"Mountain Master Mei, Pacification Commissioner Yan... this might be worth a try!"
Yan Peng looked up at the voice.
His gaze fell on the lustrous white petal in Shen Xiuhan's hand.
A veil of spiritual mist wreathed its edges, and its rich, gentle vitality washed over him from several feet away.
Yan Peng's pupils contracted. His voice trembled slightly as he said:
"Is that..."
"A Wanling Flower!"
Mei Shuangning's eyes flickered, as though she had confirmed something. She drew a deep breath and said softly:
"This is a supreme fourth-tier treasure, especially adept at sustaining life, preserving the soul, and protecting the heart meridians."
"In years past, it was a sacred medicine reserved exclusively for the Yang Dynasty's imperial court."
"After the Yang Dynasty fell, it vanished from the world. Only a few upper sects and great schools still grow a scattering of plants in their celestial grottoes and blessed lands."
"I heard... a blessed land appeared in South Township Prefecture some time ago, and someone obtained a Wanling Flower there... Young Master Shen, fortune certainly smiled on you."
Understanding dawned in Yan Peng's eyes.
Excitement visibly spread across his face. Afraid Shen Xiuhan might change his mind, he hurriedly accepted the petal, and earthen-yellow aura surged from him.
Whoosh!
His aura enveloped the lustrous white petal, drawing out its medicinal power and channeling it into Yan Ze's body through his mouth and nose.
The instant it entered, it transformed into a tremendous surge of vitality that coursed through his meridians.
Wherever it passed, the blood-baleful aura entrenched in Yan Ze's organs melted away strand by strand, like ice and snow beneath the sun.
Mei Shuangning's fingertips moved again, striking three vital points in succession—his chest, the space between his brows, and his dantian—to guide the vitality into protecting his