Hope

Hearing the rough shout from outside the door, who called himself Zhao Wuji, the Tang San people in the hospital were stunned and looked at each other.

Tang San was the first to react. He frowned slightly and said quickly to Ma Hongjun beside him:

"Fat man, go to the backyard and inform Master."

Ma Hongjun responded immediately:

"Okay third brother!"

Just when he turned around and was about to run to the backyard.

The voice of Fu Shiyan came calmly from behind everyone:

"No need."

Several people turned around and saw Fu Shiyan dressed in black clothes, walking from the corridor in the front and back yard of the connection. His silver hair was not messed up in the morning light. It was obvious that he had noticed the movement outside the door.

He looked at Tang San, nodded slightly and said, "Xiao San, go and open the door."

"Yes, Master." Tang San nodded, no longer hesitated, turned and walked towards the courtyard gate.

He held the door latch, paused for a moment and sensed that there was no dangerous smell outside the door, and then forcefully opened the heavy wooden door inwards.

"Crunch--"

With the sound of the door shaft turning, the scene outside the door is fully revealed.

The first thing that catches the eye is a bald man as strong as an iron tower. His face is dusty, his eyes are bloodshot, and his coarse clothes are stained with dried mud spots and sweat stains. His whole person exudes fatigue after a long journey and a deep anxiety.

What's even more shocking is that there is a young boy firmly fixed with a cloth strap on his back.

The young man's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were tightly closed, his head was tilted weakly on the man's shoulder, and his breath was so weak that it was almost undetectable. He was Mo Xuan.

The visitors are none other than Zhao Wuji and Mo Xuan.

As for why the two of them appeared here, we need to set the time back four days ago, beside the official road outside Star Dou Great Forest.

At that time, Zhao Wuji finally managed to calm Mo Xuan, who had a complete emotional breakdown, until he fell into a deep sleep.

He quietly exited the carriage, walked to the fire beside Dai Tianyu and Wu Yuan, sat down heavily, exhaled a long breath, but said with no trace of relaxation on his face:

"Oh, I finally fell asleep."

Immediately, heavy sorrow climbed onto his rough face:

"I wonder if this child will be able to accept this reality after he wakes up... Oh, what is this!"

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and cast his eyes blankly into the depths of the dark forest, his voice filled with rare weakness and pain:

"I don't know... whether I will be able to see this child's legs get better in my lifetime."

"Even... even if I just become an ordinary person in the future and can stand up and walk... that's fine..."

These heavy words were clearly heard by Dai Tianyu on the side.

He stared at the jumping flames, frowning slightly, as if he was trying to remember something.

Suddenly, Dai Tianyu's eyes lit up.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhao Wuji, and said with a heavy tone:

"Maybe... I know how to make brother Mo Xuan's leg recover."

These words are like thunder on the ground!

Zhao Wuji was shaken all over!

He jumped up from the ground with a "pop", and his movement was so big that he almost knocked over the kettle next to him.

He stepped in front of Dai Tianyu, his copper bell-like eyes staring at the boy, and his voice sounded a little rude due to the extreme eagerness:

"Brother Dai! Are you serious about this?!"

Zhao Wuji couldn't even control his strength. He grabbed Dai Tianyu's small shoulders with both hands and patted him hard:

"Really... is there really a way to restore Mo Xuan's legs?!"

The force of his hand was so strong that Dai Tianyu's shoulders sank and his face wrinkled.

Wu Yuan on the side had slightly cold eyes and took half a step forward, but Dai Tianyu waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

Dai Tianyu rubbed the painful shoulder, looked at Zhao Wuji's hopeful eyes that were almost bursting with fire, and nodded seriously:

"Hmm."

He organized his words and said clearly:

"I heard Dugu sister say before - she has a good friend, and the Martial Soul passed down from generation to generation has only one function, which is healing."

Dai Tianyu paused, imitating the tone of Dugu Yan in his memory that was a bit proud and a bit exclamatory:

"According to what sister Dugu said at that time... it would be difficult to die in front of their Martial Soul!"

