Yi Tianqiu!
Three words flashed through Mo Chen's mind.
He should still be nearby, he couldn't have gone far.
The most urgent matter is to save Jingniang.
And the only one who can save her is Yi Tianqiu.
Just now, Jingniang stood gracefully, smiling gently at him. He thought the ten-year dream had finally awakened.
Yi Tianqiu put all his effort into healing Nine Heavens, and he really thought Jingniang had recovered.
But unexpectedly…
The dream still collapsed.
With a command, the anger spread for thousands of miles!
"Seal off the main hall! Not a single person is allowed to leave! Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, you must find Yi Tianqiu for ! Search thoroughly within a ten-mile radius, I want to see Yi Tianqiu within an hour!"
"Yes!"
The Xuan Clan soldiers obeyed the order, creating a great montum.
A row of well-equipped soldiers holding Long Spears quickly assembled, facing outward, protecting Mo Chen, Mo Ningxiang, and Jingniang in the center.
"Jingniang... you must get better..."
Mo Chen held Jingniang in his arms, his voice quivering.
Mo Ningxiang leaned on his shoulder, crying like a tearful child, sobbing with tremors.
Mo Chen's heart was filled with unease, the veins on his arms and neck bulged suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot.
What on earth is Yi Tianqiu up to?!
Why would Jingniang fall into a coma again after being cured?
Why would he sneak away at such a critical mont?
Why did Lin Fan foresee this? What is his connection with Yi Tianqiu?
He had too many questions that needed answers.
If he caught Yi Tianqiu, he would certainly get to the bottom of it!
"Clan Leader Mo."
"Stand back! Do not approach without permission!"
While Mo Chen was pondering over the situation, an old voice ca from outside the soldier's periter but was t with a stern shout from the soldiers.
Mo Chen had no mood to deal with trivial matters and glanced over intending to dismiss it.
But his eyes suddenly lit up!
He realized he was overwheld by panic!
Among the millions of guests, there were many with high dical skill. Why not seek their help instead of waiting for news on Yi Tianqiu?!
Mo Chen laughed at himself in his heart.
"Old Hua!"
This person was respectfully called Old Hua by Mo Chen, who had diagnosed Jingniang six years ago.
Old Hua had an eccentric character. During the initial diagnosis, he only glanced, didn't even take the pulse, and directly left a sentence—"These old bones' dical skill can't treat this," then left on his own.
Old Hua is a famous doctor on the Suru Continent, having saved countless lives, with disciples all over the world.
The illness must have been exceedingly tricky; otherwise, Old Hua wouldn't have said such a thing.
But Mo Chen didn't give up. No matter how many tis he asked Old Hua, the latter would keep his doors closed, and even his disciples refused, all turning him away.
It could be said that for six years, Old Hua and his entire line had shut Mo Chen out.
Unexpectedly, Old Hua stepped forward today.
Mo Chen felt quite moved. Perhaps... this was a turning point!
"Let him through!" he roared at the soldiers.
Old Hua took a deep breath and approached Mo Chen.
"Clan Leader Mo, long ti no see."
"Old Hua..." Mo Chen wanted to say more, but now was not the ti for pleasantries. "Old Hua, your dical skill is unmatched. Please have a look... What is really going on? She was fine just now... how did this happen all of a sudden?"
Old Hua stroked his white beard, placed his hand on Jingniang's pulse, and slowly closed his eyes.
White hair and beard, a face full of creases.
A breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
...
Mo Chen held his breath, even suppressing his heartbeat to a minimum.
Afraid to disturb Old Hua.
This ti, Old Hua was indeed taking action!
He did not just take a glance and leave.
This ant there was hope!
Mo Chen felt hope igniting in his heart, his heartbeat reached his throat.
A full five breaths!
Old Hua opened his eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.
"Old Hua, how is it?" Mo Chen asked softly, as if waking from a dream.
Old Hua sighed deeply without a word and gently shook his head.
"Madam's condition is not optimistic."
Boom!
Mo Chen's body trembled violently, his gaze flickering with panic.
"W-what... why?!"
"Have you been giving Madam Soul Condensing Pills these days?"
"Yes..."
"Alas... Soul Condensing Pills are indeed advantageous for Madam's condition; they are top-tier among Ninth Grade elixirs. However, even good things must be used with moderation, a little goes a long way. Once it exceeds the limit, too much is as bad as too little, leading to even worse situations."
"W-what does this an?"
"As a top of the Ninth Grade elixir, the dicinal effect of Soul Condensing Pills is extraordinarily potent, its force majestic, and its toxicity several hundred or thousand tis that of ordinary elixirs! It is said that three parts of dicine are poison; within a certain range, though Soul Condensing Pills can't awaken Madam, they are indeed significant in maintaining health. However, the user increased the dosage excessively for quick successes, attempting to force the Soul Condensing Pills to exert effects beyond what it inherently possesses and cannot be controlled. Temporarily, it may awaken a person, but all of the organs will suffer severe damage."
After speaking, Old Hua shakily stood up, his face grave.
"This old body is powerless."
Old Hua turned away directly, leaving behind a ghostly sigh.
Was this... a death sentence for Jingniang? Mo Chen stood there, stunned, watching the back of Old Hua departing.
Six years ago, Old Hua didn't say this much.
Six years later, such words directly extinguished his hope.
Perhaps, hope should have extinguished six years ago.
Mo Chen's body felt as though it were sinking into a quagmire, filled with despair, loneliness, cold, helplessness...
Impossible!
Jingniang couldn't die!
Suddenly a furious roar pulled him out of the mire.
Having endured ten years, it shouldn't end like this!
He didn't believe in fate!
"Find Yi Tianqiu, kill him!"
Mo Chen knew, Old Hua's judgnt was unlikely wrong, even finding Yi Tianqiu might not change the outco.
Better to unleash the hatred in his heart!
Yi Tianqiu, if Jingniang dies! I, Mo Chen, will raze your Shennong Clan!
"Father... Father... what did Old Hua an by those words? Is it... is it that Mother... can't be saved?"
Mo Ningxiang's cries never ceased, and after hearing Old Hua's words, her heart broke even more.
"No, it can't be... Father won't let Mother die..." Mo Chen said this, but had no confidence in his heart.
"Father! Please save Mother... Lin Fan... Lin Fan might have a way! Lin Fan..."
Wow!
A white light pierced through Mo Chen's boundless darkness.
His eyelid twitched suddenly.
Lin Fan...
Lin Fan had given him a warning! aning he had already seen through Yi Tianqiu's plot!
But why didn't he say? Where had he gone during the disappeared Nine Heavens?
Though he had doubts, Mo Chen had to admit, Lin Fan was the last straw to clutch at.
If not grasped, Jingniang was certain to die in his arms.
But Lin Fan had already left...
The problem was quite serious and tricky!
"Feng Qingshui!"
"Present!"
"Take soone imdiately and bring Lin Fan back to !"
"Yes!"
"No! Invite him back! Be respectful! Should you act rashly and anger Lin Fan, I will use your heads as a sacrifice to the heavens!"
Feng Qingshui was slightly stunned, thinking he was tasked with killing Lin Fan, not realizing it was to invite him.
"Understood..."
...
On the other side, Lin Fan and Su Qiong walked towards the city outskirts.
Wobbling slowly, leisurely.
Lin Fan occasionally looked back, seeming to have sothing on his mind.
Su Qiong noticed this and asked, "Brother Lin Fan, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Lin Fan turned back with a smile.
"Then why are you walking so slowly? Are you waiting for soone?"
Su Qiong blinked her big eyes, full of suspicion.
But Lin Fan smiled gently and continued to look back.
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