"All right, then I'll give it a try!"
Wang Xian'er did not hesitate.
Su Yuan had already explained his entire theory to her, from his conjecture about its true nature to the solution, all in great detail. She only needed to follow his method through once.
She was curious, too. Was the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife truly a supreme treasure of the life attribute, just as Su Yuan had surmised?
Whoosh-
Emerald light shone from Wang Xian'er, and pairs of wings gradually unfurled behind her.
With every additional pair of wings, Wang Xian'er's aged face grew a little younger.
She went from an old woman in her seventies or eighties to a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, then to a young woman in her twenties or thirties.
When all ten wings had unfurled, Wang Xian'er had even regained the appearance of a sixteen-year-old girl, with exquisitely drawn features, bright eyes, pearly teeth, fair skin, and silky hair.
In terms of the harmony and refinement of her features alone, no one Su Yuan had seen in this life could surpass her.
Even Ning Tian, whose features were the most exquisite he had ever seen, paled before Wang Xian'er at this moment. There was simply no comparison.
This was also Su Yuan's first time seeing Wang Xian'er release her martial soul. Although he had long known from the original novel that she would become young again when she released it, he still could not help staring in a daze.
So beautiful.
A Healing Angel?
She was a real angel...
"I'm going to start now." Wang Xian'er tilted her head toward Su Yuan and gave him a gentle smile.
With her youth restored, her voice had also changed from aged and hoarse to a lilting sweetness like an oriole's song, drifting lightly toward him.
Pfft...
Su Yuan felt as though a little imp with tiny wings on its back had shot an arrow straight into his chest.
Oh, heavens, how could anyone be this beautiful? Granny, how am I supposed to find a wife after this...?
Pah! What granny? I should call her Big Sister Xian'er!
Of course, Wang Xian'er noticed Su Yuan's slightly vacant eyes. Knowing that he was staring because of the beauty of her youthful face, she felt a little pleased, but also rather helpless.
She was old now. Unless she released her martial soul, maintaining a youthful appearance for long periods would consume a great deal of life force-in other words, shorten her lifespan.
Otherwise, what woman did not love looking beautiful?
She wanted to stay young forever, too...
After an almost imperceptible sigh, Wang Xian'er turned and slowly approached the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife on the table. Her sixth soul ring began radiating a deep black light.
"Sixth soul skill, Angel Purification Divine Light!"
With a sharp, soft cry, she extended her index finger and gathered blue-gold light at its tip.
Only when the light had gathered to its limit, illuminating her slender finger until it was translucent, did she slowly reach out and point it toward the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife.
As early as when she began charging her sixth soul skill, the curse on the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife had seemed to sense danger. Its dark green light spontaneously formed a small skull, which began hissing at Wang Xian'er.
But when Wang Xian'er's finger truly began approaching the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife, the skull could no longer hiss. It kept crumbling beneath the blue-gold purifying light.
Wang Xian'er was not surprised.
An angel martial soul was inherently the bane of Evil Soul Masters. Even if her purifying abilities were much weaker than those of a traditional angel martial soul with light and sacred attributes, she was still an angel.
Otherwise, why would the Holy Spirit Cult have hunted her when she was young, trying to strangle her in the cradle?
The skull shattered beneath a single touch, and Wang Xian'er's index finger continued onward to touch the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife itself.
In an instant, a piercing shriek like the wailing of a sinister wind erupted from the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife. Under the blue-gold light, the dark green glow burst like a pan of oil splashed with boiling water and began resisting fiercely.
The flickering dark green light even began spreading along Wang Xian'er's index finger.
At the same time, a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her gaze grew more solemn.
Su Yuan's earlier deduction had been correct. The curse on the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife was rooted in its very material, constantly drawing in energy to sustain its existence.
And through direct contact with her index finger, Wang Xian'er sensed beneath the vicious curse the true substance of the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife, filled with terrifying life force as vast as an ocean and as pure as the vault of heaven.
It matched. Everything matched!
The sweat on her face grew heavier, but Wang Xian'er's solemn expression faded, replaced by a smile.
The blue-gold light brightened a little more. Following Su Yuan's instructions, Wang Xian'er poured her soul power directly into the carving knife, beginning to block the channels through which the curse absorbed life force and sever its source of energy.
This step went very smoothly.
She was a Super Douluo, after all. The sheer immensity of her soul power was not something a mere curse could resist.
The advantage granted by her life attribute allowed her to easily expel every root the curse had sunk into the carving knife, leaving it utterly adrift like rootless duckweed.
All that remained was to purify it completely.
The shrieking gradually faded, and the dark green light slowly dispersed. Bathed in purifying light, the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife gradually regained its true appearance.
It was a metal as clear and translucent as jade, yet with the texture of crystal, beautiful as a work of art.
The instant the carving knife was purified, an immense surge of life force flowed from it through her finger and back into Wang Xian'er's body.
Perhaps because of the Healing Angel's life attribute, the successful purification had actually given the gold of life an opening to connect with Wang Xian'er's aura, establishing a channel for the transfer of life force.
In other words, she had formed a symbiotic relationship with the carving knife itself, just as the curse had before.
Wang Xian'er was clearly the weaker party in terms of life force. The gold of life, with its far greater reserves, began pouring life force back into her, an emerald torrent of vitality flowing ceaselessly into her body.
Wang Xian'er closed her eyes. The ten angel wings behind her folded inward on their own, protecting her within and forming something like a cocoon.
Even the light and aura withdrew, leaving nothing but a cocoon of folded emerald wings.
All movement and sound subsided at that moment.
The box on the table was already empty. During the purification, the Blade of Life's Watch had pressed against Wang Xian'er's hand, and it was now inside the cocoon.
Standing outside the pavilion, Su Yuan scratched his head, momentarily frozen in place.
So, what was he supposed to do now?
He couldn't just leave Wang Xian'er's cocoon in the pavilion, could he?
He had never considered that the gold of life would fuse directly with Wang Xian'er after being purified, so they had not gone indoors. He had not expected such a turn of events.
It seemed a little late to dwell on that now.
Su Yuan slowly walked over to the cocoon and gently touched Wang Xian'er's wings.
They were hard, truly like a cocoon.
Then this probably wouldn't interfere with Wang Xian'er's fusion.
He simply picked up the cocoon and carried Wang Xian'er back to her room with steady steps.
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