I'll be beaten to death by my mother.

Lan Zhi immediately realized that this was an extremely rare or even esoteric method, and perhaps it had even been lost. She didn't want to give up and asked, "Do you know where I can find rare materials?" Chang Lize immediately puffed out his chest with pride: "Needless to say, of course it's the Wende Hall in our Star Academy." Afraid that Lan Zhi wouldn't believe him, he added an explanation: "Although our Star Academy hasn't been very famous in recent years, its heritage is definitely not comparable to that of other Star Academies. Look, even a powerhouse like the Dual Venerables of Alchemy and Medicine has to come here to borrow books." Lan Zhi exclaimed in surprise: "Can I enter?" Chang Lize said righteously: "Of course outsiders can't enter casually." But then Chang Lize lowered his voice, "I'll figure out a way to get you in." Lan Zhi suddenly stood up: "Why not go now?" Chang Lize gave her a sidelong glance: "You can only go after the divine soul nourishment is over. Otherwise, I'll be beaten to death by my mother before we even reach the Wende Hall." Lan Zhi had no choice but to suppress her impulse and obediently nourish her divine soul. Nourishing the divine soul involved drinking medicinal liquid and taking medicinal baths. After taking the medicinal bath on the first day, Lan Zhi found that her body's absorption ability of the medicinal liquid was much stronger than their estimation and was far from reaching saturation. On the second day, she decisively added one more portion of medicinal herbs, and after the bath, it still wasn't saturated. On the third day, she directly used three portions at once, which made Chang Lize gasp: "Doesn't it hurt?" Lan Zhi had been in pain for nearly three months due to the soul injury and was already immune to the little pain of the medicinal bath and didn't feel much. Hearing this, she was a bit surprised: "Does it hurt?" Chang Lize looked her up and down. He always felt that there was a quality in her that remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of her. She could handle anything calmly, even during the soul sewing, she didn't lose her composure. Thinking of this matter, Chang Lize cupped his face in his hands and looked at her intently: "I've always wanted to ask you, how on earth did you endure the pain of soul sewing?" Lan Zhi didn't want to recall the pain of soul sewing at all: "Don't mention it. Just the mention of it makes me feel pain all over." After using three portions of medicinal herbs for only two days, Lan Zhi's divine soul was completely healed. Early in the morning, she jumped out of the bath barrel after the bath, got dressed as quickly as possible, and then rushed to find Chang Lize excitedly: "My soul injury is healed. I can go out. Let's go to the Wende Hall now, okay?" During these days, Chang Lize had temporarily moved to the room next to hers to keep an eye on her. At this moment, he had just woken up and opened the door to see her with disheveled hair standing there. He was startled: "Is it necessary?"