22: Fuling Purple Pill

"Am I… is Auntie… forever doomed to be… a cripple?"

The last three words were as light as a sigh, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds, crashing into the silent stone house and onto Mo Yuhan's heart.

"No!"

Mo Yuhan immediately, emphatically, and resolutely retorted, his voice suddenly rising with an undeniable intensity.

He leaned forward abruptly, his hands gripping the cold edge of the stone bed, knuckles turning white from the force.

His dark eyes glowed astonishingly in the dim light, like burning embers, meeting Bibi Dong's gaze, which was filled with despair and self-abandonment.

"Auntie! No!"

He emphasized again, his tone incredibly firm, "The Dou Qi Continent is different from our World. There are many, many miraculous Medicinal Pills here, far more powerful than anything we had!"

His voice trembled slightly from urgency, yet it was filled with convincing power, "Currently, I can only get some Care Vessel Pills and bone-regenerating pills to stabilize your injuries and help you gradually regain some movement, but I know there are even more powerful Medicinal Pills that can repair Meridians, and even… even make you stronger!"

Bibi Dong's lifeless eyes finally moved again, refocusing on Mo Yuhan's small face, which was filled with determination.

A faint glimmer of hope, which even she dared not believe, flickered like a candle in the wind, quietly stirring in the deepest part of her heart.

Mo Yuhan saw the subtle change in her eyes, his heart settling. He spoke faster, clearly laying out his plan: "The closest big city to here is Wutan City. Although it's not top-tier, it has connections to various major powers, and information is well-circulated!"

He took a deep breath and uttered the most crucial name, "Canaan Academy. It is one of the most renowned academies in the Gama Empire and even the entire Dou Qi Continent. It recruits students from various parts of the Continent every three years. By my reckoning, the next recruitment will be in a year."

By his reckoning, Xiao Yan should have just had his engagement broken off around this time.

And a year after his engagement was broken off, which was when Xiao Yan was sixteen, he joined Canaan Academy.

Although he took a leave of absence for over a year due to the three-year agreement.

"Canaan Academy?" Bibi Dong subconsciously repeated the unfamiliar name.

"Yes!" Mo Yuhan nodded vigorously, his eyes gleaming with an almost desperate light, "Canaan Academy has a profound heritage, housing countless rare Pill Formulas and medicinal ingredients. More importantly, I know they have the ability to refine a fifth-Rank Medicinal Pill called the Revival Purple Pill."

He spoke the name with gravity, "This fourth-Rank Medicinal Pill has the miraculous effects of reshaping Meridians, repairing the Dantian, and even helping people Break through their Bottleneck."

"Reshape Meridians… repair Dantian?"

The tiny spark in Bibi Dong's purple eyes seemed to brighten slightly, but was immediately enveloped by a sense of unreality.

Fifth-Rank Medicinal Pill? This Rank classification was equally unfamiliar to her, but the words "reshape Meridians" struck her like a thunderclap, cleaving through the despairing gloom in her heart.

"Yes!"

Mo Yuhan caught the change in her gaze, his small face full of seriousness and promise, "Auntie, trust me. Once you can move a little, we'll set off for Wutan City. We'll recuperate there while waiting for news about Canaan Academy's recruitment. As long as I can find a way to enter Canaan Academy, or get in touch with people from the Academy, I'll have a chance to obtain the Revival Purple Pill."

Mo Yuhan clenched his small fists tightly, as if holding onto all hope: "The power of Medicinal Pills on the Dou Qi Continent far exceeds our imagination, Auntie. Your injuries will definitely heal! You will never be a cripple!"

He was afraid Bibi Dong would lose hope, his voice echoing in the simple stone house, carrying the clear brightness of a child and an undeniable belief, dispelling some of the heavy atmosphere.

Bibi Dong's pale face remained fragile, as if it would shatter at a touch. But in the depths of her hollow purple eyes, that tiny spark, forcefully ignited by Mo Yuhan with the name "Revival Purple Pill," struggled stubbornly, refusing to extinguish.

Outside the window, the moonlight from the Monster Mountain Range for the first time clearly penetrated the crude window frame, casting a cool, silvery glow on the edge of the stone bed, and illuminating the unwavering determination in Mo Yuhan's eyes.

The moonlight of this other World, cold and unfamiliar, yet it seemed to bring a hint of new possibilities.

...

In Qingshan Town, on the outskirts of the Monster Mountain Range, the air was always mixed with the smell of dust, herbs, and the gamey odor of Demonic Beast fur.

The narrow streets of the market were bustling with people. The boisterous haggling of mercenaries, the shouts of vendors, and the occasional impatient neighing of Demonic Beast mounts intertwined into a cacophony.

Mo Yuhan's small figure squeezed through the crowd, looking somewhat out of place. On his back was a large basket almost as tall as he was, filled with newly bought coarse rice, some air-dried beast meat, a small bag of salt, and some common herbs for stopping bleeding and reducing inflammation.

He was also clutching a coarse cloth bundle tightly to his chest. The opening of the bundle wasn't completely tied, revealing a corner of soft, delicate, light purple fabric—a color not common on the Dou Qi Continent—forming a stark contrast with the dusty surroundings.

With a tense little face, Mo Yuhan scanned his surroundings warily, carefully protecting the items in his arms. He was about to weave through the crowded street to the general store at the end of the street to buy a few more sturdy earthenware bowls.

Just as he turned sideways to avoid a mercenary carrying a huge beast leg, his back was suddenly bumped, not too lightly nor too heavily, by something hard yet soft.

"Ouch!"

A clear and familiar voice sounded behind him.

Mo Yuhan stumbled, the bundle he was protecting in his arms almost slipping. He quickly clutched it tighter, frowning as he turned around.

The sunlight happened to fall, illuminating the girl blocking the middle of the road.

She was fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a simple, faded cloth dress. Several bulging small medicine pouches were tied around her waist, and her long black hair was simply tied back, with a few unruly strands falling across her smooth forehead.

At this moment, the girl stood with one hand on her hip and the other steadying the basket of fresh herbs on her shoulder—that was what had just bumped into Mo Yuhan.

On the girl's delicate, oval face, a pair of lively, almond-shaped eyes, like two moist grapes, stared directly at him with clear displeasure.

The sunlight danced on her hair, giving her an energetic golden outline.

"You little rascal." Little Fairy Doctor spoke, her voice as clear as a mountain stream, yet carrying a tone of accusation, "You've gotten bold, haven't you? Daring to disappear for so long, leaving behind a flimsy 'gone into the mountains for a few days' note?"

She took a step closer, her small nostrils flaring slightly, as she sized up Mo Yuhan and his 'heavily burdened' appearance, "You made me send the guards from Wan Yao Pharmacy, those brutes, to scour the outer reaches of the Monster Mountain Range, and they all thought you'd been snatched by some careless Demonic Beast to be a snack."

Mo Yuhan pursed his lips, subconsciously pulling the bundle in his arms closer to his chest, and explained in a low voice: "Something came up, I was delayed."

He just wanted to get away quickly. Meeting Little Fairy Doctor at this moment was not good for him.