He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Xiao Xuan walked to the stone platform at the entrance of the cave and took out 27 bottles of Soul-Replenishing Liquid from his spatial storage.

He turned to Yue, Yuan Song, Ma Tianjiao, and Wang Wen, who were staring at him expectantly, and said, "Each of you take 1/4 of the dose. You can feed them the medicine."

Yue said excitedly, "Thank you, Lord Beast God."

Xiao Xuan said expressionlessly, "I am not the Beast God."

"Just call me Xiao Xuan."

Yue: "Yes, sir."

Xiao Xuan: "..."

How stubborn!

Is the illusionary realm so influential on a cultivator's consciousness?

"Forget it, he has already clarified it repeatedly. As for what they will think after they regain their memories, he can't control that."

Xiao Xuan thought to himself.

After receiving the potion, Yue ran towards Qingyue.

Yuan Song held the medicine in his hand and examined it carefully.

The smell emanating from the medicine always gave him a sense of profound familiarity.

It was as if he had come into contact with the medicine countless times before.

However, he had no related memories at all.

To be precise, his memories of a year ago are all vague.

All he knew was that he was a homeless female.

"He shouldn't be this weak." This thought crossed my mind again.

Ma Tianjiao's spoiled voice rang out, "Yuan Song, what are you daydreaming about again?"

"Get to work quickly."

"These eight are your tasks."

Yuan Song frowned subconsciously, his mind returning to a hazy state.

He reached out and picked up the potion from the stone platform, then walked over to the females who hadn't taken it.

Ma Tianjiao's complaining continued, "Hmph, trying to slack off? No way!"

Wang Wen subconsciously chimed in, "Young Master is right."

Xiao Xuan's gaze lingered on Wang Wen for a moment, but he did not detect any signs that Wang Wen's soul was about to awaken.

Suddenly I couldn't laugh or cry.

He figured it out: Ma Tianjiao and Wang Wen definitely knew each other outside the illusion, and their relationship was somewhat like that of master and servant.

Even after being trapped in the illusion, he still instinctively resorted to flattery and such. Xiao Xuan was truly impressed.

His gaze swept over Yuan Song and Yue.

"These two are outside the illusion; they must be alchemists."

"Although they had lost their memories, the two of them still gave the medicine to the cultivators who had lost more soul power first."

"This is an instinct that comes from the depths of the soul, and it is also the intuition that belongs only to doctors."

Xiao Xuan analyzed silently.

A cool, soft touch came from my wrist.

Xiao Xuan lowered his head and met Yan Jiayu's light golden vertical pupils, and he could see the grievance in its small eyes.

As for why it felt wronged, it's obvious without even thinking that it was accusing itself of neglecting it.

Xiao Xuan, both amused and exasperated, reached out his fingertip and gently tapped Yan Jiayu's tiny head, no bigger than a thumbtip, and soothed him, "Good boy."

A sense of pure joy filled Xiao Xuan's heart, and he gently touched the little creature with its head held high, wrapped around his wrist.

Since signing the Pact of Unity with Yan Jiayu, Xiao Xuan has rarely been able to discern Yan Jiayu's emotions.

This is the first time we've opened our hearts to each other and shared our feelings like this.

Yan Jiayu slipped into Xiao Xuan's sleeve along his wrist.

Sensing his thoughts, Xiao Xuan reached out and took Yan Jiayu off his arm, placing him in his bosom.

Having achieved her goal, Yan Jiayu stopped making a fuss and nestled in Xiao Xuan's arms to fall asleep.

About half an hour later, the unconscious cultivators in the cave gradually woke up.