Chapter 60 – The Cure
The night air was heavy with damp earth and the faint scent of rotting leaves.
The Black Veil Forest loomed like a crouching beast.
Mo Zhen’s expression was tense as he looked at Lin Xian, his fingers clenching and unclenching with nervous energy.
“Little friend Lin… about what you said earlier—about curing Yue’er.” His voice tightened. “Even those High Elder Alchemists said they had no confidence. Even with the Solaris Yang Heart Fruit, they only dared say ‘perhaps’…”
Lin Xian nodded calmly, white hair drifting in the night breeze.
“I can cure her,” he said lightly.
Mo Zhen froze.
“…You can?”
“Yes.” Lin Xian’s gaze was steady. “After I cure her, her unstable talent will stabilize. Her growth will become even more terrifying than now. She will become a heavenly genius who stands out across realms.”
Mo Zhen’s eyes trembled with hope and disbelief—but Lin Xian’s eyebrows twitched the moment he remembered something the old man mentioned earlier.
Mid Core Formation at age seventeen.
Lin Xian took a deep breath.
(…Why? Just WHY?)
He looked up at the sky and questioned his entire life.
(I am reborn. A peerless genius in my past life. A Heavenly King of Nirvana, for heaven’s sake…)
(So why are there monsters everywhere around me?)
First was Xiao Jin—the little emperor who only knew how to eat, sleep, play, and roll around.
Yet somehow,
mid-stage Spirit Foundation at that age.
Now Mo Yue’er—gentle, cute, and soft-spoken—
but also a mid Core Formation cultivator at seventeen.
Lin Xian’s face darkened slightly.
(Are THEY the main characters, or am I the main character here?)
He sighed deeply, looking like someone who discovered his script had been swapped.
Lin Xian actually used to read a lot of those fiction Scrolls and Codexm during his free time during his past lives.
Mo Zhen blinked, confused. “Little friend Lin…?”
“Nothing.” Lin Xian cleared his throat and returned to the topic. “About Yue’er’s cure—your Solaris Yang Heart Fruit alone is far from enough.”
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Mo Zhen stiffened.
“W-What? But the High Elder Alchemists said—”
“They’re wrong.” Lin Xian’s tone was final. “The fruit is only one key. To refine the proper pill, you need three additional rare materials as stabilizers, a unique spiritual catalyst… and most importantly—”
He paused.
“…a mantra.”
Mo Zhen stared blankly. “A… mantra?”
Lin Xian nodded.
“This illness—Heaven’s Reversal Pulse—cannot be cured by medicinal power alone. The true method requires a specialized mantra to guide the internal transformation. Without it, the cure fails. Even if she survives temporarily, she will rupture her meridians on her nineteenth birthday.”
Mo Zhen’s face drained of all color.
“All this time… I thought the fruit was enough. If I hadn’t met you…”
His voice cracked. “Yue’er… would…”
Lin Xian’s voice softened.
“You did your best, Senior Mo. But the real method has already been lost across all realms.”
He raised a hand.
A faint ember-like glow flickered between his fingers—silent, steady, and ancient.
“However, a friend of mine once cured this illness. I inherited his incomplete legacy, and with the Heart of Silent Flame Codex, I can reconstruct the entire treatment.”
The moment Lin Xian spoke of the Heart of Silent Flame Codex, Mo Zhen eyes sharpened.
Heart of Silent Flame.
That was not a name ordinary cultivators knew.
Even many high-rank alchemists had never heard of such a codex. Mo Zhen himself had only seen a fragmented reference to it once — buried in an ancient archive scroll describing lost flame inheritances of the Upper Realms.
Mo Zhen trembled—not out of fear, but relief so overwhelming it burned his eyes.
“Little friend Lin… you are Yue’er’s great benefactor. If she can live… if she can break her fate… I—”
Lin Xian interrupted gently.
“Don’t thank me yet. We still need to gather the remaining materials—only then can the true cure begin.”
Mo Zhen bowed deeply, his voice hoarse.
