Confession

The atmosphere by the window remained intimate. Xiao Yi Xian was enclosed in Mo Lin's embrace, her cheeks flushed crimson and her heart pounding like a drum.

She thought something would happen next and waited nervously and shyly.

However, Mo Lin released his arms and led her to sit beside the table.

The teasing look on his face faded, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and an almost domineering frankness.

His gaze burned as he looked straight at Xiao Yi Xian, as though he wanted to see into the depths of her soul.

"Xiao Yi Xian," he said in a low, clear voice carrying unquestionable force, "there are some things I must tell you plainly before we go any further."

Xiao Yi Xian's heart tightened. Sensing that what he was about to say was no small matter, she unconsciously sat up straighter and listened carefully.

Mo Lin did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "In this life, I, Mo Lin, have two greatest wishes."

He raised two fingers. "First, to stand at the pinnacle of this Dou Qi Continent and become the legendary—Dou Di!"

The words "Dou Di" exploded beside Xiao Yi Xian's ears like thunder!

Her beautiful eyes widened instantly, filled with incredulous shock!

Dou Di? What kind of distant existence was that? In the Jia Ma Empire, a Dou Emperor was already like a god, while a Dou Zong was nothing more than legend. As for a Dou Di... that realm existed only in ancient records and myths!

Countless peerless geniuses could not even touch the threshold of Dou Emperor throughout their entire lives, yet he... actually took Dou Di as his goal?

How arrogant was that, and yet how... magnificent!

Seeing Xiao Yi Xian's shocked expression, Mo Lin's lips curved into a proud smile as he continued, "Second,"

He paused, his gaze blazing. "On this road to becoming an emperor, I will gather beauties from across the world and establish my own... harem!"

He spoke the word "harem" just as frankly, even with an air of inevitability, as though he were merely stating an established fact.

Xiao Yi Xian was completely stunned. Her red lips parted slightly, and her mind went blank.

Dou Di? A harem? The impact of those two words combined far exceeded anything she had imagined.

She had never expected his ambitions and desires to be so grand, so direct!

Mo Lin was not surprised by her reaction. He smiled faintly and added, "Perhaps you think it arrogant, but this is my Dao. And the foundation that supports me on this path is the cultivation technique I practice."

The Dou Qi within him circulated faintly, and an aura of extreme yin and coldness, yet faintly containing a strange vitality, seeped out. "This technique is called the Yin Yang Feather Transformation Art. It is a supreme art that points directly toward the great path of Dou Di. Its core lies in comprehending the ultimate principle of yin and yang joining as one, giving birth to all things.

The love between man and woman is the most primordial and direct path of yin and yang. Only by gathering the Primal Yin Energy of different women and harmonizing yin and yang can I rapidly break through bottlenecks and condense Emperor's Origin Power!"

He had perfectly fused the "requirements" of his technique with his own "wishes." Though it sounded shocking, it vaguely conformed to a powerful logic of cultivation, making it difficult to refute him simply by calling him lustful.

Mo Lin looked calmly at Xiao Yi Xian, his tone sincere. "I admire your kindness, your resilience, and your uniqueness.

You, Xiao Yi Xian, are one of the women I have chosen as qualified to accompany me to the pinnacle.

But my path is destined to be this way. I will not, and cannot, stop for you alone. Now, I leave the choice to you."

He leaned forward slightly, his powerful presence enveloping Xiao Yi Xian. "Will you accept my Dao and become one of my women, perhaps sharing in that supreme glory in the future and witnessing the birth of a Dou Di? Or will you refuse, and we will forget each other from this day onward? You can continue as a physician of Myriad Medicine Hall, while I walk my solitary path."

The room fell into deathly silence.

Xiao Yi Xian's heart pounded violently, as though it might break free of her chest.

She looked into Mo Lin's deep, resolute eyes. There was no deception, no concealment—only naked ambition and an open choice.

She had no doubt that if she refused, this man would turn and leave without hesitation. He would never pester her.

Refuse? Return to a peaceful but inevitably ordinary life?

But when she thought of losing this mysterious, powerful, charming youth forever—this youth whose slightly "bad" nature made her heart flutter—her heart ached sharply.

And besides, Dou Di... a harem... Though it sounded absurd, coming from his mouth, it carried a heart-stirring allure.

It was a vast and magnificent world she had never imagined.

Accept? That would mean sharing her lover, facing the criticism of the world, and stepping onto a path full of unknowns and challenges.

Yet it would also mean following a man who might create miracles, seeing a wider world, and perhaps... truly touching that legendary realm.

Time passed bit by bit as Xiao Yi Xian underwent an unprecedented inner struggle.

At last, she drew a deep breath, as though gathering all the strength in her body. She lifted her head and bravely met Mo Lin's gaze.

Her cheeks remained flushed, but her eyes became exceptionally resolute.

"I... I choose to believe in you." Her voice trembled slightly, yet it was clear and firm. "Your path is overbearing, but also... alluring.

If this is your Dao, if this is the real you, then I... I am willing to walk it with you. Even if... I am only one of them."

