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Behind Xiao Yi's chance to stand alone on the Gaoying Tournament field was a flash of inspiration from Xixi.
Wasn't Chen Xiaojun keeping Xiao Yi out of the competition because he worried about her injuries?
Those wounds ran too deep.
Hadn't Xiao Yi given her a bottle of Life Spirit Milk two days earlier? Xixi remembered it vividly.
Xiao Yi had some herself, too.
"Xiao Yi, this-"
Xixi raised the little bottle and carefully tilted its still pool of Life Spirit Milk against the light. "If you drink it... will you recover faster?"
Producing a single drop of Life Spirit Milk required a vast quantity of Water of Life to condense in the Sacred Land for more than half a year.
It was the Azure Vine Clan's treasured last resort in wartime-a means of instantly replenishing soul power and healing mortal wounds.
The milky liquid slid down her throat, gentle as a hot spring. In the next instant, however, it erupted, sending boundless life energy surging through every limb and bone.
She instinctively circulated her cultivation arts: the Big Dipper Art converted soul power efficiently, like precision gears, while her minor life saint body greedily absorbed and released energy. The verses of the Nine Yin Manual's Healing Chapter raced into motion on their own, faint icy-blue light flowing through her meridians and stitching them together.
In less than half an incense stick's time, at least half her injuries had healed.
Much of her soul power had recovered as well.
Fighting was no longer an empty notion.
Chen Xiaojun silently watched her breathing steady again, watched a glimmer of calm radiance return to her dim eyes.
He could not deny that this supreme treasure distilled by the