Stepping through the Seal, the first thing that entered Wan Xian’Er’s sight was a massive space, like a circular cavern. It was covered in glowing moss, whose faint light illuminated the entire area, leaving nothing hidden. The layout here wasn’t very complex.

DRIP... DRIP...

In the very center of the space, a sharp stalactite hung high in the air. From its pointed tip, emerald-green droplets dripped down from time to time, falling slowly into a small pool below. They splashed up beads of water like jade pearls, releasing an incredibly enticing, fresh fragrance. Taking a light sniff, Wan Xian’Er felt as if all the impurities in her body had been purified. It was refreshing and invigorating, as if her entire being was revitalized with life. ’Where is this...’

"This is the place my Master once came to. He told me that if I could find it, there would be hope for restoring my arm..."

While Wan Xian’Er was still in a daze, a weak yet slightly excited voice came from beside her. She turned her head to see that it was Mu Chen, who had been unconscious just moments ago. Under normal circumstances, there was no way he should have woken up so quickly after fainting. But the moment he entered this space, the aura released by the jade liquid had already begun to improve his injuries. Not only that, but even the severe internal organ ruptures from before were gradually healing. Mu Chen could even feel a faint itching sensation inside his body.

’Just inhaling a single breath has such an effect. This liquid might really be able to restore my arm.’ Touching the smooth cut on his shoulder again, Mu Chen actually revealed a faint smile. "Miss Xian’Er, could you help me over to the side of that pool?"

Wan Xian’Er nodded and helped Mu Chen to the edge of the central pool, where he slowly sat down. Mu Chen gently stroked the pool’s rim with his hand. The surface was smooth to the touch, without a single sharp edge. He looked up in surprise at the stalactite in the air, inwardly horrified. ’Such a huge pool was actually formed entirely by water dripping from the stalactite above!’

"The power of nature... we truly cannot help but fear it." This was the conclusion Mu Chen reached after seeing the sight.

Extending a finger, Mu Chen lightly touched a drop of the liquid from the pool. It was a bit sticky and a bit warm. More importantly, the faint, fresh fragrance he smelled was soul-refreshing. He was just about to put the drop in his mouth when Wan Xian’Er hurriedly stopped him.

Mu Chen looked at Wan Xian’Er, a little confused, and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Wan Xian’Er said, "Do you even know what this is? You’re just going to put it in your mouth? What if it’s highly poisonous... though I guess that’s not very likely..."

Mu Chen smiled and said, "The only thing this liquid exudes is a rich life force. If it were highly poisonous, the surrounding geology would definitely have changed, but look at the ground. There’s nothing unusual."

With that, Mu Chen quickly put the droplet in his mouth. He didn’t even need to swallow. The instant the droplet touched his tongue, it transformed into a warm current that burrowed into his body. Mu Chen’s brow relaxed as an unprecedented feeling of comfort spread from within him to his entire body. His damaged internal organs were restored in that single moment, a feeling just like when the tree bark had regenerated after Wan Xian’Er cut it to make a mark. Not only that, but a tingling itch began to spread from his shoulder blade, which had been shattered by the Xue Yan. In just that short time, it had already begun to knit back together.

"What miraculous Spiritual Liquid!" Mu Chen exclaimed in surprise. His pale face had already regained its healthy color, his listless Spirit was completely refreshed, and even his vision had become clearer.

Wan Xian’Er was shocked by Mu Chen’s transformation, and a great interest in this jade liquid sparked within her heart. ’What in the world is it, to be able to heal a person’s injuries in an instant? And not only that, but judging by Mu Chen’s appearance, the liquid has no side effects whatsoever.’

RIP!

Mu Chen ripped open his own long sleeve, exposing the shoulder that had been smoothly severed by a sharp weapon. Wan Xian’Er’s gaze was drawn to his action. She immediately covered her mouth with her jade-like hand, her eyes filled with pity. She had always thought that the physical disability Mu Chen mentioned was something he was born with. But when she truly saw his shoulder, she realized this wasn’t some congenital defect at all—it was clearly severed by a sharp weapon Postnatal!

"Your arm! It... It was cut off by someone!" Although she didn’t want to believe it, a sharp pain shot through Wan Xian’Er’s heart, and she asked the question subconsciously.

Mu Chen caressed the smooth wound, a strange emotion flashing in his purple eyes. He smiled faintly. "Mm, it was cut off. The funny thing is, to this day, I still don’t know who did it. I only know that I was just one year old when I lost this arm."

"One year old!" Wan Xian’Er cried out, clenching her fists in a burning rage. She almost lost control of her Primordial Power. "Who could it be? To not even spare a one-year-old child!"

Mu Chen never expected Wan Xian’Er to get so angry on his behalf. A warmth spread through his heart, and he smiled. "It’s all in the past now, isn’t it? Since we’ve found this Spiritual Liquid, let me give it a try no matter what. I believe what my Master said won’t be wrong."

