A Waterborne Wonderland

As dawn broke after a night of contemplation, Yang Fan sensed that he was on the brink of reaching his destination: the illustrious Xiu Yu Pavilion. With this thought, he ceased his meditation, opened his eyes, and unfurled his consciousness, enveloping a radius of one mile around the **Tian Xing Zhou**. No one aboard could perceive his probing.

The **Xian Hong Jue**, a technique he excelled in, was renowned for its capabilities in restoration, healing, and concealment. Even with a cultivator at the initial stage of the **Nourishing Spirit** realm present aboard, it would be nearly impossible to detect Yang Fan's awareness.

Last night, he had immersed himself in his studies, deeply comprehending the **Returning Spirit Technique** and subsequently practicing another spell from the **Sacred Healing Scroll**—the **Detoxification Spell**. Having reached the **Nourishing Spirit** late stage, Yang Fan could now cultivate many spells within the **Sacred Healing Scroll**, with **Detoxification** being merely one among them.

As its name suggests, the **Detoxification Spell** is designed to expel toxins. The term "toxins" here refers to the horrifying poisons found in the realm of cultivation, which far surpasses the venoms of the mundane world.

In the world of cultivation, there exist two primary types of practitioners adept in the art of poisons. The first are pharmacists, skilled in the creation and application of toxins; their expertise can be both profound and unfathomable. Some pharmacists who veer towards the darker path have even ascended to become masters of poison, capable of both saving lives and extinguishing them in the blink of an eye. The second type consists of cultivators from the demonic path, who specialize in venomous techniques, their methods both bizarre and tyrannical, with their very lifeforce containing toxins that make them fearsome adversaries.

As a pharmacist himself, Yang Fan understood the necessity of mastering detoxification techniques to safeguard against potential perils. He was well aware that a pharmacist could not only expel toxins but also wield them, a fact not lost on him. However, he discovered that the **Sacred Healing Scroll** lacked any offensive spells related to poisons. While poison techniques did exist, they were confined to the **Unorthodox Methods Scroll**.

Thus, he arrived at a conclusion: the **Sacred Healing Scroll** contained no offensive spells whatsoever. All offensive techniques and domineering powers resided within the **Unorthodox Methods Scroll**. Among them was a formidable poison technique known as **Desolation Across a Thousand Miles**.

**Desolation Across a Thousand Miles** is a technique that can leave a thousand-mile radius littered with corpses, devoid of life, and stripped of vitality. Upon hearing this name and its description, one could grasp the sheer terror it invoked. Yet, such a potent spell was nestled within the **Unorthodox Methods Scroll**, demanding extensive time to master, making swift success improbable. This left Yang Fan feeling rather frustrated. As a pharmacist, he needed some means of defense.

"Alas... Once my clinic is established, I shall undoubtedly find ample time to delve into the powerful techniques and spells contained within the **Unorthodox Methods Scroll**," he mused to himself.

Realizing that the **Tian Xing Zhou** would soon arrive at Xiu Yu Pavilion, Yang Fan decided to enter the **Xian Hong Space**.

In the **Xian Hong Space**, he stood upon vibrant green soil, the life mist within him extending like roots deep into the earth. In an instant, he felt his essence intertwining with the verdant ground, his mind melding with it. Before his eyes, the green earth began to expand at a visible pace. Moments later, it had broadened to a radius of ten feet, several times its original size.

With the expansion of this green earth, Yang Fan felt that his personal domain within the **Xian Hong Space** had grown significantly. Currently, as a **Qi Refinement** stage cultivator corresponding to **Xian Hong Level 1**, he possessed a green earth extending to a radius of ten feet, with time within this space accelerating fourfold. 

It was evident that the area of the green earth was linked to Yang Fan's cultivation level. At present, he was at the **Qi Refinement** stage, corresponding to **Xian Hong Level 1**, with certain privileges. The **Xian Hong Ring** he possessed was a treasure of indeterminate rank, uniquely capable of connecting the **Xian Hong Space** with the material world, the only one of its kind, with its other functions remaining a mystery.

Thanks to the existence of the **Xian Hong Ring**, Yang Fan became the only non-native pioneer within the **Xian Hong Space**. His gaze settled upon a flourishing five-hundred-year-old white jade ginseng. He knelt down to harvest it.

