Soul-Refining Pills Refined in Ruoruo's Arms

In his slumber, Xiao Yan felt as though he were lying within a fluffy cake, his weary body and mind greatly soothed.

Soft, and fragrant too.

Just like a girl's embrace.

Ever since arriving in this world, Xiao Yan, who had lost his mother at a young age, had scarcely experienced such a feeling again. The only girl who had once held him in her arms had long since left him, with no word of her whereabouts even now.

Hun Ruoruo did not know that when she had sealed her feelings within Xiao Yan's heart, she had also engraved some of her own memories into his mind.

The helplessness she had endured in the lightless Soul Realm, the secret delight she had inadvertently revealed while accompanying him, and the loneliness of her resolute departure amid a rain of blood—all of it reappeared before Xiao Yan's eyes as if he had lived through it himself.

He hated it, and he was unwilling to accept it.

He hated that he had realized it too late, and he refused to simply watch her return to her clan.

He swore in his heart that even if he had to forsake everything, he would reclaim the girl he had once lost.

Those emotions were so intense that they formed an invisible obsession. Other than cultivation, Xiao Yan no longer had the heart to concern himself with anything else. Even his alchemy, which he had not practiced for a long time, had been cast aside.

Fortunately, with Old Man Yao's help and the trials he had undergone upon returning to the path of cultivation, Xiao Yan had long since learned to control himself freely. He was no longer affected by the conflicting emotions in his heart. Instead, he had shouldered the burden of the feelings Hun