Since returning from the Healing Division, Mo Han did not rest for even a breath.
The large bundles of thick leather-bound manuals were scattered across the open hall of his stone house. Unlike a normal disciple who would pick one book and spend days struggling to morize even a single Chapter, Mo Han had all ten manuals opened at once. His eyes scanned the pages as if drinking water after a long drought, and his fingers tapped lightly on the floor in strange rhythms, following the flow of ntal calculations.
It looked impossible—ten manuals of knowledge ant for a year’s worth of study, open and spilling their secrets in a single night. Yet Mo Han sat there like a monk of wisdom, absorbing line after line, formula after formula, incantation after incantation.
At first, Jia Kai and Chi Kai exchanged worried glances. But after watching how focused he was, they no longer disturbed him. They simply sat quietly to the side, cultivating their own techniques.
Hours stretched into the deep-night.
Mo Han’s mind linked with the inherited mories of Leo Reynold, the ancient master whose soul fragnts had long ago embedded themselves into Mo Han. Each-page he read connected seamlessly with those mories—countless herbs and their uses, mystical healing formulas, spiritual diagrams of human ridians.
His lips moved faintly, whispering terms:
"Spirit-thread ginseng... for repairing torn veins."
"Golden lotus dew... suppresses yin fire in the throat ridian."
"Scarlet blossom root... only three breaths in boiling water, or the poison remains."
At the sa ti, he closed his eyes and simulated practice in his mindscape. Within his consciousness, he perford needle insertions on phantom bodies, mixed herbs into glowing solutions, and stabilized internal qi with the precision of a master. The knowledge was not rely morized—it was lived, imagined, and perfected.
Finally, among the countless paths of healing, Mo Han chose one that resonated with his unique fate—the Pleasure Healer techniques.
They were not ordinary thods. Unlike orthodox healers who only cured wounds and diseases, the Pleasure Healer techniques revolved around balancing Yin and Yang energies between n and won, restoring vitality, nding damaged ridians through duality, and even prolonging life through intimate exchanges of aura. It was dangerous for the unprepared—but for Mo Han, born with the heaven-defying Yin-Yang Sword Saint Physique, it was the perfect match.
The luminous fla lanterns burned deep into the night, their light flickering on Mo Han’s calm yet intense face. He didn’t stop. His hands moved constantly: one holding a brush to copy formations, another flipping manuals, and occasionally pricking his own hand with a needle to test points of aura circulation.
When midnight passed, he finally stood up and left the stone house quietly. Both Jia Kai and Chi Kai were startled awake, but before they could ask, Mo Han had already vanished into the darkness.
At the Academy Hall, he spent nearly fifty spirit stones buying all the basic instrunts of a healer:
A 72-silver spiritual needle set, finely carved, each tip glowing faintly with inscriptions to guide qi flow.
Dozens of common herbs—green lotus leaves, moonflower seeds, scarlet vines, frost-root powder.
Grinding stones, mixing bowls, and jade containers to preserve mixtures.
The steward gave him a puzzled look. "You... just joined yesterday. And already buying this much? Are you certain, disciple?"
Mo Han smiled faintly. "Healing is not about ti. It is about will."
The steward blinked, unsure whether to laugh or take him seriously.
Mo Han returned to his stone house and continued throughout the night. No sleep. No rest. Only knowledge.
When the first rays of dawn touched the courtyard, Jia Kai awoke from her ditation. What she saw stunned her.
Mo Han sat in the sa lotus position, surrounded by opened manuals and herbs, a luminous fla hovering above him like a small sun. His fingers traced through pages so quickly they seed like shadows, and yet his expression was calm, serene, focused.
Chi Kai soon woke up as well, her hair still loose from sleep. She rubbed her eyes, stared at him, and whispered in disbelief, "He... he’s still at it? All night?"
Jia Kai’s lips pressed into a line. "Yes. He hasn’t moved once since yesterday."
Chi Kai’s face softened with admiration. "I never expected Mo Han to have such a will. It feels... almost frightening."
Jia Kai sighed. "He’s more stubborn than even this. But I really wonder..." She turned to the empty corner where Fatty Lambu’s blanket lay untouched. "That fellow didn’t return all night. By any chance... did he fall prey to one of those seductive won? If so, his life will be miserable from now on."
Chi Kai covered her mouth, half worried, half amused.
Just then, Mo Han exhaled deeply and finally stood up. His eyes were brighter, sharper, as though he had stepped through a fire.
Both sisters imdiately rushed over.
"You’ve been reading all night!" Chi Kai said. "Do you even understand what you just absorbed?"
Mo Han’s lips curled into a faint smile. "Not only do I understand, I’ve already practiced them in my mind. Every solution. Every needle strike. Every circulation pattern."
Jia Kai frowned. "You’re saying... you already mastered all this? In one night?"
Mo Han didn’t deny it. "The questions you have—ask them now."
The sisters imdiately fired queries. Chi Kai picked up a random manual and asked, "Then tell —what is the best cure for ridian poisoning caused by swallowing impure Yin?"
Mo Han answered instantly, "Three drops of moonflower essence mixed with frost-root powder. Apply with acupuncture on the throat ridian to cleanse the poison. No more, or the frost-root will freeze the veins."
Jia Kai followed up, flipping another page. "What about broken soul threads from a backlash in cultivation?"
Mo Han smiled faintly. "Only spiritual harmonization through dual cultivation can stabilize it. But if you insist on herbs, golden lotus dew with scarlet blossom root can delay the damage for seven days."
Both sisters stared at him in shock.
"This... this is impossible..." Chi Kai whispered.
Mo Han simply shook his head and gathered the manuals into a neat pile. "Impossible is only a word used by those who lack the will to try."
As the sun dipped low again, Mo Han finally stretched his arms, his eyes gleaming with excitent.
"Where are you going?" Chi Kai asked as she saw him head toward the door.
"Of course—to test my new knowledge," Mo Han replied casually.
"What do you an?" Jia Kai stepped forward quickly, worry flashing in her eyes.
"The Academy Hall elder said that disciples of the Healing Division can practice by treating those who co seeking aid. That way, I can both fulfill my sect missions and sharpen my skills."
He adjusted his robe and fastened his new jade needle case at his waist. "Now it’s ti to see if theory matches reality."
Both sisters exchanged a look of disbelief.
"You just learned about these techniques yesterday," Jia Kai muttered under her breath. "And now you want to heal people? How reckless can you be..."
Chi Kai whispered back, "Or how confident..."
They stood at the doorway, watching Mo Han walk into the distance, his steps steady, his back straight, his aura carrying a strange, unshakable weight.
Neither of them could decide whether to fear for him... or admire him.
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