation Transcendence Realm expert!

As more and more Meridians were unblocked.

Yun Yuzhen's Aura began to climb steadily.

Qi Refining... Foundation Establishment... although she only recovered to the lowest Realm, for her, who had been trapped for three hundred years, this was no different from being reborn.

More importantly, she discovered something that made her ecstatic.

The Demonic Seed Restriction left by Su Ye seemed insensitive to this "pure yang Spiritual Qi"!

That Demonic Technique leaned towards dark attributes, rigidly sealing the Taiyin Spiritual Qi of the same Origin, but it seemed to lose its judgment regarding this external, vibrant Yang Qi.

"Heaven helps me!"

Yun Yuzhen's eyes burst with brilliant light.

"Su Ye, you calculated everything, but you never expected that the chicken soup you personally brewed would become the key to breaking the situation, did you?"

She took a deep breath, not rushing to break the Seal in one go.

As a seasoned expert, she knew the principle that haste makes waste.

Moreover, Su Ye, that little fox, was inherently suspicious; if the commotion was too great and alerted him, all her efforts would be in vain.

She had to endure.

Like the ten-thousand-year Profound Ice beneath Cold Jade Palace, quietly lurking, waiting for the moment of eruption.

Yun Yuzhen slowly reined in her Qi, carefully concealing the trace of Spiritual Qi she had painstakingly recovered into an inconspicuous corner like the "Yongquan Acupoint."

She opened her eyes again, the excitement in them replaced by deep calculation.

By now, night was deep.

On the dome of Cold Jade Palace, the Luminous Pearls emitted a soft glow.

Yun Yuzhen looked at the light, but Su Ye's smirking face involuntarily appeared in her mind.

And that meaningful look in his eyes before he left.

"Tomorrow's soup... can you put less ginger?"

This sentence suddenly popped up again.

Yun Yuzhen's expression stiffened, and she fiercely pinched her thigh.

"Yun Yuzhen, wake up!"

"You should be thinking about how to kill him, not whether to put ginger in tomorrow's chicken soup!"

"However..."

She licked her lips, the warm feeling in her abdomen still present.

She had to admit.

In these three hundred years, this was the most comfortable night she had experienced.

No bone-gnawing pain from the Cold Poison, no torment of unbearable hunger.

Even... the usually eerie Cold Jade Palace seemed to have a touch more human warmth at this moment.

"Hmph."

"I'll let you, Rebellious Disciple, live a few more days for now."

"Once this Seat's cultivation is fully restored..."

Yun Yuzhen murmured softly, her gaze shifting to the ground not far away.

There, a spot was stained black by the clotted blood she had just spat out.

She frowned slightly, flicking her finger.

That trace of newly recovered faint Spiritual Qi shot out.

"Sizzle––"

A very thin Sword Qi of ice frost flashed.

That stain, along with the cold jade on the ground, was instantly shaved off a layer, turning into powder and dissipating into the air.

Destroying all traces.

She absolutely could not let that Rebellious Disciple discover that her Cold Poison had been resolved.

Having done all this, Yun Yuzhen let out a long breath.

She lay back on the cold jade bed, pulling over the Tiansilk Quilt—which Su Ye had also "forcibly" replaced for her not long ago.

The silk quilt was soft and warm, exuding a faint scent of sunshine.

It was the scent of Su Ye having sunned it.

Yun Yuzhen wrinkled her nose in slight distaste, wanting to kick it away, but her body honestly wrapped itself tighter in the quilt.

"So warm..."

She mumbled, her eyelids starting to droop.

For the first time in three hundred years, she felt sleepy.

Not from weakness or unconsciousness, but a genuine desire to have a good night's sleep.

Just before her consciousness drifted into slumber.

Yun Yuzhen's mind flashed with one last thought:

Since her cultivation had recovered, tomorrow... perhaps she could try to reverse-engineer that Rebellious Disciple's "Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art"?

Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

If she could find a flaw... Rebellious Disciple, just wait to beg your Revered Master for mercy!