Nine Heart Begonia

After hearing Mo Xuan's hate-filled reply, Fu Shiyan didn't say anything more, but her gaze lingered on his face for a moment before she nodded almost imperceptibly.

This move left both Mo Xuan and Zhao Wuji somewhat puzzled.

There was none of the expected dissuasion, lecturing, or further questioning.

Fu Shiyan's reaction was unusually calm.

However, Fu Shiyan quickly ended the brief inquiry and arranged a clean guest room for the two of them to stay and rest.

"Rest well today." Fu Shiyan's tone remained calm, yet carried a convincing composure as she continued:

"Tomorrow, we'll start by treating your leg."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji and Mo Xuan finally felt relieved.

With this promise, at least... hope is no longer a vague illusion.

The two were settled in a secluded side room in the backyard.

Mo Xuan lay on the soft bed, the intense pain, exhaustion, and emotional turmoil of the past few days finally subsided, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Wuji stood by, listening to the boy's breathing gradually become even. His bloodshot eyes finally showed a hint of fatigue as he leaned against the wall and slowly closed his eyes.

Time passed silently, and the courtyard returned to tranquility.

The familiar knocking sounded again the next morning.

"Bang bang bang."

This time, the knocking was light and rhythmic, quite different from Zhao Wuji's urgent pounding on the door yesterday.

A clear, bright, and slightly arrogant girl's voice came from outside the door:

"Mr. Fu? I am Dugu Yan! My grandfather asked me to come this morning!"

Tang San, who had already gotten up early and was stretching his muscles in the front yard, heard the sound and quickly walked to the door.

He recognized the voice, pulled back the latch, and opened the gate.

Two girls were standing outside the door.

The person in the lead was none other than Dugu Yan, who was only fourteen years old.

She wore a neat purple dress, her figure had begun to slender, showing the uprightness of a young girl, her bright green eyes were full of spirit, and her dark green hair was tied into a ponytail, clean and dashing.

Beside her stood a girl with a completely different aura.

The girl was about the same age as Dugu Yan. She wore a simple, moon-white dress, had a beautiful face, and her skin was so fair it was almost transparent. Her eyes and brows were shrouded in a faint calmness that seemed out of place for her age, and she even appeared somewhat aloof.

She stood there quietly, like a quietly blooming Youlan, a stark contrast to Dugu Yan's bright and lively demeanor.

Upon seeing the two, Tang San smiled warmly and greeted them:

"Sister Yan, Sister Lingling."

Dugu Yan was clearly very familiar with Tang San, and habitually reached out to pat his head, laughing:

"Xiao San, you've grown taller again!" she then asked seriously.

"Where is Mr. Fu? Grandpa specifically instructed me last night to bring Lingling over this morning, saying it was Mr. Fu's order."

Tang San nodded and stepped aside to make way for him.

"Master is in the backyard. Sister Yan, Sister Lingling, please come with me."

He led the two through the front yard and straight to the side room where Mo Xuan and Zhao Wuji were temporarily staying.

Inside the room, Mo Xuan had already woken up and was leaning against the headboard, while Zhao Wuji stood nervously beside the bed.

Both of them were somewhat taken aback when they saw Tang San enter with two unfamiliar girls.

Dugu Yan gave Mo Xuan a frank look, her gaze lingering for a moment on his limp legs before turning to the girl in plain clothes beside her:

"Lingling, take a look."

Ye Lingling nodded slightly and took a few steps forward.

She didn't immediately use her Martial Soul. Instead, she carefully observed Mo Xuan's complexion and pupils. Then, she extended her slender fingers, with a faint milky-white halo around her fingertips, and gently pressed them a few inches above Mo Xuan's wrist pulse, quietly sensing his condition.

After a moment, she withdrew her hand, raised her clear yet calm eyes, looked at Dugu Yan, and gently shook her head.

Her voice, like her personality, was clear, cool, and pleasant. She spoke softly:

"My leg meridians have been necrotic for too long, my spinal nerves are severely damaged, and my internal organs also have old injuries. With my current Soul Power cultivation and Martial Soul control... I cannot cure it completely."

She paused, then added:

"We need my grandmother's help. Only her ' Nine Heart Begonia ' can handle such a serious illness."

Dugu Yan showed no surprise upon hearing this, clearly having anticipated it.

She looked at Zhao Wuji and Mo Xuan, and said decisively:

"Then let's go. I'll take you to the Ye Residence. Lingling's grandmother is now a level 73 Soul Saint. With her help, your leg injury will definitely heal."

The hope is to reignite it, and the path is clear.

Without further hesitation, Zhao Wuji carefully carried Mo Xuan on his back.

Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan led the way, while Tang San escorted them to the gate before returning to the courtyard. His master had not instructed him to go with them, and he also needed to report this matter to his master.

Afterwards, the group walked through the streets of Heaven Dou City in the early morning and arrived at a quiet and elegant mansion in the city.

There is no prominent plaque on the lintel, only a simple wooden sign with the word "" written in clear and elegant writing.

Ye Lingling went straight inside, and soon after, an old woman with snow-white hair, dressed in a plain robe, slowly walked out.

Her appearance still faintly revealed the beauty and elegance of her youth. Although she was now advanced in years, her eyes and brows held a gentle warmth and wisdom that came with the passage of time. Her aura was calm and vast. She was Ye Lingling's grandmother, Ye Qingxian.

Her gaze swept gently over Mo Xuan on Zhao Wuji's back, without asking any further questions, only nodding slightly:

"Come with me."

