Mo Xingyun could not contain himself and rushed back to the Mo Clan estate the moment everything was finished.
On the bed, the beautiful woman who had lain motionless for a full year now showed clear signs of recovery.
Her aura was stabilizing—improving steadily—like a miracle cure taking effect instantly.
When Mo Xingyun saw it, his eyes turned red with emotion.
"Wife!"
For an entire year she had been like a sleeping corpse.
Now, even though she had not yet awakened, her breathing had returned to a normal rhythm.
Mo Xingyun himself was a Heavenly Phenomenon Realm cultivator—he could sense her life force clearly.
The Mo Clan members gathered around her, overwhelmed with joy.
Lin Ye did not intrude.
He simply waited at the gates with the Blacksteel Panther.
Not long after, Mo Ziqi walked out, holding the Dreamheart Lotus carefully in her hands.
"My father is too emotional to come himself," she said softly."He asked me to deliver this and apologize for keeping Young Master Lin waiting."
Lin Ye accepted the Dreamheart Lotus.
With this, he now possessed two of the three main ingredients.
Only one remained before he could refine a sixth-grade pill.
Even Lin Ye could not stop the faint curve of satisfaction at the corner of his lips.
He stored the lotus away, then looked at Mo Ziqi.
From the very first glance, he had seen her unique constitution.
"Your spiritual power is ten times that of ordinary people," Lin Ye said calmly."If you don't control it in time, at most half a year from now… your mind will collapse into chaos."
Mo Ziqi froze.
She had not expected Lin Ye to speak about her condition so bluntly.
And what he said was not an exaggeration—she could feel it herself.
Lin Ye then produced a thin manual and placed it into her hands.
"An introductory grimoire on curse arts."
"If you can master it, come to the Fenglei Mystic Sect and find me."
"If you cannot… then prepare your funeral within half a year."
Mo Ziqi's body trembled.
This was not a threat.
It was a verdict.
"This… I… I can cultivate?" she whispered.
She had never heard of curse arts before.
This path was extremely secretive—almost inaccessible to normal people.
She had always known something was wrong with her mind, but never knew the solution could be cultivation in an entirely different system.
If this could truly save her…
she would never let such a chance slip away.
"Thank you, Young Master Lin!"
She accepted the grimoire with trembling hands.
Lin Ye had saved her mother's life.
Now, he had also given her a way to survive.
Even if he had not demanded gratitude, she would remember this forever.
Lin Ye mounted the Blacksteel Panther.
"Let's go."
The beast launched forward with one powerful leap, vanishing into the darkness like a shadow.
Mo Ziqi stood there watching, a faint sadness stirring in her heart.
"He seems… in such a hurry," she murmured quietly.
Did he not want to stay?
Not even to talk?
Not even a few more words?
Was she truly so lacking in charm?
Yet she quickly reminded herself—
Lin Ye was a Star River Realm powerhouse.
His world was far beyond hers.
Unless she could keep up with his pace…
she would never enter his gaze.
Mo Ziqi lowered her head, staring at the grimoire.
She could feel it—her spiritual power was already condensing, surging, hungering to be trained.
"The Fenglei Mystic Sect…"
"I will go."
The Blacksteel Panther sprinted through the forest.
After running over three hundred miles, it suddenly stopped.
Its nose pressed to the ground as it sniffed intensely.
Lin Ye, meditating on its back, opened his eyes.
"You found something?"
His heart leapt with joy.
There were three main ingredients:
Cloud-Gang Grass, Dreamheart Lotus, and Myriad Netherleaf.
The Blacksteel Panther was not only associated with Cloud-Gang Grass—
it also had extreme sensitivity toward Myriad Netherleaf.
That plant held irresistible attraction for it.
If it was nearby, it could sense it.
"If it's truly the Myriad Netherleaf…"
"then tonight I'll collect all three."
Lin Ye did not interfere.
He let the Blacksteel Panther move slowly forward.
But as soon as they entered the territory of another powerful beast…
Lin Ye instantly felt it.
A terrifying pressure descended from the dark forest like a crushing weight.
Ahead lay a pitch-black cave.
On a rock at the cave entrance stood a solitary figure—cold, proud, and lethal.
Its eyes glowed crimson as it stared down into the forest.
The Blacksteel Panther immediately sensed overwhelming suppression.
It crouched low, growling in fear.
Lin Ye's brows tightened.
A fifth-rank beast.
The Frostmoon Wolf King.
The wolf exhaled cold, vicious breath.
Its gaze locked onto Lin Ye and the panther.
It could sense Lin Ye's threat.
If Lin Ye were merely passing through, it might have allowed him to leave.
But Lin Ye had clearly come with purpose.
So the Frostmoon Wolf King straightened its body—
and with one explosive launch—
it attacked.
BOOM!
Its beast power erupted before its paws even touched the ground.
The shockwave alone cracked the earth.
Lin Ye vanished instantly, using the Heavenly Stratagem Drifting Dragon Steps, dodging forward.
But the Frostmoon Wolf King was faster.
It caught up in an instant, slammed its paw—
and sent Lin Ye flying.
BANG!
Lin Ye twisted midair, kicked off a tree trunk, and shot down, landing hard.
The moment he landed—
the wolf's paw came down again.
Lin Ye blocked with his sword.
Blood-asura aura condensed, roaring around him.
His Asura Blood Armor flared—he had deliberately taken the first strike just to test the wolf's strength.
But it was obvious.
Even second-stage Blood Armor was insufficient against that claw.
"At most ten hits," Lin Ye calculated."After that, the armor collapses."
This Frostmoon Wolf King was at least mid-fifth rank.
A casual swipe could kill any ordinary Star River Realm cultivator.
Lin Ye did not hesitate.
"Berserk Blood Curse!"
He drew power from the Blood Sea.
Even the blood-star began to pour force down.
His cultivation surged.
Star River Realm, third stage.
"Kill!"
"Ninefold Blood Slaughter!"
"Eight Wastelands Blood-Butcher Force!"
Lin Ye swung.
Nine blood-red sword energies crashed down like a storm.
But the Frostmoon Wolf King displayed monstrous speed, slipping backward—
and in a blink, it was outside Lin Ye's killing range.
BOOOOM!
The forest detonated.
The explosion echoed across ten miles.
But Lin Ye's strike—missed.
He swallowed an advanced Qi-restoring pill.
His gaze darkened.
This wolf was going to be troublesome.
Moonless night.
High winds.
In a calmer stretch of the Wind-Thunder River, a black ship approached shore silently.
It was huge—almost one hundred feet long.
Dozens of figures leapt off.
One man raised his hand—
and in an instant, the entire ship was pulled into a storage ring.
A storage ring capable of holding a ship.
He gave orders.
"Split into three teams."
"Upper, middle, lower."
"Search him out no matter what."
"Yes!"
They removed their rain cloaks.
Their uniforms beneath bore a blood-red tombstone emblem.
The Blood-Stele Legion.
Twelve per squad.
Thirty-six total.