44: A Yin

At the same time, Mo Yuhan sharply turned his head, his gaze like lightning shooting towards the low wall.

The lingering glow of the sunset seemed to particularly favor that corner, casting a soft golden edge around the young woman.

This mysterious woman, a woman who seemed to gather all the spiritual essence and vitality of the entire forest within herself.

She wore a long dress of an extremely simple style, yet tailored to fit her perfectly.

The color of the dress was not pure blue or green, but a hue in between, an incredibly soft and natural color, like the color of new leaves reflected in the clearest stream deep within the forest in early spring.

The fabric was soft, gently fluttering with the breeze, outlining her tall and graceful figure. Her waist was so slender it seemed one could not grasp it with a hand, like a bamboo in the forest, yet it contained a sense of resilient strength.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, a small section of her slender, fair ankles was revealed, her bare feet treading on the rough stone wall and the thriving Blue Silver Grass, yet it appeared incredibly harmonious and natural, as if she was meant to grow from the earth itself.

Looking up, Mo Yuhan's heart felt as if it had been gently squeezed by an invisible hand.

What made it impossible to look away was her waist-length silver hair.

It was a pure and pristine silver, like flowing moonlight, or like the first snow of deep winter.

There were no gold, silver, or pearl ornaments in her hair, only a few perfectly shaped Blue Silver Grass leaves tucked into her temples. Against the backdrop of her silver waterfall-like hair, the veins within the leaves shimmered with tiny blue-green light points, as if stars were hidden within the moonlight.

Her skin was delicate and fair, like high-quality mutton-fat jade, exuding a warm luster.

At this moment, a pair of captivating eyes looked beyond the chaotic battlefield, past the Iron Arm Bear that was tightly bound by Blue Silver Grass and roaring in futile struggle, gently and firmly protecting the trembling father and daughter.

The woman lightly leaped down from the low wall.

Walking to Mo Yuhan's side, her voice was like a clear spring, carrying a comforting power: “A home destroyed can be rebuilt. Wounds will heal, and life will continue. Let us… begin together.”

She knelt down, soft green light flowing from her fingertips, gently sweeping through the air, reaching the wound of an elderly man who had a broken leg and was groaning in pain.

Under the green light, the gruesome wound stopped bleeding and contracted at a visible speed, and the old man’s groans gradually subsided.

Only then did she slightly raise her head, her gaze finally turning to Mo Yuhan, who stood not far away with an imposing aura.

Her eyes were as calm as water, containing only the purest innocence. She looked at Mo Yuhan, and a faint, faint smile, like a breeze rippling over a lake, seemed to spread on her lips.

“My name is Ah Yin.”

She spoke, her voice still as clear and serene as the morning breeze in the forest.

Her emerald eyes were crystal clear.

Mo Yuhan’s dark golden flame armor slowly receded like a tide, transforming back into docile Soul Power and flowing back into his body.

Ah Yin...

This name was like a stone dropped into the lake of his heart, creating ripples in Mo Yuhan's mind and instantly overlapping with a tragic character from a fleeting glimpse deep within his memories.

The 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor transforming into human form.

Ah Yin, who was gentle as water in the original story, but ultimately sacrificed herself for Tang Hao and perished.

Was the future of this Ah Yin, as pure as a newly sprouted green leaf, destined to lead to that tragic sacrifice?

Was she destined to become the never-healing scar in Tang Hao's heart, and the fuse for countless future upheavals and tragedies on the Douluo Continent?

No.

Since he had encountered her, he would not let this tragedy happen again.

This thought arose in Mo Yuhan’s mind.

Since fate had allowed him to meet her here, before any tragedy had begun, before Tang Hao had entered her life.

He wanted to change all of this; he wanted to lead this pure leaf of the forest away from that predetermined vortex of blood and destruction.

“Thank you, Sister Ah Yin, for your help.”

Mo Yuhan stopped a few steps in front of Ah Yin, a perfectly appropriate smile on his face, his eyes clear and open, showing no sign of the turbulent waves in his heart.

“My name is Mo Yuhan.”

He nodded slightly in greeting.

Ah Yin watched him approach, her expression showing little change, but the look of inquiry in her emerald eyes seemed to deepen.

She gently shook her head, her voice still flowing like a clear spring: “On the contrary, I should thank you for being willing to spare its life.”

“Natural disasters and beast calamities are beyond human prediction.”

Mo Yuhan followed her words, acknowledging that the conflict between humans and Spirit Beasts was not entirely irreconcilable.

However, it was a long and arduous journey.

His tone carried a hint of solemnity, then he changed the subject, looking frankly into Ah Yin’s eyes, which seemed to reflect the human heart, “However, the power you just displayed, Sister Ah Yin… is very unique. Those Blue Silver Grass, it seems, cannot be controlled by ordinary plant-type Spirits.”

He appropriately revealed a hint of curiosity and doubt, which was an instinctive reaction of a powerful Spirit Master to another strange power.