Zhao Wuji's breathing suddenly became heavy.

Dai Tianyu continued:

"Her friend's name is Ye Lingling. The Martial Soul they passed down from generation to generation is called 'Nine Heart Begonia'."

"Although there are some restrictions - only one person in each generation can inherit."

A look of memories appeared on his little face:

"But its therapeutic effect... can be regarded as the 'No. 1 treatment in the world Martial Soul'!"

"Nine Heart Begonia..." Zhao Wuji murmured and repeated the name, the light in his eyes getting brighter and brighter, as if he saw a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

He was about to say something--

Dai Tianyu spoke again.

This time, there was a trace of struggle on the boy's face, as if he was making some kind of determination.

He glanced at the direction of the unconscious carriage, and then at Zhao Wuji, whose face was full of eagerness. Finally, as if he had made some important decision, he lowered his voice and said:

"And..."

"My master... may also have a solution."

He raised his clear eyes, looked at Zhao Wuji, and said word by word the words that were enough to make Zhao Wuji's heart stop:

"Maybe... we can even help him recover Martial Soul."

After Wu Yuan heard Dai Tianyu say these words, he hesitated and looked at Dai Tianyu and said:

"Young Master! Mr. Fu him..."

"What?!!"

Zhao Wuji was completely stunned.

Restore...Martial Soul?

This is completely beyond his cognition!

Soul Master World's recognized iron law - Martial Soul Once it completely collapses and its origin is destroyed, it will be impossible for gods to save it!

That means the complete collapse of a Soul Master cultivation foundation, an end more cruel than death!

But the eight-year-old boy in front of him said in such a serious tone... that his master "might" have a way?

If someone else said this, Zhao Wuji would just think of him as nonsense and whimsical.

But it was Dai Tianyu who said this.

And... there is finally a glimmer of hope!

Zhao Wuji's chest rose and fell violently. He stared at Dai Tianyu. His throat rolled several times before he squeezed out a trembling voice from between his teeth:

"Little brother Dai... where are you, your master... now?"

Early the next morning, Mo Xuan woke up with tingling pain everywhere in his body and numbness below his waist and abdomen.

He didn't cry or make a fuss.

He just stared blankly at the roof of the carriage with his empty eyes open, like a body whose soul had been taken away.

Until Zhao Wuji opened the car curtain and told him what Dai Tianyu said word for word.

When he heard "Nine Heart Begonia", "The best treatment in the world Martial Soul", and even... "Possible recovery of Martial Soul", Mo Xuan's ashen eyes finally... extremely slowly, rekindled a faint, almost invisible light.

The light was weak and shaky, as if it would go out if the wind blew.

But that's hope.

It is the last straw that people who fall into Abyss can grasp.

"Really... really? Teacher Zhao?"

Mo Xuan's voice is hoarse, but it carries the instinctive desire for life of a dying person.

Zhao Wuji nodded vigorously, and his bell-like eyes regained their sparkle:

"It's true! Brother Dai said it himself! His master is at Heaven Dou City!"

No more hesitation.

Full of expectations - or in other words, driven by the instinct to seize the last glimmer of hope - the two hurriedly bid farewell to Dai Tianyu and Wu Yuan.

Zhao Wuji carefully wrapped Mo Xuan in the softest cloth and fixed it firmly on his back. Then he spread his legs, pushed Soul Power to the extreme, and started galloping almost sleeplessly in the direction of Heaven Dou City.

Four days.

Four days and three nights.

Zhao Wuji barely slept a wink. He ate a few mouthfuls of dry food when he was hungry, and drank a few sips of cold water when he was thirsty.

He used Soul Saint's strong body to support him, and carried Mo Xuan through mountains and forests, across plains, and traveled under starry nights.

The Mo Xuan on his back was drowsy most of the time. Occasionally when he woke up, he would stare blankly at the rapidly retreating scenery, his lips moving silently, as if he was praying for something.

Finally, at dawn on the fourth day, the two people, dusty and ragged, stepped on the morning dew and stood at the end of the quiet alley Heaven Dou City.

Standing in front of the small courtyard door.