Xiao Yan knelt by a stream in the heart of the forest, his robes brushing against the soft moss as he examined a cluster of vibrant blue flowers. Their petals glimmered faintly under the sunlight, and the air around them carried a subtle, energizing aroma.
"This is fascinating," Xiao Yan murmured, carefully plucking a flower and holding it up to the light. "The qi within these petals is... unique. Faint, but refined."
Xiaojin perched on a low branch above him, chirping curiously as it craned its neck to see what Xiao Yan was holding. Xiaolong, ever the curious one, slithered closer, his whiskers twitching as he sniffed the flower.
"Careful, Xiaolong," Xiao Yan said, shifting the flower away. "This isn't food."
Xiaolong huffed indignantly, his golden eyes narrowing as if to say, Everything is food if you try hard enough.
Xiao Gui, meanwhile, was waddling in circles at the water's edge, snapping at small fish darting beneath the surface. Xiao Yan shook his head fondly at their antics before pulling out a small notebook.
He began sketching the flower, noting its distinct characteristics and the faint qi signature it emitted. "This island is a treasure trove," he said aloud. "If these herbs can be refined, they might prove useful in alchemy—or even medicine."
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The afternoon was spent combing through the forest, Xiao Yan cataloging various plants, roots, and fungi while his companions provided both entertainment and occasional assistance.
At one point, Xiaojin discovered a bush laden with bright red berries. The phoenix chirped excitedly, grabbing one in its beak and fluttering over to Xiao Yan.
"These berries are saturated with natural qi," Xiao Yan observed, accepting the offering. He carefully sliced the berry open with a small knife, revealing a vibrant core. "Not bad, Xiaojin. You're more useful than I thought."
Xiaojin puffed up proudly, flapping its wings as if to say, Of course I am.
Xiaolong, not wanting to be outdone, reared up and began sniffing the air. His serpentine body weaved through the trees with surprising agility before he stopped suddenly, his tail wagging like an excited dog.
"Did you find something?" Xiao Yan asked, following the dragon.
Xiaolong hissed softly, motioning toward a cluster of tall, spindly plants with faintly glowing leaves. Xiao Yan's eyes widened as he approached, recognizing the plants immediately.
"These are spirit reeds," he said, crouching down. "They're excellent for refining qi-enhancing elixirs. How could they grow in a place like this?"
The question lingered in the air as Xiao Yan carefully harvested the reeds, tucking them into a satchel.
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As evening approached, Xiao Yan made his way back to the dojo's clearing. His satchel was now filled with an assortment of herbs and plants, each brimming with potential.
He sat at the edge of the clearing, laying out the day's finds on a flat rock. Xiaojin perched beside him, chirping softly as it watched, while Xiaolong coiled nearby, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.
"These herbs are extraordinary," Xiao Yan murmured, examining a bundle of thin, silver-veined leaves. "The qi in this world is scarce, but the plants here have adapted remarkably well. With the right techniques, I could refine them into potent elixirs."
Xiao Gui climbed onto the rock, sniffing at a cluster of bright yellow flowers. Xiao Yan gently shooed the turtle away. "No eating the ingredients, Xiao Gui. These are for alchemy, not snacks."
The turtle let out a disappointed squeak before retreating to Xiao Yan's lap.
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Later that night, Xiao Yan sat cross-legged in the center of the clearing, a small fire crackling in front of him. He had set up a simple alchemical apparatus using materials scavenged from the island—a makeshift furnace crafted from stone and clay, heated by Xiaojin's carefully controlled flames.
"Not perfect," Xiao Yan muttered, adjusting the placement of a small pot atop the furnace, "but it will do for now."
He began the process of refining a basic qi-replenishing elixir, crushing herbs with a mortar and pestle before adding them to the pot. The mixture bubbled softly, its color shifting from green to gold as Xiao Yan infused it with his qi.
Xiaolong watched intently, his head resting on his coiled body, while Xiaojin and Xiao Gui dozed nearby. The scene was peaceful, the soft glow of the fire casting long shadows across the clearing.
Finally, the mixture settled, its color stabilizing into a rich amber hue. Xiao Yan carefully poured the elixir into a small vial, holding it up to the light.
"Not bad," he said, a faint smile on his lips. "This will be useful if we ever need to replenish our energy in a hurry."
He set the vial aside, gazing at the stars above. The night was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the island's energy.
"This place is full of surprises," Xiao Yan murmured, his voice carrying a note of wonder. "And I've barely scratched the surface."