On the wooden bed, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes.
The instant Xiao Mo regained consciousness, what he felt was a piercing, bone-chilling agony.
After Xiao Mo participated in the rehearsal for the wedding ceremony in reality, he had only rested for one day. Feeling that his body had recovered sowhat, he returned to the Book of a Hundred Lives.
As a result, Xiao Mo had lost consciousness the mont he returned to the Book of a Hundred Lives, and only now was he waking up.
"Where is this?"
Xiao Mo's blurred vision gradually cleared.
What entered Xiao Mo's line of sight was an unfamiliar ceiling.
Sitting up, he looked around, this was an ordinary farmhouse room.
Xiao Mo closed his eyes and looked inward at his body.
Whether it was his spiritual veins or his root bones, both had suffered very severe damage.
His own realm had also fallen to Cave Mansion realm, and even the Cave Mansion realm was precarious, as if he couldn't maintain even that.
"Just as I expected." Xiao Mo shook his head.
Regarding the consequences of failing his tribulation, Xiao Mo had already made so estimates in his heart but when truly facing it, to say he felt no sense of loss at all would be impossible.
Lifting the blanket, Xiao Mo laboriously got out of bed.
Supporting himself against the wall, he walked out of the room step by step.
In the courtyard, Wangxin was brewing dicine.
Furnace ash had stained Wangxin's face, drawing a dark trace across her fair cheeks.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Wangxin was choked and coughed a few tis, continuing to fan with the fan.
Feeling the dicine had brewed about enough, Wangxin quickly stood up and extended her hand to pick up the dicine pot but Wangxin was scalded and imdiately pulled her hand back, hurriedly touching her tender earlobe.
On the other side of the courtyard, little Hundun was flapping its wings, chasing a hen around the yard.
The hen, being chased by little Hundun, kept flapping its wings, shedding feathers all over the ground.
A little girl was holding a dicine pestle, grinding dicine.
Although winter was cold and the little girl's small hands were frozen red, she remained very earnest and focused.
Moreover, looking at this little girl, Xiao Mo felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.
However, Xiao Mo's mind was very confused right now, and he couldn't rember who this little girl was for the mont.
Just as the little girl was about to pour the dicine juice she had ground into a small bowl and take it to Sister Wangxin, the little girl exclaid "Ah!" and then looked at Xiao Mo with disbelief.
The little girl looked again and again. Finally confirming she hadn't seen wrong, she excitedly shouted, "Sister Wangxin! Sister Wangxin! Brother Xiao has awakened!"
Hearing Ning Wei's voice, Wangxin turned her head to look and truly saw Xiao Mo leaning against the door.
"Migu? Migu!!!"
Seeing its master had awakened, little Hundun stopped chasing the old hen and flew toward Xiao Mo, continuously nuzzling his face.
A gleam of brightness flashed through Wangxin's clean eyes, "Xiao Mo, you're awake. Your body is weak, you still can't get up."
"That's right, Brother Xiao. It's cold. You need to go back and lie down properly," the little girl also said with concern.
"I'm alright." Xiao Mo shook his head. "Where am I? Little sister, who are you?"
"Brother Xiao, you don't rember ? I'm Ning Wei, Weiwei from Luofeng City," Ning Wei said happily. "This is my ho. At that ti, Brother Xiao was floating on the river, and my mother pulled Brother Xiao, Sister Wangxin, and little Hundun back."
"So it's Weiwei." Xiao Mo now rembered. "It's been over three years since we last t. I didn't expect Weiwei to have grown so much. But weren't you and your mother going to Karma Blood Peak? What happened? Did Xue Kui not take you in?"
"No, Brother Xiao."
Ning Wei waved her hand and quickly explained.
"Sister Xue Kui took us in. We also lived at Ten Thousand Dao Sect for quite a long ti, and Sister Xue Kui and Sister Yunwei both treated us very well.
It's just that so ti ago, Sister Xue Kui had co to the mortal world to train for a while. She said my Yin-Yang Eyes needed to absorb more mortal world qi so that I could achieve higher accomplishnts in the future.
Sister Xue Kui said she would bring us back after four years."
"..."
Hearing Ning Wei's words, Xiao Mo furrowed his brows.
In Xiao Mo's view, what Xue Kui called "Yin-Yang Eyes absorbing mortal world qi" was complete nonsense, rely an excuse but then again, why did that Xue Kui have them leave first?
The phrase "bring them back after four years" sounded more like having them take refuge, not wanting to implicate them.
During this ti when he wasn't at Ten Thousand Dao Sect, what was Xue Kui doing? What had happened at Ten Thousand Dao Sect?
"Xiao Mo, let's go back inside the room to talk. I brewed so dicine that needs to be drunk while hot," Wangxin gently tugged at the corner of Xiao Mo's clothes.
"Brother Xiao, let's hurry back to the room to drink dicine," Ning Wei also pushed Xiao Mo. "Mother said that when you're sick, you must drink dicine. Only then will you get better. Sister Wangxin has worked very hard brewing dicine for Brother Xiao during this ti."
"Alright."
Seeing the two of them looking so anxious, Xiao Mo, with Wangxin's support, lay back down on the bed.
Wangxin scooped a spoonful of dicine, gently blew on it to cool it, and brought it to Xiao Mo's lips.
"I can still move. I can do it myself."
Xiao Mo took the dicine bowl and spoon and quickly drank all the dicine Wangxin had brewed.
When drinking this bowl of dicine, Xiao Mo could feel the dicinal liquid nourishing the spiritual veins within his body, even attempting to repair the spiritual veins and root bones within.
However, Xiao Mo felt his body was riddled with holes, unable to retain anything at all.
"Wangxin, these spirit dicines are all quite precious, right? But from now on, there's no need to brew them. For my body, it's just a waste."
Xiao Mo handed back the dicine bowl, saying to Wangxin.
"It's not a waste," Wangxin looked at Xiao Mo earnestly. "And Xiao Mo, your body will definitely get better."
"I know my own body," Xiao Mo said frankly. "Failing the Immortal realm tribulation, being able to preserve my life is already extrely fortunate."
"..." Wangxin lowered her head, her lips parting slightly as if wanting to say sothing, but not knowing how to speak.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. If I collapsed just because I failed a tribulation, that would only prove I'm nothing special."
Xiao Mo knew what Wangxin was worried about.
After all, from an ordinary person's perspective, when a heaven-defying genius becos like this, one's heart might truly not be able to bear it.
"I'm a bit tired. I want to rest a while longer," Xiao Mo said to Wangxin and Ning Wei.
"Then Xiao Mo, rest well."
Wangxin still looked at Xiao Mo with concern a few more tis before picking up little Hundun and leaving together with Ning Wei.
In the empty room, only Xiao Mo remained alone.
Xiao Mo looked at the Spirit Absorbing Sword placed to the side. He got out of bed again and walked to the table.
Just as Xiao Mo tried to draw the long blade, no matter how much force he used, the Spirit Absorbing Sword remained completely immobile.
"I can't even draw you anymore?"
Looking at the old companion that had accompanied him for many years, Xiao Mo couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly.
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