Ah Yin was silent for a moment.

Deep within her emerald eyes, those tiny green light points seemed to flow a little faster.

Although she had only recently transformed into human form, she was not ignorant of the world.

“They… are my friends.”

She finally said softly, raising her hand and gently stroking a Blue Silver Grass leaf that had stubbornly grown in a crack in the ruins beside her.

As she touched it, the small plant seemed to be infused with extra vitality, the veins on its leaves instantly lighting up with a soft blue-green glow, gently swaying and responding to her touch.

“I can perceive them and communicate with them. All the plants and trees in this forest are my friends.”

Her tone was very natural, carrying a pure sense of closeness and trust, as if she were speaking of something utterly commonplace.

Mo Yuhan understood.

This was not a lie, but her innate, natural control over plants, especially Blue Silver Grass, as a 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor in human form, as natural as breathing.

She was carefully using words like “friends” and “communicate” to explain her non-human ability to a “human.”

“So that’s it!”

Mo Yuhan’s face showed appropriate astonishment and realization, “To be able to communicate with plants, Sister Ah Yin’s talent is truly astonishing, no wonder those Blue Silver Grass are so resilient and agile.”

He paused, his tone becoming more sincere, “However, Sister Ah Yin doesn’t seem to be a villager from this place. Although the edge of the Star Dou Forest is rich in resources, Spirit Beasts often appear, and dangers lurk everywhere. It’s not easy for you alone. What are your plans next, I wonder?”

Ah Yin’s gaze once again swept over the villagers who were supporting each other and weeping, rummaging through the ruins for their remaining belongings, and her eyes showed even greater compassion.

She sighed softly: “I originally intended to continue my journey, traveling far and wide. But now…”

She looked at a mother and daughter, one with a broken leg, simply bandaged by her companion but still groaning in pain, and her brows furrowed slightly, “They need help.”

Mo Yuhan’s heart stirred; an opportunity had arrived.

He immediately took a step forward, his tone earnest and full of responsibility: “Sister Ah Yin has a compassionate heart, and I also have some medical knowledge. How about we work together to handle the aftermath?”

Ah Yin looked at the young man in front of her, whose height only reached her chin, and her emerald eyes seemed to want to see through his soul.

The lingering glow of the sunset danced on her long eyelashes.

After a moment, she gently nodded, and a faint but genuine smile finally bloomed on her lips, like the first small flower blossoming after the initial melting of ice and snow.

“Good.”

She only said one word, her voice carrying a faint warmth.

Night fell, the crescent moon like a hook, its cold light barely penetrating the sparse clouds, scattering over the ravaged scorched earth at the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.

The daytime clamor had faded, leaving only the dark shadows cast by broken walls and ruins under the moonlight.

The villagers were temporarily settled with the help of Mo Yuhan and Ah Yin.

Several bonfires crackled, their dancing flames dispelling some of the chill and fear, and also reflecting the lingering panic on the faces of the people gathered around.

Ah Yin, like a tranquil stream flowing in the night, moved between the bonfires and the crowd.

Blue-green light points swirling around her fingertips, like living Spirits, gently permeated the skin of the injured.

She needed no words, no complex movements.

The life energy flowing from her fingertips seemed to possess a magical power to soothe pain and calm souls.

The villagers’ gazes towards her were filled with gratitude, as if they were looking at a forest fairy who had descended to the mortal world to save them from suffering.

Mo Yuhan, meanwhile, was busy on the other side of the bonfire.

He deftly crushed several herbs in a mortar, mixing them with clean stream water to concoct a bitter-smelling ointment, helping to treat the injured one by one.

When he finished treating the last injured person and straightened up, fine beads of sweat had seeped from Mo Yuhan’s forehead.

He subconsciously raised a hand to wipe it, but his gaze involuntarily skipped over the dancing bonfire and landed on the opposite side.

Ah Yin also seemed to have just finished her “treatment.”

She was sitting on a relatively clean large stone, her head slightly bowed, her hands cradling a Blue Silver Grass leaf she had found somewhere, its edges somewhat scorched.

Her fingertips gently stroked the charred edge of the leaf, her emerald eyes watching intently, the blue-green light points swirling around her fingertips gently enveloping the leaf.

In Mo Yuhan’s perception, the faint life energy within that leaf was being nourished and awakened by that soft life force at an extremely slow but real speed.

Moonlight fell upon her, casting a cool silver glow on her dark hair and blue-green dress.

The warm light of the bonfire danced on her delicate profile, outlining a soft and sacred silhouette.

At this moment, she was as quiet as an ancient plant quietly unfurling its branches and leaves under the moonlight, exuding a tranquility and vitality that seemed out of place with this scarred land.

Something soft in Mo Yuhan’s heart was gently touched. He picked up his water skin, walked to a spot not far from Ah Yin, and sat down, not getting too close, maintaining a polite distance.