“Just tell me what you need. Even if I must walk through fire or blades, I will obtain them.”
Lin Xian nodded.
“Then let’s save her together.”
Mo Zhen’s gaze slowly shifted to the young man’s back — the drifting white hair, the calm posture, the steady aura that never once wavered under pressure.
Mo Zhen’s fists slowly tightened within his sleeves.
High Elder Alchemists failed to cure Mo Yue'er
Yet this man stood there as if curing Heaven’s Reversal Pulse was merely a matter of gathering ingredients.
His heart pounded once.
Mo Yun felt a faint chill run down his spine.
Who exactly… is he?
He had originally assumed Lin Xian was a gifted young cultivator with rare talent.
But talent alone could not explain this.
Knowledge like this did not come from sect libraries.
It did not come from wandering luck. It did not come from coincidence.
It came from inheritance.
Or from someone who had walked paths far beyond this realm.
If he can truly cure Yue’er…
Then this young man’s background is something even our Mo Clan may not be qualified to probe.
While Mo Zhen is still thinking about all this,
Lin Xian lifted his hand, drawing several glowing characters in the air—each representing a material name. The symbols pulsed with gentle heat, illuminating the darkness.
“These are the materials needed to refine the cure for Yue'er.”
Mo Zhen leaned closer, breath held.
1. Scarlet Solar Marrow (Difficulty: Extremely Rare)
Lin Xian explained,
“It is formed only when pure Yang qi condenses underground for a hundred years. A drop is enough to reshape meridians. But it’s usually guarded by fire-type spirit beasts—or hidden inside volcanic rifts.”
Mo Zhen’s eyes widened. “Just one drop?”
“Even one drop is a miracle to obtain,” Lin Xian said.
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2. Lunarshade Yin Petal (Difficulty: Forbidden Grade)
A silver symbol floated before them.
“This flower blooms only where yin qi is so dense it kills normal cultivators instantly. One petal neutralizes the recoil from the Yang Heart Fruit. Without it, Yue’er’s body will collapse during treatment.”
Mo Zhen felt his scalp go numb.
“That… sounds nearly impossible.”
Lin Xian nodded.
“Most who search for it never return.”
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3. Heaven-Mending Obsidian Sand (Difficulty: Unknown – Lost Material)
The final character shone with a shifting dark glow.
“This is the hardest material,” Lin Xian said quietly. “Obsidian Sand forms when the soul of a dying divine beast collapses into dust. The sand can mend spiritual pathways that are not meant to exist… pathways Yue’er will need.”
Mo Zhen’s pupils trembled.
“This… I’ve never even heard of it.”
“No one has for hundreds of years,” Lin Xian said. “But we need at least a handful.”
Mo Zhen’s expression slowly grew pale.
“These materials… even Celestial Alchemists would shiver…”
Lin Xian didn’t deny it.
“This illness has never been simple.”
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Mo Zhen closed his eyes, steadying himself—then reached into his storage ring.
“…At least… I have this.”
He opened his palm.
A small jade bottle, sealed with nine spiritual marks, floated above his hand.
Inside glowed a thick, shimmering drop of crimson light.
Lin Xian’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Scarlet Solar Marrow.”
A flicker of shock rippled through his silver irises—rare and fleeting.
"How can divine-grade Scarlett Solar Marrow appear in this lower realm?"
Mo Zhen nodded, smiling bitterly.
“I stumbled upon it by accident decades ago. Nearly died for it. I kept it for Yue’er, hoping it might help someday… but I never knew it was one of the key materials.”
Lin Xian examined the glow.
The drop pulsed fiercely—far purer than he expected.
“With this, we are one step closer,” Lin Xian said warmly.
Mo Zhen let out a shaky breath, relief and hope mixing in his aged eyes.
“Just tell me how to obtain the rest. No matter how dangerous… I will not hesitate.”
Lin Xian folded his hands behind his back, white hair drifting.
“Then our path will take us deep into the Black Veil Forest.
Because the next material—the Lunarshade Yin Petal—can only be found in one place.”
To be continued
