Chapter 53

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Chen Mo could empathize with Qu Xinghe, a father who had lost his dearest, the despair and fury that arose from such a loss. He said calmly, "City Lord Qu, medicine cannot save the dead. If you delay any further, your daughter will be gone."

"This boy is arrogant," Yan Zhiwu screamed, jumping up and down. How could he let this person treat her? Although Qu Tianyao was already beyond medical help, if she were somehow cured, wouldn't it make him look foolish and irredeemable?

"What level of alchemist are you? Who have you cured before? How dare you speak so arrogantly here?" Yan Zhiwu glared and questioned Chen Mo, his eyes flashing with anger. His cunning words were meant to intimidate and obstruct Chen Mo. He continued, "The dead should be respected. Do you dare to let her die in unrest?"

Fang Yingzhu's eyes gleamed with malice, and he added fuel to the fire, trying to force Chen Mo to back down. "Do you have a pill that can bring the dead back to life? Show it to us."

Huai Haomiao's white eyebrows twitched, and he remained silent, his lips tightly closed. He knew that Qu Tianyao was beyond help unless a miracle occurred.

Qu Xinghe's icy eyes were filled with death, his expression both mournful and chillingly murderous. He looked at Chen Mo with suspicion and anger, waiting for him to produce an extraordinary pill or some unusual technique. It seemed that if Chen Mo couldn't produce it, he would be killed on the spot to accompany his daughter in death.

Chen Mo felt the gazes of everyone like thousands of sharp knives, slicing him to pieces. He inwardly grumbled, "I don't have any top-grade elixirs. I wouldn't even take out the thousand-tael gold ticket pill. I have nothing in my hands; the only thing that can save her is the little green liquid in my consciousness sea."

But this method of treatment was too shocking and dangerous. It could not be revealed to others.

He glanced around, a brilliant idea forming in his mind, and reached into his pocket.

Time seemed to freeze.

A crude, ugly, and greenish, sticky pill lay in Chen Mo's palm.

Everyone's eyes widened, their attention fixed on the pale green pill. There was no fragrance, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to have a bean-like smell. There was no trace of energy, and even more comically, some small pieces were falling off. Compared to the Nephrite Pill, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Chen Mo's heart didn't race, and his breathing didn't quicken. He cleared his throat and, imitating Fang Yingzhu's demeanor, praised the pill: "My pill may look unremarkable, but its internal power is very strong and profound. It is a rare medicine, and how can ordinary eyes see its profound nature?"

Little Eight, hiding behind the threshold, covered his turtle face with a claw and sighed. "Master, you can lie so confidently. I, Wang Ba, am truly in awe, my face red with embarrassment. That's clearly just the leftover half of a green bean cake you shaped into a pill. How shameful, truly shameful."

Fang Yingzhu glared at the pill and let out a series of cold laughs. "City Lord Qu, are you really going to feed this pill to Miss Qu?" As a second-grade alchemist, he dealt with medicines every day. Even the cheapest pills had some spiritual energy, varying only in the rarity of their ingredients and the effectiveness of their effects. This pill, however, had no spiritual energy at all.

Yan Zhiwu frowned, finding the pill strange and completely different from any he had seen or tasted before. Hearing Fang Yingzhu's words, he laughed inwardly and sternly rebuked, "Xuan Yuan Mo, do you think we are blind?"

Qu Xinghe, in his love for his daughter, was in a state of turmoil. He glanced at the old alchemist Huai Haomiao, seeking his advice.

Huai Haomiao paused, then focused his senses on the pill for a moment. He couldn't identify it and shook his head, remaining silent.

Qu Xinghe's brows furrowed in a terrifying manner, and he roared, "Boy, you are a fraud, bringing a fake pill here. Are you looking for death?"

The anger of a powerful person could destroy the world, and any resistance would be obliterated in an instant.

Chen Mo stood tall, fearless in the face of danger, and stubbornly insisted, "City Lord Qu, beyond the mountains, there are more mountains. This pill might just save Miss Qu." He spoke with righteous indignation and continued, "Don't miss this chance to save your daughter."

Qu Xinghe's forehead veins bulged as he looked at Chen Mo's righteous and determined demeanor. He hesitated.

"Click," Jasmine, who knew nothing about pills, only that the young miss would be gone if not treated, rushed to Qu Xinghe and knelt down, her heart breaking and tears streaming down her face. "City Lord, please give him a chance. Let him try. If the young miss really..." She bowed her head to the ground, her forehead turning purple and blue.

"Jasmine will accompany the young miss in death." Another "click" as her head hit the ground, blood and tears mingling, a heart-wrenching sight. Jasmine thought to herself, "I may be just a maid, but the young miss is such a good person, kind and compassionate. She saved me from the clutches of evil and treated me well. If the young miss dies, I don't want to live either."

Chen Mo's facial muscles were stiff and cold, unable to bear the sorrow. Seeing the maid Jasmine kneeling and risking her life to plead for his chance, it felt like thorns piercing his heart, making it bleed. He felt a deep sorrow and a chill.

