Forty-eight hours to find genuine Spirit Stones!
Inside the frost-covered north hall of Courtyard No. 1, Grandma Chen (Goodness: 98/100) held Little Guo’er’s icy small hands against her own warm cheek, tears spilling down her wrinkled face.
“My poor Guo’er... take Grandma’s warmth, don’t be cold...” Grandma Chen sobbed softly.
Lin Mo stood beside the Golden Phoebe Nanmu bed, his right palm pressed steadily against Little Guo’er’s back. Golden streams of Rank 3 Peak Martial Grandmaster qi flowed from his dantian into her tiny meridians, forming a temporary warm cocoon around the flickering nine-leaf lotus phantom.
With Chu Lingxiao (Goodness: 97/100) also resting two fingers on the corner of the Golden Phoebe bed to stabilize the ambient qi, the white hoarfrost on Little Guo’er’s eyebrows stopped spreading. Her breathing evened out into a shallow, fragile sleep.
“Boss Lin, your pure golden qi and Fairy Chu’s Rank 3 Peak Half-Step Sword Sovereign aura bought us forty-eight hours,” Dr. Gu Qinghe (Goodness: 96/100) whispered, wiping the frost from his glasses. “But mortal martial qi is still one realm below immortal spiritual energy. Only genuine Low-Grade Spirit Stones mined from an underground spirit-vein can permanently stabilize her Innate Pure-Lotus Root.”
Lin Mo slowly withdrew his hand, tucking the cashmere quilt around Little Guo’er’s chin. When he turned toward the hall doorway, the gentle warmth in his eyes was replaced by a calm, razor-sharp chill.