The treatment was not conducted in the main hall, but rather moved to a quiet room in the back garden specifically for treatment.

The room was softly lit and had a faint medicinal fragrance.

Ye Qingxian instructed Zhao Wuji to place Mo Xuan flat on the soft couch in the center of the room.

She stood before the bed, not moving immediately, but closing her eyes as if to calm her mind.

A few breaths later, she suddenly opened her eyes.

In an instant, a powerful and vibrant Soul Power slowly rose from her body.

Seven perfectly matched Spirit Ring appeared one after another beneath her feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

The aura of a level 73 Soul Saint was contained yet subtly, causing Zhao Wuji, standing to the side, to feel a chill run down his spine.

Immediately afterwards, a peculiar plant phantom quietly bloomed behind her.

That wasn't just one plant, but nine crabapple trees growing from the same root, leaning on each other!

Each crabapple tree has a different appearance; some are still in bud, some are in full bloom, and some have already borne glistening fruits.

The nine crabapple trees all have warm, creamy white and pale pink blossoms. At the center of the layered petals, the stamens are a pale gold, emitting a calming and fragrant aroma while containing incredible life energy.

The world's number one healing-type Martial Soul — Nine Heart Begonia —has revealed its true form!

Ye Qingxian's expression was solemn. Her fifth Spirit Ring, that deep black Spirit Ring, suddenly shone brightly!

"Fifth Spirit Skill"

Amidst the clear and melodious chanting, the nine illusory crabapple trees shone brightly, their milky-white radiance cascading down like flowing water, gently enveloping Mo Xuan's entire body.

The light did not simply cover him, but rather, like a living spring, seeped into Mo Xuan's skin in Sisi strands, flowing precisely to his broken and necrotic leg meridians, damaged spinal nerves, and internal organs with hidden injuries.

Mo Xuan felt an extremely warm, slightly tingling power surge into his body.

Where the force passed, the legs, which had been numb and without sensation, began to feel a fine, needle-like pain—a sign that the nerves were beginning to revive!

Then came an indescribable itch, as if countless tender shoots were sprouting and growing deep within the broken veins.

He couldn't help but groan, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, but his eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

He could feel it! His legs! That long-lost feeling of being a part of his own body was slowly returning!

Ye Qingxian remained calm, her Soul Power output stable and powerful.

The light of the Nine Heart Begonia continued to flow, repairing, nourishing, and reshaping... Time slowly passed in the silence and vibrant light.

After an unknown amount of time, when the purplish-black deathly aura that had accumulated beneath Mo Xuan's skin completely faded, turning into a healthy rosy glow, and when the last tiny connection between his meridians was opened by pure life energy—

Ye Qingxian slowly withdrew her stance.

The illusory image of the Nine Heart Begonia quietly dissipated, and the radiance in the room gradually faded.

She had sweat on her forehead and her breathing was slightly unsteady, clearly indicating that the treatment had taken a toll on her health.

But when she looked at the soft couch, a faint look of satisfaction appeared on her face.

Mo Xuan tried, very slowly, to move his toes.

Under his tense and intense gaze, those ten toes really did... curl slightly.

Then, he tried to lift his leg.

Although the movements were weak and trembling, the legs, which were originally as heavy as lead, did indeed... leave the soft couch and rise a little over an inch!

"My... my leg..." Mo Xuan's voice trembled uncontrollably, and tears welled up in his eyes without warning. This time, it was not a desperate cry, but a cathartic outpouring of joy.

"I can move! Teacher Zhao! I can move!!!"

Zhao Wuji, a man as strong as an iron tower, had tears in his eyes. He stared intently at Mo Xuan's legs, which had finally regained their vitality. He clenched and unclenched his fists, and in the end, he could only nod heavily and repeatedly, his throat choked with emotion, unable to utter a single word.

Ye Qingxian's gentle voice rang out from the side:

"The meridians and nerves have been initially restored and nourished, but the illness is still in its early stages and the muscles and bones are weak. Half a month of rest is necessary, supplemented by gentle medicinal baths and appropriate activity, before walking can gradually resume."

"The old injuries to the internal organs have also healed; they just need some rest and recuperation to recover."

She looked at the two people who were so excited they could hardly contain themselves, her gaze finally settling on Mo Xuan's face. It was as if she could see into the depths of his eyes the still-burning flame of relief after surviving such a catastrophe, and she added meaningfully:

"Healing is not easy, and the road ahead... take care."

With Zhao Wuji's help, Mo Xuan struggled to get up and bow to express his gratitude.

Ye Qingxian gently waved her hand to stop them, then turned her gaze to her granddaughter Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan, who were standing quietly to the side. A knowing glint flashed in her eyes as she said calmly:

"If you want to thank someone, thank Mr. Fu."

"My actions this time are to repay a favor Mr. Fu did in the past."

These words shocked Zhao Wuji and Mo Xuan even more.

They then realized more and more deeply that the seemingly young and calm Mr. Fu possessed far more power than they could have imagined.

My leg injury has healed, and hope has been rekindled.

But Mo Xuan knew that this was only the beginning.

As he was helped out of the quiet room of the Ye Residence by Zhao Wuji, and felt the warmth of the sunlight on his face again, the flame of "revenge" in his heart did not diminish with the healing of his wounds. On the contrary, it burned even more fiercely and intensely with the power of this rebirth.

Next, it's time to go find Mr. Fu.

About Martial Soul, about the future, about... how to make the person who destroyed everything pay the price.