His deep eyes showed a resolute determination. One day, he would rise higher, looking down on all others like Qu Xinghe does now.

His eyes slowly turned red, and he took the initiative, his voice stern and commanding, "Jasmine, stay. City Lord Qu, please wait outside. All others, leave. City Lord Qu, do you still want your daughter's life?"

Qu Xinghe's heart trembled as he looked into Chen Mo's deep, distant, and red eyes. The question about his daughter's life suddenly woke him up. Indeed, what was more precious than his daughter's life?

"Jasmine, follow Xuan Yuan Mo's instructions and take good care of the young miss." Qu Xinghe's frown relaxed, and he made his decision.

Jasmine, surprised and delighted, quickly got up, ignoring the blood on her forehead, and urged, "Young Master Xuan Yuan, quickly."

Fang Yingzhu sneered, turned around with a high and cold demeanor, and left. He glanced at Chen Mo with disdain, confident that the pill had no spiritual energy. He then narrowed his eyes and signaled to Yan Zhiwu, who was seething with anger, to leave and wait for the show to begin.

The light silk curtains fell, and the people outside could only see vaguely.

Chen Mo had Jasmine support Qu Tianyao, helping her sit up, and he leaped onto the carved bed. Ignoring the gasps of shock from outside and the overwhelming pressure, he sat cross-legged in front of her.

"Jasmine, thank you," Chen Mo said with a sincere smile. No matter what, it was her plea in the critical moment that made Qu Xinghe put aside his doubts and give him a chance.

"Save the talk. I care about my young miss. Not for you. If you don't save her, I'll bite a piece out of you," Jasmine's eyes were fierce, a stark contrast to her previous weak and tearful state.

"Ha ha~" Chen Mo laughed. This girl was tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He sighed, looked at the green bean cake pill in his hand, and, to avoid suspicion, placed it in Qu Tianyao's mouth.

He held Qu Tianyao's delicate wrists, and the Bright Mystic Qi surged within him, rising gently.

In his consciousness sea, the small sprout was lush and vibrant, radiating vitality. However, the entry of the Bright Mystic Qi made the two leaves, one large and one small, tightly wrap around each other, as if a bandit had illegally invaded and was harming the young sprout.

Chen Mo knew that he had repeatedly drained the sprout, and it would avoid him if it sensed that he wasn't there to nourish it.

But now, with no choice, he tried to persuade it. "Just a small drop. If I cure Miss Qu, I'll get the hundred thousand taels of gold, and I'll definitely buy you the best elixirs to nourish you."

The Bright Mystic Qi continued to swirl and press, determined to make it release a drop.

The sprout trembled, suddenly changing direction. It resisted the Bright Mystic Qi's pull, thinking, "Cows get fresh grass every day. What do you have to offer?"

Chen Mo felt a deep sorrow and cried out inwardly, "I'm poor, right? If I fail this time, I'll be killed. If I die, what will happen to you? I'm doing this for your own good."

The sprout trembled, reluctantly opening its leaves and gradually releasing a small drop of green liquid. A green light appeared, and the Bright Mystic Qi intertwined with it, like a warm spring sun bringing the breath of life.

Jasmine's eyes were wide open, her body trembling as she supported Qu Tianyao, watching Chen Mo with intense nervousness. His arms suddenly swelled, as if a great power was surging, contrasting sharply with his pale, sickly face.

Outside, Qu Xinghe paced anxiously, his fists cracking. He occasionally glanced through the light silk curtains.

Yan Zhiwu and the others sneered, their faces twisted with malice. This boy was daring, and he was definitely going to die.

Chen Mo's eyes sparkled with determination as he channeled the Bright Mystic Qi into Qu Tianyao's delicate wrists and meridians.

With a "boom," the Bright Mystic Qi met the black qi, like two armies clashing in a fierce battle. The black qi, like a snarling demon, tried to devour the Bright Mystic Qi.

However, the Bright Mystic Qi radiated a powerful and radiant energy, piercing through the black qi and breaking it apart.

The black qi, like ice meeting a flame, quickly melted and disintegrated.

The green threads in the Bright Mystic Qi repaired the damaged meridians and flesh, slowly and steadily, like withered branches turning green and regaining vitality.

Qu Tianyao's delicate fingers, once pale, now glowed with a soft, pearl-like pink, the black qi completely gone.

Jasmine's teeth chattered with tension, seeing the black qi still lingering on her young miss's face, with no signs of waking up, making her feel suffocated with anxiety.

As Jasmine had feared, Chen Mo's Bright Mystic Qi now faced its greatest challenge. After entering the internal organs, the black qi surged relentlessly, like a mountain collapsing and a sea roaring, forming dark clouds that almost overwhelmed the Bright Mystic Qi.

With no other choice, Chen Mo gritted his teeth, his hands sweating as he held Qu Tianyao's. He gathered the Bright Mystic Qi in his body, like a bellows, continuously pumping it into Qu Tianyao's internal organs, bringing the healing energy with it.

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