Wine is a poison that pierces the gut; lust, a blade that scrapes the bones.
There was a great deal of truth to this saying.
When Yang Chan rose to practice his Purple Qi Body Cultivation Skill, Xiaoyu'Er was still asleep, her face pale. Having received Yang Chan's generous 'repayment,' she was utterly drained of strength.
The Bone-Scraping Saber had stripped her of her energy and drive. She was still slumbering languidly, with no intention of getting up.
Yang Chan wasn't surprised. After absorbing a mouthful of Purple Qi, he continued with his planned upgrades. If he ever had an extra point to spare, he would allocate it to his Tai Chi Health Cultivation Skill. This allowed his energy to recover swiftly, leaving him brimming with vitality.
An ordinary person like Xiaoyu'Er was as fragile as paper before Yang Chan; they were not on the same level at all.
