Chapter 59 - The Curse Of Mo Yue'er
Lin Xian narrowed his eyes.
A faint golden ripple passed through his pupils.
«Nirvana God's Eye : Insight»
A soft hum echoed in his soul as the God's Eye activated.
Golden sigils spun across his irises like heavenly gears.
The mist peeled away.
The shadows around the two figures dissolved.
Their identities became clear.
Lin Xian's eyes widened slightly.
"…Them?"
Xiao Jin tilted his head, tail flicking.
"Mreow?"
Lin Xian exhaled softly. "Yes… it's them."
Without hesitation, he leapt from the branch.
Leaves spiraled in his wake.
He landed silently before the figures.
A calm, gentle voice greeted him first.
"Xian'er."
Standing there was Mo Zhen—the elderly man he had saved before.
His face remained kind, almost grandfatherly, but beneath that gentleness…
a deep, immeasurable aura hid like a sleeping ancient dragon.
One could not sense his realm at all.
Not because he was weak—
but because it was too refined to detect.
Beside him stood Mo Yue'er.
A cool breeze swept through her dark hair, making the girl look as if she were standing at the edge of an immortal landscape rather than a dark forest.
Graceful.
Serene.
Ethereal beyond mortal norms.
Lin Xian's expression involuntarily softened.
(…She's becoming more beautiful again.)
Even in his past life, he had met peerless goddesses, saintesses, immortal fairies from the Nirvana Realm and Heaven Realm—
—but none carried the same natural, unforced purity that Mo Yue'er possessed.
There was something…
otherworldly
in the way she existed.
As if her very presence didn't belong to the mortal realm at all.
Mo Yue'er bowed slightly.
"Brother Lin."
Her gentle voice carried a cooling effect, calming even the chaos of the forest's dark qi.
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A Question in the Fog
Lin Xian turned to Mo Zhen.
"Senior Mo," he said calmly, "why insist on entering the Black Veil Forest? The suppression inside is too abnormal. It's not something mortals—or even experts—should carelessly step into."
Mo Zhen's gaze deepened.
Then… he sighed.
It was the sigh of someone carrying a burden too heavy for the world.
"There is something I must retrieve."
"What thing?" Lin Xian asked.
Mo Zhen gently placed a hand on his granddaughter's shoulder.
"It is called the Solaris Yang Heart Fruit."
Lin Xian froze.
For a heartbeat, his pupils constricted.
"…Solaris Yang Heart Fruit?"
Even Xiao Jin stiffened, fur rising as if startled.
"Mrrr—?"
Lin Xian couldn't hide the shock in his voice.
"That fruit only appears in the Divine Realm. It is a pure Yang divine material… so why would it appear here? In a place overflowing with Yin qi?"
Mo Zhen nodded.
"That is what makes it both rare… and dangerous."
The old man's voice became low, ancient.
"The Solaris Yang Heart Fruit in this forest has mutated. Instead of growing in Yang-rich lands… it feeds on Yin."
Lin Xian's chest tightened slightly.
A Yang divine fruit that thrives in Yin?
Impossible.
Contradictory.
Blasphemous against natural law.
Unless—
His God's Eye flickered.
Unless something in this forest is warping the laws of Heaven…
Mo Zhen continued.
"I must go." Mo Zhen staggered forward, gripping his robe tightly. His voice cracked, desperate yet stubborn. "The Solaris Yang Heart only ripens once every seven years. If I miss it… she will die."
The night wind rustled the leaves. Lin Xian's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Who?"
Mo Zhen hesitated. His resolve wavered for the first time since Lin Xian saved him.
"…My granddaughter. Mo Yuer."
Lin Xian's expression shifted. Earlier he had sensed a strange purity in the girl's meridians—soft, bright, almost lunar. At the time he thought it was a rare physique. Now he understood something was off.
"What illness does she have?" Lin Xian asked.
Mo Zhen lowered himself to the ground as though the weight of the question crushed him. He clasped his hands together, voice trembling.
"She has… Heaven's Reversal Pulse."
"Her body cultivates on its own, drawing in force far beyond what a mortal vessel should endure. Her growth is terrifying. She reached late Foundation Realm at twelve… now she's seventeen and already Core Formation." His eyes were hollow. "But the price… the price is her life."
Lin Xian's eyes sharpened.
He had heard of this in his past life—once, in the upper realms. A curse-like Spiritual Constitution. A natural prodigy destined to burn out before adulthood unless nourished by extremely rare lunar-source treasures.
"She doesn't look sick," Lin Xian murmured.
"That is the cruelty," Mo Zhen whispered. "She will laugh… train… live like any other girl. Then on her nineteenth birthday, her heart will simply stop. With no signs and warnings."
The old man clenched his fists until blood dripped from his palms.
"I have searched for seventeen years. The Solaris Yang Heart Fruit is the last hope I have left. Even if it costs my life, I must retrieve it!"
No wonder Mo Zhen, with all his secrets and hidden strength, kept returning to this forbidden forest.
No wonder Mo Yue'er, normally radiant, looked slightly pale today.
Lin Xian closed his eyes briefly.
Past-life memories flickered—scrolls he once read, a dying saint he once saved, a moonlit treasure pulsing like a heartbeat.
Heaven's Reversal Pulse.
Yes… with the right treatment, the constitution did not have to be a death sentence. It could even become a supreme foundation.
He opened his eyes again.
"Senior Mo," Lin Xian said softly, "you don't have to go alone."
Mo Zhen stared at him, stunned.
"You mean…?"
Lin Xian's pale white hair fluttered under the moonlight. His eyes—deep, and mysterious—reflected a calm, unwavering determination.
"I know something of this condition. Enough to help."
He turned toward the depths of the forest.
"Lead the way. Tonight, we rest and tomorrow we will go and retrieve the fruit.
Mo Zhen choked, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes with a gratitude
For the first time, he realized—
This young man who saved him…
was not simple.
Mo Zhen lifted his head.
"Xian'er… this forest is not simple."
His eyes glinted like a sealed star.
"The suppression you sense is the result of two forces… but the second force is not Yin qi."
Lin Xian's heartbeat slowed.
"…Not Yin?"
Mo Zhen nodded.
"That second force… is foreign to this realm. It is something that should not exist here."
The mist trembled as if responding to his words.
Even Xiao Jin's tail bristled.
Lin Xian's Golden God Eye pulsed, sensing an echo, a faint ripple—
A memory of something he had fought in his previous life.
Something from the dept of darkness that always hungers for life,
Something that is related to the Void
Mo Zhen's voice grew solemn.
"This place… has been occupied by the same energy that once wounded me."
Lin Xian's breath halted.
Void Essence.
Voidborn.
A corruption that devours life and law.
So the Black Veil Forest…
was tied to the very enemy that destroyed his past life.
This... was no mere "forest" at all.
It was a wound in the world.
And something inside it was starting to awaken.
A dark wind blew—
as if the forest itself had overheard their conversation.
To be continued…