"As I journey to the **Xiu Yu Pavilion**, not only do I wish to procure a plethora of medicinal herbs, but I also intend to acquire seeds for spiritual plants and exotic flowers to cultivate on this green earth in the future…" Yang Fan contemplated.

However, he recognized that his stock of spirit stones was limited, totaling only three hundred, the result of a recent encounter in the wilderness. The five-hundred-year-old white jade ginseng, he estimated, could fetch several hundred spirit stones on its own.

With a thought, the white jade ginseng materialized in the physical realm, resting in his hands. Yang Fan carefully examined the process, realizing that his ability to extract items from the **Xian Hong Space** was facilitated by the bridging function of the **Xian Hong Ring**, connecting the two realms. From this perspective, the **Xian Hong Ring** resembled the fabled space rings of legend, except that unlike a typical space ring, which would shatter its contents into chaos if broken, the **Xian Hong Ring** posed no such risk.

After securely packaging the white jade ginseng in a special wooden box sealed with a barrier, he placed it back into his storage pouch. After resting for a short while, the sky brightened as the night receded.

Stepping onto the deck, Yang Fan inhaled the fresh air, invigorated and refreshed. He instinctively entered **All-Knowing Mode**, gaining insight into everything within a two-hundred-foot radius. 

At that moment, he sensed someone approaching from behind. Turning, he saw a striking young woman in a light red long dress, who smiled and asked, "Miss Li, the **Xiu Yu Pavilion** is about to arrive, and we must soon bid farewell."

Li Yue Shuang had taken the time to adorn herself and had come specifically to find Yang Fan. Gazing at the handsome figure before her, a sense of illusion washed over her: his tall, elegant frame stood in the delicate morning mist of the bamboo grove, dew falling like rain, the dawn light casting a gentle glow—so familiar, yet seemingly unattainable.

Yang Fan noticed the flicker of confusion in her eyes and promptly withdrew from **All-Knowing Mode**. Li Yue Shuang, snapping out of her daze, realized she had been staring and hurriedly composed herself, a blush blooming on her porcelain face, enhancing her beauty, akin to a tipsy maiden.

"Master Yang, you're leaving so soon... Will you return in the future?" she asked, a hint of sadness gracing her features, though her demeanor was far from the usual coldness she exhibited.

"Perhaps our paths will cross again," he offered ambiguously.

"Perhaps our paths will cross again…" A glimmer of hope and joy flickered across Li Yue Shuang's face.

The two stood aboard the **Tian Xing Zhou**, enveloped in a silence that spoke volumes as they admired the breathtaking scenery of the **Qing Jiang River** under the dawn light. The clouds above glowed faintly red, the distant mountains loomed with ethereal depth, and the river wound gracefully, stretching endlessly.

In truth, Yang Fan understood Li Yue Shuang's sentiments; he bore no ill feelings toward her, but he felt no romantic inclination either. He simply regarded her as a beautiful cultivator, a patient in need of assistance. Beyond that, there were no other emotional undertones.

His mind settled like still water; he knew that due to his unique aura, he would likely encounter many such situations in the future.

Before long, the **Tian Xing Zhou** began to bustle with activity as many cultivators emerged onto the deck to engage in conversation, all aware that their destination was drawing near.

After some time, the view ahead suddenly widened, the river expanding as the mountains on either side gracefully receded.

"We've arrived! The **Xiu Yu Pavilion** has arrived!" someone shouted.

Yang Fan smiled faintly; with his consciousness at the late stage of **Nourishing Spirit**, his eyes possessed a certain capability to discern illusions. Even without employing the **Spirit Eye Technique**, he could vaguely see a hazy ethereal paradise on the horizon.

Amidst the mist, shimmering palaces and jade towers could be discerned, pavilions and towers intricately designed, figures flitting about, while streaks of brilliant light shot through the sky—undoubtedly the manifestation of cultivators soaring on their swords.

This was the **Xiu Yu Pavilion**, a celestial realm nestled within the treacherous **Qing Jiang River**. It resided within a natural basin of immense proportions, forming a vast lake that spanned ten miles, surrounded by lush mountains, the air filled with the songs of birds and the fragrance of flowers—a place exquisitely beautiful and serene.

Yang Fan gazed at this wondrous waterborne paradise, his expression revealing a complex tapestry of thoughts.