As expected, after a month, Teacher Tang Yue came to visit and saw Mo fan lying on the flour his internal organs and body bisorganized.

  "GET UP" Tang Yue punched Mo fan in the stomach

  “Urgh... I... Can finally... Move...”

  Mo Fan who was heavily injured finally regained his consciousness and staggeringly got up while taking the support of the fallen tree.

  His whole body was dirty and his shirt and pants were covered in blood, his lips dried up, while his forehead was bleeding.

  He was still in an extremely weak state where it seemed as if he would be knocked over by a leaf!

  His ribs were still broken and his hand was literally dangling.

  “My... Fruit!” Mo Fan noticed the Lightning Camity Fruit.

  “I’m sorry... for worrying you...”

  He picked it up and only then did the little spirit inside it calmed down!

  It felt extremely frustrated for not being able to help it’s daddy!

  “It’s.. okay...”

  Mo Fan gently caressed it and reassured it!

  “Stay... Inside, don’t try... to come out forcefully. Nothing... will change... even if you did....”

  Brr~

  The fruit vibrated.

  Mo Fan put it inside his space pocket.

  “Now... then...” He looked towards the school’s direction.

  He picked up the broken branch lying beside him and used it as a support to walk.

  He slowly got down the mountain, he was in a lot of pain!

  Since his soul was damaged, he couldn't do anything but just y down...

  “Mo Fan?!!” Tang Yue cried, rushing toward him. Her heart seized with fear as she dropped to her knees beside him, shaking his shoulders.

  “Mo Fan! Wake up!” she pleaded, her voice thick with panic.

  Ba-thump.. Ba-thump...

  She was relieved to find his heartbeat steady, albeit faint. “Thank God...” She heaved a sigh of relief and popped on the ground.

  After some time Mo Fan woke up

  He rubbed his face, trying to ground himself. When his gaze fell on the bed beneath him, he paused. The bed was rge. It was a king-sized soft bed.

  “Huh…?” Mo Fan’s eyes scanned the room.

  It was spacious, with high ceilings and ornate furnishings.

  A small but delicate crystal chandelier hung overhead, casting a soft golden glow. The walls were lined with intricate wooden paneling, and a rge bay window framed the night sky outside. The floor was covered in a soft rug that sank underfoot, and a small sitting area in the corner completed the vish setting.

  “Where am I?” he asked aloud, bewildered.

  "You are in the hospital are you ok " Tang Yue asked

  "Yea I should be fine, what are we pnning to do now?" Mo Fan asked quickly

  "We were SUPPOSSED to go an hunt some bad people" Tang Yue said

  "Alright then lets get going" Mo Fan plopped up of the bed making sure his fruit was still there. His treasure's soul seeds, fragments, and elemental crystals still hidden in the whole he dug up in the front of his dads home.

  Following Tang Yue instructions, he arrived at a small Jiangnan town north of Hangzhou.

  The town was called Xishui. The name sounded gentle, but the reality was bleak. The ground was cracked everywhere, fields were desote, and the air carried a dry, brittle feeling that did not belong in the south.

  This small town looked like it used to rely on tourism. The inns were old style and tidy, like they were meant for travelers to stop, drink tea, and admire the streams.

  But there was no stream worth admiring now.

  Mo Fan found Youjian Inn according to the address. As soon as he stepped inside, he spotted Teacher Tang Yue waiting by the corridor window, calm and composed, watching the street outside as if she had already measured every angle.

  “Teacher,” Mo Fan greeted.

  “You made it,” Tang Yue replied. “And you have been moving fast.”

  Mo Fan sat down without wasting time. “You did not call me here just to praise me.”

  Tang Yue gave him a look that made it clear she appreciated the directness.

  “I will be blunt,” she said. “My identity is sensitive. If I move too openly, it draws attention. I need you to track someone.”

  She pointed outside the corridor.

  A man in neat clothes walked through the street, looking like an ordinary traveler, but his steps were too deliberate, his eyes too practiced. He was not wandering. He was moving with purpose.

  “If nothing changes, he will lead us to something,” Tang Yue said. “He is wanted by the Judgment Association, and he likely carries answers we need.”

  Mo Fan nodded. “Understood.”

  Tang Yue paused. “You are not going to ask why he is wanted.”

  “What is there to ask,” Mo Fan said. “You have helped me more than once. I repay it. Also, if he has answers, I want them too.”

  Tang Yue did not show it, but something in her expression softened for half a second.

  “Fine,” she said. “Then listen carefully. Do not strike too early. Do not expose yourself. You follow until I say stop.”

  Mo Fan agreed.

  Before he left, Tang Yue added, “I arranged a Star Map Book for you.”

  Mo Fan shook his head. “I only want a Shadow Element Star Map Book.”

  That made Tang Yue raise an eyebrow.

  “Fire and Lightning are enough for now,” Mo Fan said. “Shadow will keep me alive when the situation becomes messy.”

  Tang Yue stared at him for a moment, then nodded once.

  “You are learning how to survive,” she said. “Good.”

  After that, Mo Fan began the tail.

  He followed the man out of town and toward the outskirts. However, he did not follow like a fool in a straight line. He used distance, cover, and timing. When the man entered a more deserted area, Mo Fan chose a different method.

  He stopped at a nearby path and spoke to a local old man resting beside a broken fence.

  “Uncle,” Mo Fan said, calm and casual, “where does that road lead.”

  The old man pointed without much thought. “Follow it and you will reach the dried streambed. Keep going and you will see the woods. People have been avoiding it tely.”

  Mo Fan thanked him, then moved forward using the direction rather than the target’s footsteps.

  As he walked, the scenery grew worse.

  The streambed was cracked and empty. The pnts along its edges were withered in patches. Even the air felt wrong, like the moisture had been stolen.

  Mo Fan frowned.

  A pce like this did not happen without reason. Either something had drained the water, or something had locked it away.

  What he could not understand was why the Hunter Mages around Hangzhou seemed to be ignoring it. A disaster like this should have triggered attention.

  Just as Mo Fan was thinking, Tang Yue appeared beside him, fast and silent, like she had stepped out of the wind.

  “Do not move,” she said immediately, voice low. “Conceal your aura.”

  Before he could respond, she pulled him under the shadow of a nearby tree and pressed him into cover with a sharp, controlled motion.

  It was not gentle. It was professional.

  “Shadow Element,” she whispered. “Do it now.”

  Mo Fan swallowed his instinctive reaction and focused.

  The tree shadows swayed. The light shifted. Their outlines blurred, then faded as if the shade itself swallowed them.

  In a few breaths, they were no longer visible.

  Soon, a team of Hunter Mages passed by along the path.

  Their steps were heavy, their voices low, scanning the area like they expected trouble.

  Mo Fan stayed perfectly still.

  Only when the st of them disappeared did Tang Yue release the tension in her shoulders.

  “Move,” she said. “We continue.”

  Mo Fan exhaled slowly. “You almost dragged me into the open.”

  “If I did not,” Tang Yue replied, “you would have been detected.”

  Mo Fan looked at her, then nodded once. “Understood.”

  Tang Yue did not waste more words. She stepped forward, eyes locked on the dried streambed ahead.

  “Whatever is causing this,” she said, “is close.”