She voiced her choice. It was not blind acceptance, but a wager-like devotion to the strong, the unknown, and the person before her after careful consideration.

A satisfied glint flashed through Mo Lin's eyes. He reached out and gently took Xiao Yi Xian's slightly cold hand, sending a warm force into it.

"Very good. From this day onward, you are a woman recognized by me, Mo Lin." His words carried the weight of a promise.

With their relationship confirmed, Xiao Yi Xian's heart fluttered wildly. She thought what came next would be intimacy between a man and a woman.

However, Mo Lin suddenly changed the subject again.

"Since you are already mine, some preparations need to be made in advance." He released her hand, and his expression regained some of its calmness. "I will remain in Qingshan Town for the next seven days, but I need your help with something."

"What kind of help?" Xiao Yi Xian suppressed the tenderness in her heart and asked curiously.

"Teach me medical theory, especially healing techniques." Mo Lin spoke seriously, with a trace of hidden meaning in his eyes. "Your medical skills are unmatched in Qingshan Town, especially when it comes to treating internal and external injuries.

I need to master this knowledge as quickly as possible, especially emergency treatment for injuries caused by Dou Qi, damaged meridians, and poisoning."

Xiao Yi Xian froze slightly.

At a time like this, he was thinking not of tenderness, but of learning healing arts?

Once again, he had exceeded her expectations. But she quickly remembered that the path of cultivation was fraught with danger, and mastering superb healing methods was indeed crucial. Her heart stirred. Could it be...

"Are you going to treat someone?" Xiao Yi Xian asked sharply, with a faint trace of probing in her voice.

Mo Lin glanced at her but did not answer directly. He merely said lightly, "It never hurts to be prepared. On this Dou Qi Continent, having one more life-saving skill can never be a bad thing. Perhaps it will be useful before long."

He did not mention Yun Yun, but his purpose in learning healing arts was already clear.

This was both to deal with future events and, perhaps, a way of reassuring Xiao Yi Xian—he was not someone who only knew how to take. He also valued "logistics" and "security."

Xiao Yi Xian understood. Since she had chosen to follow him, helping him improve in every aspect—especially in a skill that could save lives—was vital to herself, to him, and even to the stability of the "harem" he spoke of.

"Alright! I will teach you everything I know!" Xiao Yi Xian promised solemnly, her eyes shining with determination. "I will teach you everything I know about treating wounds, refining medicinal pills, using needles to stimulate meridians, and neutralizing common poisons!"

Thus, over the next seven days, Mo Lin truly seemed to become a humble apprentice of the healing arts.

Every day, he arrived at Xiao Yi Xian's pharmacy on time, identifying medicinal herbs with healing properties and learning how to clean and stitch wounds, how to use Dou Qi to aid the dissolution of medicine, how to identify different toxic injuries, and how to prepare the corresponding antidotes.

He learned at an astonishing speed. Especially in the application of Dou Qi to healing, he grasped concepts immediately and could draw inferences from a single example. Even Xiao Yi Xian, his "teacher," was amazed, and she even felt his talent in this area was more terrifying than his talent for battle.

One taught while the other learned, and the atmosphere between them was quite harmonious.

For the time being, Xiao Yi Xian also cast aside her distracting thoughts and taught him everything she had learned in her life.

Yet whenever night fell and all was quiet, when she lay alone in bed, she could not help but let her thoughts wander.

This guy had clearly said he wanted to establish a harem, yet after confirming their relationship, he remained perfectly proper. At most, he occasionally made small intimate gestures, but he showed no further intentions.

What exactly was he thinking? Didn't cultivating that kind of technique require... practice?

She pouted and muttered softly into the air, "What a strange guy... saying the most 'wicked' things while doing the most 'proper' things... you big bad guy! I wonder which 'fated person' you're going to treat..."

The seven-day period passed in the blink of an eye.

That morning, Mo Lin packed his belongings into his storage ring. It was stuffed with all kinds of healing pills and medicinal herbs Xiao Yi Xian had prepared for him.

He stood at the entrance of Myriad Medicine Hall in the faint morning light.

"I'm leaving." Mo Lin looked at Xiao Yi Xian, who had come to see him off.

"Be careful." Xiao Yi Xian's eyes were filled with reluctance and concern as she softly reminded him, "Remember... the methods I taught you. Be gentle when treating wounds, and be precise with medicine."

Mo Lin smiled. Suddenly, he reached out, gently lifted her chin, and pressed a soft yet firm kiss to her smooth forehead.

"Wait for me. Once I finish this journey, perhaps... it will be time for us to truly begin comprehending the Yin Yang Great Dao."

He gave a meaningful smile, turned around, his white robes fluttering, and soon vanished into the morning mist leading deep into the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

Xiao Yi Xian touched her forehead and gazed in the direction he had disappeared. The blush on her face had not faded, while his final words stirred ripples in her heart.

At the same time, she was filled with curiosity and an indescribable hint of wariness toward the person he considered important enough to go and "treat" so solemnly.

She did not know that the one Mo Lin was going into the mountains to "treat" would be Yun Yun, the famed Sect Master of Yun Lan Sect who had shaken the Jia Ma Empire.