Hearing this, Wan Xian’Er’s expression softened slightly. But one could still see in the innocent girl’s eyes that she had already committed this grudge to memory for Mu Chen’s sake. "You often mention your Master to me. In my mind, he must be a powerful Martial Artist."

Mu Chen shook his head. "Mysterious is a better word than powerful." In his own memory, he wasn’t exactly sure how strong his Master was. The only scene that gave him a sense of his Master’s power was a mural in the Profound Ice Palace. It depicted a figure beneath a throne, single-handedly and calmly facing nine other Great Powers of comparable strength. With a wave of a hand, the heavens and earth would split asunder and furious gales would howl—it felt like a battle between Divine Mansions.

Seeing Mu Chen lost in his memories, Wan Xian’Er felt even more certain that his background was anything but simple. "So, your Master is a reclusive expert, then? I heard my grandfather say that the Great Powers on the surface of the Extreme Martial Continent aren’t actually the continent’s true peak existences. The real peak experts disdain showing their faces before the world."

A glint flashed in Mu Chen’s eyes at her words. ’My Master lives in seclusion within the Extreme Spirit Pearl year-round, and the Extreme Spirit Pearl can be considered a world apart. In that case, it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to call him a worldly-unseen expert.’

"I guess you could describe him that way. My Master really doesn’t like to show his face in front of others."

"Oh, so is your Master doing well now?"

’Doing well? Probably not.’ Wan Xian’Er’s words reminded Mu Chen of his still-slumbering Master, and a weight settled on his heart. It had been almost four years. His longing for his Master hadn’t lessened at all; instead, it had only grown stronger. After all, all the power he had gained, from being a cripple back then to what he was today, was thanks to his Master’s guidance.

"Oh, it’s nothing. Weren’t you going to try and see if you could restore your arm?" Seeing Mu Chen looking a little sad, Wan Xian’Er quickly changed the subject.

Mu Chen smiled faintly, then used his left hand to scoop up a handful of the brilliant jade liquid and splashed it onto his shoulder. A searing heat burrowed in from the smooth, severed surface. In that instant, a massive life force stimulated Mu Chen’s fractured bone. Pain. A piercing pain, like bamboo shoots sprouting from the earth after a spring rain.

"Ugh...!"

Letting out a muffled groan, Mu Chen gripped his shoulder tightly, clenching his jaw as he stared intently at the severed wound. There, he could feel something about to break through!

PSHCHT!

A piercing sound came from Mu Chen’s shoulder. Both his and Wan Xian’Er’s pupils contracted sharply. In unison, they said, "It worked... This Jade Spiritual Liquid is effective!"

Looking at the half-section of brand-new, pinkish-white bone protruding from the severed surface, Mu Chen stood up in excitement. But his excitement didn’t make him lose his reason. A single drop of the Spiritual Liquid had been enough to heal his severe injuries earlier, yet it had taken a whole handful just to grow this small section of bone. ’If I factor in the flesh and meridians...’ Looking at the pool, which was only big enough for three people to enter, Mu Chen said with some concern, "At this rate, to restore my entire arm, this whole pool of Spiritual Liquid might be used up."

Wan Xian’Er shook her head. "That doesn’t matter. Although this Spiritual Liquid is extremely precious, I don’t need it. You can use it all to restore your arm. What I’m afraid of is that this entire pool of Spiritual Liquid won’t be enough to regenerate the flesh and meridians of your arm."

Mu Chen knew Wan Xian’Er’s worry was not an exaggeration at all. Bone, flesh, meridians, skin—to regenerate all of that was incredibly difficult. With a sigh, Mu Chen forced a smile. "Let’s just hope it can be fully restored. But even if it can’t, having an upper arm is still better than having nothing, right?"

Wan Xian’Er was filled with emotion. "Your temperament is truly excellent. Not arrogant or impatient, but optimistic and positive. I think heaven will surely look after someone like you. Since a predecessor created the cause of your missing arm, your encounter with the Spiritual Liquid that can restore it is the effect. The cycle of cause and effect. Now, I believe this pool of Spiritual Liquid will be able to fully restore your arm."

Mu Chen smiled faintly. "Then let me see if this cycle of cause and effect is truly so fair and complete." Saying this, Mu Chen directly took off his long robes. When he was about to take off his pants, his face suddenly turned awkward. "Um... Miss Xian’Er, could you turn around?"

Wan Xian’Er’s face flushed red when she heard him. She instantly understood, but so as not to feel like she was at a disadvantage, she glared at Mu Chen and said, "Are you worried I’ll peek? Back then, you saw everything... you saw all of my body!"

Mu Chen froze, his own face turning slightly red. He said, a little sheepishly, "You really want to look? It’s no loss for me, anyway. If you want to watch, I don’t mind." And with that, he actually went ahead and took off his pants.

Wan Xian’Er yelped and quickly spun around, cursing, "I knew you were a playboy, then and now! You shameless hooligan!"