Xiao Yi Xian froze for a moment, then instinctively took the three scrolls.
"What is this...?"
Xiao Yi Xian was stunned.
She widened her eyes and stared at Xiao Yan in disbelief, thinking she must have misheard him.
"You're... giving all of them to me?"
Her voice trembled.
"Brother Xiao Yan, these... these things are too precious. I can't accept them!"
She hurriedly shook her head and tried to push them back.
But Xiao Yan waved his hand and didn't take them.
"If I tell you to take them, then take them. Why all the fuss?"
His tone brooked no argument.
"These things aren't much use to me anymore. But you're different. Your cultivation is too low right now, and these things can help you grow stronger."
Xiao Yi Xian opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but her throat felt so dry that she couldn't get a single word out.
She looked at Xiao Yan's calm face, and an indescribable feeling welled up inside her.
There was gratitude, emotion, and even a hint of... a flutter she herself hadn't noticed.
Xiao Yi Xian bit her lip, then finally nodded.
She took a deep breath and looked at the first scroll.
"What is this...?"
She murmured to herself, her voice filled with disbelief.
"The Seven-Colored Poison Scripture... A poison... poison technique?"
Her brows furrowed slightly.
She wasn't exactly a paragon of virtue, but ever since childhood, she had hated poison more than anything. To her, poison was a sinister, despicable, underhanded method—a tool of demons and heretics.
All she wanted was to be a physician who healed the sick and saved lives, not someone who poisoned others.
"Brother Xiao Yan..."
Xiao Yi Xian turned to look at Xiao Yan, a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
"This... is too precious.