66: The Saint is actually Vivian? !

Why?

This young man seemed to show no signs of corruption, and his vital signs were relatively stable, but Meng Yun, who had now completely mastered Hellfire, could clearly feel that Hellfire existed within him!

No.

That's not right.

If it truly were Hellfire burning, then this young man should have long ago turned to ash, completely vanishing.

Yet, at this moment, he had clearly achieved coexistence with Hellfire, maintaining a bizarre balance!

He seemed alive, but in reality, he was on the verge of death.

As if alive.

Suddenly, Meng Yun recalled the stone tablet he had seen in the history research institute of 654 University.

That was clearly a modified and simplified HellfireProcedure, designed to allow every Arcanist to safely activate Hellfire without becoming corrupted!

If Meng Yun's guess was correct, this young man had likely been unknowingly drawn into the Arcane Association's terrifying experimental modification, becoming a tragic victim!

"Father, my son, is he still..."

The old woman's body trembled slightly, looking at Meng Yun with the last glimmer of hope.

Meng Yun inadvertently glanced around the room, which was practically bare, the only commendable item probably being the quilt covering her son.

This was a true reflection of the lives of the common people in this world.

Originally, according to this young man's predetermined life, he could have climbed step by step within the Arcane Association, starting as an Arcane Apprentice, relying on his talent.

An Arcanist, and if he was lucky, he could even become an Arcane Master.

He could have.

But now, he could only be tainted by a weakened version of Hellfire, living in endless torment, unable to find life or death.

He didn't know who to blame.

Once his strength improved, he would kill Otto again.

For a long time, the old woman did not receive an answer from Meng Yun.

She looked at Meng Yun's complex expression, and the last light in her eyes disappeared.

In her mind, an Alchemist who could refine potions worth five silver coins a bottle was the most powerful being.

Now, even this esteemed person was silent, so her son's current situation was self-evident.

The old woman wiped her eyes.

She didn't know how much longer she could live.

When she died, what would become of her precious son?

Like a drowning person, the old woman's spirit continued to sink, and sink.

Gradually suffocating.

"I can try."

Meng Yun returned from his contemplation and spoke.

His words were like the strongest rope, tightly binding the old woman's soul, pulling her back from the bottom of the abyss, into the light of day, allowing her to breathe again.

The old woman was flustered, not knowing what to do for a moment.

But tears of joy were already streaming down her face.

Meng Yun looked at the young man and opened his palm.

A genuine Hellfire thus appeared in his palm.

Countless complex emotions inexplicably surged within the old woman's heart.

Fear, despair, regret, world-weariness...

If not for her concern for her son overriding everything else, she might have given up her life directly in such emotions, ending her remaining days.

Meng Yun realized belatedly and quickly tightened his control, preventing its power from spreading further.

Under Meng Yun's control, the Hellfire erupted with a strong attractive force, like calling a young bird home.

"Poof."

Faintly, a cluster of blue-black flames emerged from the young man's chest, continuously burning, feeding on the young man's flesh, blood, and spirit.

"Come on, come into my bowl."

Meng Yun enticed it with Hellfire.

How could that tiny flame have ever seen such a thick leg, such vigorous flesh and blood will?

With almost no hesitation, as if the flame had a spirit, it flew straight up into the air and darted towards Meng Yun's palm.

The Hellfire, which ordinary people avoided like snakes and scorpions, was thus accepted by Meng Yun with anticipation in his eyes.

This was not his own flame.

By refining and devouring it, Meng Yun's strength could instantly increase by a point.

?

Why did this method of upgrading sound a bit familiar?

By taking this flame, Meng Yun also bore the pain of its karmic flame burning.

But many lice don't bite; for him, who was constantly enduring pain and tempering his rationality, a mere weakened version of Hellfire was...

A drop in the ocean.

"I seem to have found a faster way to become an Arcane Envoy."

Meng Yun had done a good deed and increased his strength, feeling quite pleased.

A win-win situation.

"Cough cough..."

While Meng Yun was calculating how to obtain more of this Hellfire, the young man's cough came from the bedside.

He had slowly woken up.

His throat felt dry and prickly, as if on fire.

"...Water..."

"I want water..."

The old woman's eyes suddenly widened, her face twitched slightly, and it took a great effort for her to barely control herself, going to find water with tears of joy.

Halfway there, she stopped again and turned to bow to Meng Yun.

Meng Yun sent out a wisp of clear wind, gently lifting her far away.

"Drink slowly, drink slowly~"

The old woman smiled, tears in her eyes, while feeding the young man water and patting his back.

Meng Yun looked at him: "How did the Hellfire on you come about?"

The old woman didn't understand, but she still said sternly: "This is your savior, tell him everything, don't hide anything!"

The young man looked at her for a moment, then rubbed his stomach: "Mom, I'm hungry."

The old woman left, muttering.

After sending his mother away, the young man then looked at Meng Yun, bowing respectfully:

"Thank you, sir, for saving my life."

"I was originally an apprentice in the Arcane Association until half a month ago, when someone came with a new aptitude testing crystal, saying it was for screening talent."

"After I was tested, the transparent crystal turned a bit black, and they said I had potential, so they took me away to learn new Arcane with others."

Speaking of this, he seemed to recall something terrifying: "From that day on, someone fell victim every day. Some people directly turned to ash, some started talking nonsense, and after I persisted for a while, I also..."

Meng Yun opened his palm, and blue-black flames danced in his hand: "They made you practice this, didn't they?"

"Hellfire?"

"Ah ah ah—!"

The young man already had PTSD; seeing this flame, he immediately trembled and curled into a ball.

Under the young man's astonished gaze, Meng Yun extinguished the flame out of thin air and retracted it into his body.

"Saving people isn't free. In exchange, you have to write down theProcedure you've mastered for me to see."

"Similarly, if you know anyone who needs saving, you can come find me."

Meng Yun wrote down the address of his Alchemy stall for him and left his name.

Eastern Abyss.

[By chance, you discovered that the Arcane Association was conducting a universal Hellfire experiment. You successfully rescued the victimized young man and obtained the completetechnique of that version.]

[Under the young man's introduction, you successively rescued dozens more unfortunate individuals who had suffered similar fates.]

[Your body is in more pain, your rationality is further tempered, and you are only one step away from becoming an Arcane Envoy.]

[Ten days later, after you awakened another unfortunate person, he respectfully handed you a golden credential and hoped you would join the Saintess Church.]

[You held the credential in your hand and examined it, surprised to find that the figure engraved on it was actually your sister, Vivian.]

Shocking!

Reborn, my sister actually became a Saintess!