482: Chapter 473: Chen…
Chen’er?!
482: Chapter 473: Chen…
Chen’er?!
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“Miss, you have returned.”
At the Lin Family’s gate, when Mo Wangchen and the others arrived, the gatekeeper imdiately recognized Lin Jing and hurried forward to greet her.
“Where’s my father?” Lin Jing nodded and inquired.
“The Family Head and the Lady are in the backyard.
I will go and inform them now,” the servant said respectfully.
“No need.” Lin Jing waved her hand and then led Mo Wangchen and Bai Jincheng into the Lin Family residence.
In the backyard, Lin Tianwang, Lin ngyao, and Mo Xiaotian were sitting at a stone table.
Seeing Lin Jing and the others approaching, Lin Tianwang was the first to stand up, greeting them with a smile, “Jing’er, you’re back.”
“Father, are you all right?”
Lin Jing was startled.
Lin Tianwang’s complexion was clearly worse than when she had left.
His face was pale as snow, like soone critically ill.
“It’s nothing.” Lin Tianwang shook his head but sighed inwardly.
He knew his own injuries best, and feared that soon he would be bedridden.
“If Chen’er were here, he would surely have a way to heal…”
Supporting Lin ngyao, Mo Xiaotian also ca over.
Since the news of Mo Wangchen’s supposed demise in the Immortal Burial Land had returned, Lin ngyao had cried herself to sleep every day and had grown noticeably thinner.
If Mo Xiaotian had not been there with her, she might have despaired long ago.
“Alas…”
Seeing them so, Mo Wangchen, who ca with Lin Jing, couldn’t help but sigh, feeling sowhat sad.
Fortunately, his parents were safe and sound…
“This young friend is…”
Mo Wangchen’s sigh drew the attention of Lin Tianwang and the others, and they looked over.
They recognized Bai Jincheng, but this young man in white was soone they had never seen before.
Amid their confusion, they saw Mo Wangchen walk over to Lin ngyao and Mo Xiaotian.
Under their surprised gazes, he knelt on both knees and bowed.
“Father, Mother, your child has been unfilial, causing you worry…”
Mo Xiaotian was astonished and instinctively said, “Young friend, what do you an by this?
We are not your…”
Suddenly, an unfamiliar young man was kneeling, recognizing them as his parents.
Anyone would find it hard to react quickly.
“Chen… Chen’er?!”
Instead, Lin ngyao was the first to respond.
Her voice trembled.
Although she didn’t recognize Mo Wangchen’s appearance, the voice was one she was utterly familiar with.
It was her child who had ‘fallen’ for two years!
Buzz!
After a bow, Mo Wangchen lifted his head, his appearance gradually changing back to his original form.
“Chen’er!”
Lin Tianwang and the others exclaid simultaneously.
They instantly realized Mo Wangchen had used the Face Changing Technique from Piaomiao Palace.
“Is it really you?” Lin ngyao felt it was all unreal.
The child who should have been dead, after two years, was now back in front of her.
She felt as if she were dreaming.
“It is , Father, Mother, Uncle, I have returned.” Mo Wangchen nodded vigorously, his eyes inadvertently moist.
Then, under the excited gazes of everyone, Mo Wangchen began to recount his experiences over the past two years.
“You fell into the Endless Abyss and landed on the Immortal Coffin, spending two years inside it?”
Lin Tianwang was astonished.
Not to ntion himself, probably no one would have thought of that, right?
Mo Wangchen nodded, “The Immortal Coffin was the resting place of an Immortal with Immortal Scripture Patterns.
I comprehended those patterns, spending two years in total, before I could control the Immortal Coffin and break through…”
“Great calamities bring great fortune; indeed, you are my son, Mo Xiaotian!” Mo Xiaotian’s eyes sparkled with excitent and unprecedented joy on his face.
Mo Wangchen and Mo Xiaotian shared a deep, heartfelt embrace.
Then, he turned to the pale-faced Lin Tianwang, “Uncle, I have heard about your injury.
The primary purpose of my return is to heal you and repair the cracks in your Spirit Sea.”
“You have a way to heal my injury?” Lin Tianwang was surprised, but soon sighed, “If you’re talking about the Holy dicine from the Emperor Fallen Mountain Range…”
His first thought was of the Holy dicine, as, back then, Mo Wangchen’s Spirit Sea was shattered, and even the Piaomiao Saint Venerable entered the Emperor Fallen Mountain Range to gather the Holy dicine to repair his Spirit Sea.
But his injuries were different; Lin Tianwang’s Spirit Sea was not completely destroyed but only cracked.
The Holy dicine was utterly useless.
If the Spirit Sea were completely destroyed and then using the Holy dicine to recover, it would be too dangerous.
With the Spirit Sea destroyed, nine out of ten would imdiately fall.
Mo Wangchen survived likely because of his Divine King Body.
“No.” Mo Wangchen shook his head, then smiled, “It is a Pill.
I know of a Pill that can repair Uncle’s Spirit Sea.”
“A Pill?”
Hearing this, Lin Tianwang, Mo Xiaotian, and Lin ngyao exchanged glances.
Lin ngyao stepped forward and said, “Chen’er, do you truly have a way?
We once asked the old Sect Master of the Reverse Pill Sect to have a look.
He was in the Half-Step Emperor Realm and a Ninth Grade Pill Master, yet he had no ans.”
Mo Wangchen nodded and smiled, “Rest assured, this is a Holy Rank Pill.
As for the materials, I have almost found them all.
There are two indispensable items, one is a Holy dicine from the Emperor Fallen Mountain Range, which I happen to have, and the other…”
As he spoke, Mo Wangchen turned his gaze towards Lin Tianwang, “I need a drop of your Essence Blood, Uncle.
This pill has at least an eighty percent chance of being successfully refined.”
“My ti is short; a drop of Essence Blood is no matter.
But, a Holy Rank Pill?” Lin Tianwang’s eyes glowed as he looked at Mo Wangchen.
In all his years, he had never heard of a Holy Rank Pill.
Ninth Grade was supposed to be the peak of Alchemy, wasn’t it?
Mo Wangchen smiled and explained, “I chanced upon so opportunities in a Secret Realm; it was the legacy of a senior who proved himself as an Emperor through Alchemy…”
After a round of explanations, Mo Wangchen finally obtained a drop of Lin Tianwang’s Essence Blood.
The human Essence Blood is the source of life.
Just drawing a single drop left Lin Tianwang’s face even paler.
The refining of the Pill could not wait.
Soon, under the arrangents of Lin Tianwang and the others, Mo Wangchen found himself alone in a small courtyard.
Summoning the Pill Furnace, he channeled his Perception into it, conjured Alchemy Fire, and began the refinent following the steps in his mory.
This was a Creation Heart Connection Pill, which not only could heal Lin Tianwang’s injury but, generally speaking, it had significant restorative effects on many hard-to-heal wounds in the human body.
Now, Mo Wangchen’s Perception had already broken through to the Holy Rank.
Even so, refining the Creation Heart Connection Pill required careful attention, as it was his first attempt.
Also, after cultivating Elder Ming’s Pill Scripture, Mo Wangchen learned that even within the Holy Rank Perception, there were distinctions from one to nine levels.
Alchemy, like Martial Arts, seed to have no end in sight.
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