"Damn it, that Huaxia person actually killed the Sky-reaching Snake. I was thinking of taming it and rescuing it from the prohibition to use it later." The middle-aged man clenched his fist, exuding a formidable suppression all over his body, causing the surrounding temperature to drop by over ten degrees.
"But that Huaxia person has already fled beyond the borders of Han Country. Sir, should I..." Pei Yongjun inquired.
"No need. If that Golden Core Stage soul cultivator is by his side, even if you strike, you can't kill him," said the woman on the right.
Even though the two were right in front of Pei Yongjun, he couldn't clearly see their appearances.
"The Sky-reaching Snake is dead, so be it. We have more important matters. Once we're successful, killing that kid will be as easy as crushing an ant, hmph!" the woman on the right sneered coldly.
"Yes, we have more important matters. After succeeding, I want to personally slaughter that kid," the man on the left said.
"Yes."
Pei Yongjun bowed his head respectfully.
...
Huaxia, Jiangnan, Imperial City.
A streak of flowing light cut through the sky, instantly landing at the gate of a high-end villa halfway up the mountain in the Imperial City.
"Mom..."
Lin Mo's face was tense as he strode towards the villa.
A few months ago, Yang Chuxue was severely injured by Xiuhui. Lin Mo initially had his mother and father return ho to recover, but unexpectedly, he was delayed for several months in Han Country.
"Xiao Mo."
Inside the villa, Xia ngdie and Lin Guang were both sitting on the sofa. Upon seeing Lin Mo return, a long-awaited smile finally appeared on their faces.
"Yes, where's Mom?"
Lin Mo asked.
"Mom is lying in the room on the second floor, but she's been unconscious since returning," Xia ngdie said with a slight frown, softly comforting, "Xiao Mo, don't worry too much. We've had doctors check her, and all her bodily functions are fine. It's probably just temporary unconsciousness."
Lin Mo clenched his fist, emanating a chilling killing intent from his body, filling the entire living room with an icy chill. Fresh chapters posted on novel·fire·net
"Xiao Mo..." Lin Guang suddenly frowned and shouted.
Only then did Lin Mo realize that the chill had caused Xia ngdie beside him to shiver all over, her face pale. He quickly cald down and retracted the killing aura.
"Sorry, my dear, I got too emotional and didn't control my feelings well," Lin Mo apologized, looking at Xia ngdie.
"It's okay. Go check on Mom first," Xia ngdie said, pressing her lips with a gentle smile on her face.
"Okay."
Lin Mo nodded and imdiately flickered to the second-floor room door. Pushing it open, he saw Yang Chuxue lying on the bed, her eyes tightly shut, her face expressionless.
"Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault for not protecting you," Lin Mo said, sitting at the bedside, looking at his mother with overwhelming guilt.
The hospital's examination showed that all of Yang Chuxue's bodily functions were normal, yet she remained in a coma. Even advanced instrunts and dicine couldn't determine the issue.
Because Lin Mo knew too well that it was because of soul damage. Restoring a damaged soul is as difficult as ascending to heaven. Even the strongest cultivator, if their soul is crushed, will vanish, leaving their body vegetative.
"Mom, I'm so remorseful. I used to lack the power to protect you. Now that I do have the power, you still suffered such harm."
Lin Mo's eyes reddened. He hadn't had red eyes for centuries, his fists tightly clenched, knuckles cracking.
He rembered when it rained, he sat by the classroom window, watching his mom bring him clothes under an umbrella.
Or when he ca ho, his mom happily said they could have stewed pork for dinner.
While the two lived in a slum, life wasn't easy, yet those were mories money couldn't buy. The ordinary warmth, pain, and happiness of those days.
"Mom, I will definitely make those who hurt you atone for their sins, and I will definitely make you better," Lin Mo said, his eyes warm, but not shedding a tear. As a man, tears can't solve anything.
After speaking, Lin Mo imdiately channeled spiritual energy into Yang Chuxue's body, enhancing cell activity, protecting the bones, mbranes, and five organs, and checked the condition of her soul. Her soul was severely damaged, dispirited, unable to regain consciousness temporarily.
"Repair the soul?"
Lin Mo pondered over thods to repair the soul. In his past life as an Immortal Venerable, he traveled the universe, explored secret realms, traversed deserts, and ca across various secret techniques and divine skills. However, cultivation techniques, elixirs, and manuals for repairing the soul were incredibly rare.
Because cultivators regard the soul as the most crucial aspect of cultivation. Once damaged, the difficulty of repair is imnse.
When a soul's damage reaches thirty percent consumption, it risks vanishing into nothingness. Even consuming just one percent of soul power could require decades of cultivation to restore.
"Right, the Five Elents Soul Condensing Pill!"
Lin Mo's eyes lit up with a gleam, his mind filtering through known secret techniques, elixirs, and cultivation techniques, finally recalling an elixir to repair the soul.
"The Five Elents Soul Condensing Pill. I once saw a fragnt of the recipe in the dicine Sect Sacred Land. I know its refining thod, but the materials required are extrely scarce. Whether Earth has them is another issue."
Lin Mo furrowed his sword eyebrows, eyes shining with firm resolve once more.
"Regardless of whether Earth has the necessary herbs, even if I have to leave Earth, I will definitely refine the Soul Condensing Pill to save my mother."
Lin Mo vowed secretly. Then he looked at Yang Chuxue lying on the bed, "Mom, trust , I will definitely wake you up, and I'll never let you get hurt again." After accompanying his mother for a while, Lin Mo left the room. He decided to leave his mother in the Feng Tianjiao Villa for now, as the Little Golden Snake and Yao Dou could ensure her safety. As for the herbs needed for the Soul Condensing Pill, Lin Mo planned to use Ye Beichen's connections to search within the Heavenly Sect and Demon Sect. After all, those factions had existed for thousands of years, their foundation far exceeding that of the Four Great Martial Arts Schools.
"However, now I must use so ans to ensure my mother's soul doesn't crumble again," Lin Mo's gaze was resolute. A damaged soul is like a building block missing pieces, becoming extrely unstable, and may suddenly collapse, at which point not even gods could help.
"Mr. Lin, what do you intend to do?"
True Yuanzi, who had been staying in the Space Ring, suddenly erged as a cluster of black fog in the room, strands of black mist tangling around him, frowning as he looked at Lin Mo.
At this mont, Lin Mo was sitting cross-legged, with a red beam of light erging from his brow. It was a crimson, rainbow-like light group, the soul he nurtured within his Divine Sea.
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