Battle Through the Heavens: Marry Cao Ying, Reward is Devouring Ancestral Symbol

Chapter 344 Surely you wouldn’t say you’re thinking about your husband, would you?The top floor of the Pill Tower’s Library Pavilion.

The setting sun shone obliquely through the window lattices, spreading a warm orange-red hue across the bookshelves and the floor.

Tiny dust motes floated in the light; it was so quiet that one could almost hear their own heartbeat.

Xuan Yi sat on a bench by the window, holding a volume of ancient records in her hands.

She had been flipping through that book for half an hour, yet she hadn’t even finished a single page.

Her fingers rested on the edge of the page, motionless for a long time; her gaze fell upon the yellowed paper, but she wasn’t taking anything in.

Birds flew past outside the window, their fluttering sounds exceptionally clear in the quiet Library Pavilion.

She subconsciously raised her head, her gaze following the bird for a moment before withdrawing.

She recognized the line of text on the page; it was an old note regarding the control of the heat for an Eighth Grade Pill.

She had memorized it by heart when she was young, but looking at it now, she felt that although she knew every word, they no longer made sense when put together.

Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the page, the faint rustling sound nearly inaudible in the empty pavilion.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the stairs.

The footsteps were light and frantic; one could tell at a listen that the person coming had something on their mind.

”Aunt Xuan!”

Dan Chen poked her head out from the top of the stairs, her small face still bearing traces of having cried, her eyes slightly red, and the tip of her nose flushed as well.

Seeing Xuan Yi sitting by the window, she clearly breathed a sigh of relief and walked over quickly.

”Aunt Xuan, are you alright?” She ran to the bench and looked Xuan Yi up and down, her gaze circling her face and body several times as if to confirm something. ”I heard you were injured, it scared me to death...”

Xuan Yi put down the ancient records and reached out to take Dan Chen’s hand, letting her sit beside her.

”I’m fine.” She smiled, her voice gentle. ”See? Am I not perfectly fine?”

Dan Chen was pulled down to sit, but her gaze still lingered on Xuan Yi’s face. After watching for a moment, she suddenly pouted, and her eyes reddened again.

”It’s all my fault...”

Her voice was muffled and nasal as her fingers twisted her hem: ”If I hadn’t run to tell Brother Shen Wen that you were in danger, he wouldn’t have gone... and you wouldn’t have...”

”Silly girl.” Xuan Yi interrupted her, reaching out to rub her head. ”What does this have to do with you?”

If the Hun Clan wanted to set a trap, they would have found another way even if you hadn’t sent the message.”

Dan Chen shook her head, tears falling again: ”But... but that intelligence came from our family... if it weren’t for that villain Dan Yun...”

When she mentioned Dan Yun’s name, her tone carried both hatred and grievance.

He was an Elder of the Dan Family, someone she had called Third Grandpa since she was a child; who could have imagined he would be a mole for the Hun Clan?

Xuan Yi took a handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped away her tears.

”Don’t cry,” she said softly. ”Isn’t your Brother Shen Wen perfectly fine? I am fine too.”

”This matter is already in the past; don’t take the responsibility upon yourself anymore.”

Dan Chen took the handkerchief, haphazardly wiped her face, sniffed, and tried to calm herself down.

A moment later.

She raised her head and forced a smile: ”Aunt Xuan, will you teach me Alchemy?”

I’ve been refining the Seventh Grade mysterious origin pill lately, and something always goes wrong at the final step.”

Xuan Yi nodded: ”What part of the heat control is causing the problem?”

Dan Chen began to speak seriously, detailing the timing of adding medicinal ingredients into the cauldron, the temperature of the flames, and the sequence of the medicinal power’s Fusion—explaining every detail meticulously.

Xuan Yi listened, occasionally offering pointers.

She had been immersed in those key points of Alchemy for nearly a hundred years; what she said offhandedly was the result of vast experience.

Dan Chen listened intently, nodding from time to time and occasionally asking follow-up questions.

As they went back and forth with questions and answers, the Library Pavilion gradually gained some Life Qi.

But as they spoke, Dan Chen’s voice slowed down.