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That Xiao Yi could stand on the stage of the Gao Ying Competition by herself came from a sudden flash of inspiration from Xi Xi.
Wasn't Chen Xiaojun worried about Xiao Yi's injuries, refusing to let her compete?
Those injuries were too deep.
Hadn't Xiao Yi given her a bottle of Life Spiritual Milk two days ago? That memory was too vivid for her.
Xiao Yi had some herself too.
"Xiao Yi, this—"
Xi Xi raised the bottle and carefully tilted the little vial of still Life Spiritual Milk toward the light. "If you drink it... will it help you recover faster?"
Life Spiritual Milk required an immense amount of Life Water, condensing in the Holy Land for more than half a year before a single drop could be extracted.
It was originally the Green Vine Clan's last-resort wartime treasure—instantly replenishing Soul Power and healing near-fatal wounds.
The milky liquid slid down her throat, gentle as a hot spring, but in the next second, it erupted. Vast life energy instantly washed through every limb and bone.
She instinctively circulated her techniques: the Big Dipper Grand Technique converted Soul Power with the efficiency of precise gears, the Little Life Saint Physique greedily inhaled and exhaled, and the Healing Chapter of the Nine Yin Manual even began spinning on its own. Faint ice-blue glimmers flowed through the meridians around her body, stitching them together.
In less than half an incense stick's time, her injuries had recovered by at least half.
Her Soul Power had also recovered quite a bit.
Taking action was no longer empty talk.
Chen Xiaojun silently watched her breathing become steady again, watched a trace of calm divine light return to those dim eyes.
He could not deny