In front of the Lin's house, when Mo Wangchen and the others arrived, the boy guarding the door recognized Lin Jing at a glance and hurriedly came forward to greet her.
"Where's my dad?" Lin Jing nodded and asked.
"The master of the house and his concubine are in the backyard, I'm going to report them." The boy said respectfully.
"No need." Lin Jing waved her hand, and then walked into the Lin family with Mo Wangchen and Baijincheng.
In the backyard, Lin Tianwan, Lin Mengyao, and Mo Xiaotian were sitting in front of a stone table. When they saw Lin Jing and the other three approaching, Lin Tianwan stood up first and said with a smile, "Jing'er, you are back.
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"Dad, are you okay?"
Lin Jing was shocked. Lin Tianwang's complexion was obviously much worse than when she left. He was as pale as snow, like a terminally ill person.
"It's okay." Lin Tianwan shook his head, but he sighed in his heart. Only he knows the extent of his injuries best, and he is afraid that he will be bedridden soon.
"If Chen'er is still here, he will definitely be able to find a way to treat him..."
Mo Xiaotian supported Lin Mengyao and walked over. After the news of Mo Wangchen's death at the Immortal Burial Ground came back, Lin Mengyao had been crying all day, and now she has become much thinner.
If Mo Xiaotian hadn't been with him, he might have stopped thinking about it.
"Why……"
Seeing them all like this, Mo Wangchen, who came with Lin Jing, couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little sad in his heart.
Fortunately, my parents are all safe...
"This little friend is..."
Mo Wangchen's sigh attracted the attention of Lin Tianwang and the others. They looked at each other one after another. They recognized Baijincheng, but it was obvious that they had never seen the young man in white before them.
Amidst the doubts of the three of them, they saw Mo Wangchen walking in front of Lin Mengyao and Mo Xiaotian. Under their surprised eyes, he bent his knees and knelt down on the spot.
"Mom and Dad, my child is unfilial and makes you worried..."
Mo Xiaotian's face was stunned, and he subconsciously said, "Little friend, what do you mean, we are not yours..."
All of a sudden, a strange young man knelt down on the spot and recognized his parents when he came up. No one could react at the moment.
"Chen...Chen'er?!"
On the contrary, Lin Mengyao was the first to react. Her voice trembled slightly. Although she didn't recognize Mo Wangchen's appearance, the voice he spoke just now made her extremely familiar.
It was his child who had ‘died’ for two years!
Buzz!
But they saw that after Mo Wangchen kowtowed, he raised his head, and his appearance gradually changed, returning to his own appearance.
"Chen'er!"
Lin Tianwang and the other two people exclaimed at the same time, and they suddenly thought of something. Mo Wangchen had mastered the face-changing technique of Piaomiao Palace.
"Is it really you?" Lin Mengyao felt that everything was not real. The child who was supposed to die was now back in front of her again two years later. She felt as if she was really dreaming.
"It's me, dad, mom, uncle, I'm back." Mo Wangchen nodded heavily, his eyes couldn't help but become moist.
Then, under the excited eyes of everyone, Mo Wangchen began to explain his experiences in the past two years.
"When you jumped into the endless abyss, you landed on the fairy coffin and spent two years in the fairy coffin?"
Lin Tian was speechless, let alone himself, no one would have thought of this, right?
Mo Wangchen nodded, "The Immortal Coffin is the resting place of the Immortal. There are Immortal Sutra patterns. It took me two years to comprehend the Immortal Scripture patterns, and finally I was able to control the Immortal Coffin and break out of the ground..."
"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later. He is worthy of being my son, Mo Xiaotian!" Mo Xiaotian's eyes sparkled, and his face was filled with indescribable excitement.
Mo Wangchen and Mo Xiaotian hugged each other affectionately, and then he looked at the pale Lin Tianwan and said, "Uncle, I have heard about your injury. The primary purpose of coming back this time is
, is to treat you and repair the cracks in the spiritual sea."
"Do you have a way to treat my injury?" Lin Tianwang looked surprised, but soon sighed again, "If you are talking about the holy medicine in the Emperor Meteor Mountains..."
His first reaction was the holy medicine. After all, when Mo Wangchen's spiritual sea was shattered, Holy Master Piaomiao also entered the Dediyun Mountains to pick up the holy medicine for him to repair the spiritual sea.
But the severity of his injury was different. Lin Tianwan's spiritual sea was not completely destroyed, but only cracked, making the holy medicine useless.
It would be too dangerous to completely destroy the spiritual sea and then take the holy medicine to recover. If the spiritual sea is destroyed, there is a high probability that he will die immediately. The reason why Mo Wangchen was able to survive in the first place was probably because of his divine power.
Because of the royal body.
"No." Mo Wangchen shook his head, then smiled and said, "It's an elixir. I know there is an elixir that can repair my uncle's spiritual sea."
"Elixir?"
Hearing these words, Lin Tianwan and Mo Xiaotian couldn't help but look at each other. Lin Mengyao stood up and said, "Chen'er, do you really have a way? We asked the old master of Ni Dan Sect to see it, and he was half
He is in the Bu Emperor Realm and is a ninth-grade alchemist, but there is nothing he can do about it."
Mo Wangchen nodded and said with a smile, "Don't worry, this is a holy elixir. As for the medicinal materials, we have almost found them just now. There are two more indispensable items. One is one from the Emperor's Meteor Mountain Range.
I happen to have the holy medicine right here, and there is another one..."
While speaking, Mo Wangchen turned his eyes to Lin Tianwan, "I need a drop of my uncle's blood essence, so there is at least an 80% chance that this elixir will be successfully refined."
"I don't have much time left, so it doesn't matter if I have some essence and blood, but what about the holy elixir?" Lin Tianwang's eyes shone as he looked at Mo Wangchen.
I have lived for such a long time, but I have never heard of any holy-level elixirs. Isn't ninth level the pinnacle of alchemy?
Mo Wangchen explained with a smile, "I once had some opportunities in a secret realm. It was the inheritance of a senior who used elixirs to become emperor..."
After some explanations, Mo Wangchen finally got a drop of Lin Tianwan's blood.
Human essence and blood are the source of life. Just taking out a drop of it made Lin Tianwan's face look much paler at this moment.
There was no need to delay refining the elixir. Soon, under the arrangement of Lin Tianwan and others, Mo Wangchen came to a small courtyard alone.
He took out the alchemy furnace, invested his perception, condensed it into elixir fire, and started refining it according to the steps in his memory.
This is a 'Good Luck Tongxin Pill', which not only can treat Lin Tianwan's injuries, but generally speaking, it also has a great repairing effect on many wounds that are difficult to recover from on the human body.
Now, Mo Wangchen's perception has broken through to the holy level. Even so, he has to be much more careful when refining the Tongxin Pill. After all, this is his first time refining it.
After practicing Ming Lao's 'Alchemy Sutra', Mo Wangchen also learned that the holy level of perception is not the peak, but also the distinction between the first level and the ninth level of the holy level. The way of alchemy is the same as the way of martial arts. It seems that there is no end.