137: Chapter 137 Holy Light Amplification Elixir

After the order for full mobilization was issued, every path in the Bright Tribe trembled with the sound of hurried footsteps.

Murong Xue led the Holy Light Cavalry in assault training on the drill ground; Liu Ruyan led the Light and Shadow Legion in laying out hidden infiltration strategies in the shadows; Frost Mage Lin Shiyun reinforced the frost defense line at the Lingxi River ferry; Zhao Linger maintained spirit sound detection on the second floor of the Chiefs Tent; and Su Mengyao catalyzed the Nature Traps in the spirit fields.

However, there was one place in the Bright Tribe that remained as quiet as a gentle sanctuary in the wilderness.

The Medical Tent.

Hua Jieyu's Medical Tent was situated on the east side of Su Mengyao's Spirit Garden by the Lingxi River; the area outside the tent was planted with all sorts of wild spirit herbs, and the flowers emitted a faint medicinal fragrance in the morning light, blending with the floral scent of the Spirit Garden to create the gentlest aura in the wilderness.

The Savage Beast silk curtain of the tent fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, and the warm yellow spirit lamp inside cast a soft light against the Savage Beast silk walls.

Dozens of Savage Beast silk medicine packets were neatly arranged on the Savage Beast silk shelves, each labeled with the name and dosage of the medicine written in wild script by Hua Jieyu; the handwriting was gentle and neat, just as quiet and meticulous as she was.

On the low Savage Beast silk table in the center of the tent, a barbarian stone mortar was emitting a faint white mist of spirit power.

Hua Jieyu knelt on the Savage Beast silk cushion, the spirit power of the Hundred Herb Medical Immortal condensing a layer of pale green light at her fingertips, her slender, fair fingers gently grinding a spirit herb that emitted a golden glimmer in the barbarian stone mortar.

The root and stem of the spirit herb were ground into the finest powder within the barbarian stone mortar, the golden spirit power powder circulating at Hua Jieyu's fingertips; pale green and gold converged in her palm, emitting a crisp, unprecedented medicinal fragrance.

Hua Jieyu was the kind of woman who made it impossible for people to look away the more they watched her.

Her beauty was not the dignified grandeur of Shen Xun'er, not the cold, unparalleled elegance of Frost Mage Lin Shiyun, not the floral splendor of Su Mengyao, not the delicate cuteness of Zhao Linger, not the heroic spirit of Murong Xue, nor the misty, rain-like allure of Liu Ruyan.

Her beauty was of the quietest kind—uncompetitive, unassuming, and understated—but when you looked at her a second time, you would feel as if the softest part of your heart had been gently touched.

She was not tall, half a head shorter than Zhao Linger, but every inch of her proportions was so perfectly balanced that it was breathtaking.

The pale green Savage Beast silk medical robe was dyed by herself using spirit herb sap; the color was lighter and softer than Su Mengyao's emerald green, like the first tender leaf of early spring.

The neckline of the medical robe was slightly open, her exquisite collarbones appearing and disappearing beneath the pale green Savage Beast silk; the fair skin below her collarbones shimmered with a faint ivory luster in the warm yellow light of the spirit lamp, as delicate as the sensation of the most tender petals in the Spirit Garden after being moistened by morning dew.

The medical robe tightened slowly below her collarbones, the Savage Beast silk clinging to her slender, willow-like waist, outlining those delicate curves even more gracefully.

Her waist was the kind that, at a single glance, would make you want to reach out and gently wrap your arms around it; it was slender but not thin, soft but not frail. The Savage Beast silk medical robe dipped slightly at her waist, and the light from the spirit lamp cast the gentlest shadows in the hollows of her waist.

Below her waist, the medical robe unfolded slowly, the curves of her hips appearing and disappearing beneath the pale green Savage Beast silk; the arc was full and rounded, unlike the tight, sharp allure of Liu Ruyan, but rather like the softest rolling hills in a landscape painting.

The Savage Beast silk medical robe pulled slightly tight against the fullest curve of her hips in her kneeling posture, and the warm yellow light from the spirit lamp left the gentlest luster on the highest point of her hip curve.

Her long legs were slightly crossed within the Savage Beast silk medical robe while kneeling; her calves were slender and straight, her ankles as delicate as the finest barbarian white porcelain in the barbarian stone mortar.

And what was most beautiful about her were her hands.

Hua Jieyu's fingers were slender and fair, ten long digits like the most elegant flower stems in the Spirit Garden, their tips faintly glowing with pale green spirit power.

The golden spirit power powder in the barbarian stone mortar circulated at her fingertips, her wrists rotating slightly during the grinding motion, the pale cyan veins on her slender wrists appearing and disappearing beneath her fair skin.

Her classmates called her the "Flower Goddess of Pure Hands"; those hands were recognized as the most beautiful in the class, not because they were white or delicate, but because whatever those hands touched would become soft. Pain became bearable at her fingertips, and fear became something that could be faced in her palms.

Her almond-shaped eyes always held a gentle smile in the warm yellow light of the spirit lamp; the slight upward curve of the corners of her eyes felt like a spring breeze, and two shallow dimples appeared and disappeared at the corners of her mouth when she smiled.

Her long, raven-black hair was loosely tied behind her head with a pale green spirit herb vine, a few stray strands gently brushing against her cheeks, which were flushed with a faint pink in the light of the spirit lamp.

But at this moment, that faint flush on her fair cheeks was fading.

The concentration of the golden spirit powder in the barbarian stone mortar was becoming higher and higher, and the radiating spirit power was becoming increasingly scorching.

As the Hundred Herb Medical Immortal's pale green spirit power merged with the golden spirit powder at her fingertips, her brows furrowed slightly, and the gentle smile in her almond-shaped eyes was replaced by a trace of faint pain.

Her fingers paused for an instant in the barbarian stone mortar, her slender fingertips trembling slightly as the pale green spirit power rippled unstably under the impact of the golden spirit power.

This spirit herb that emitted a golden glimmer was something she had discovered while purifying the Shadow Residue for Liu Ruyan and Murong Xue.

When the Power of Hundred Herb and the Power of Holy Light blended in a specific ratio, it could produce a medicinal effect that amplified the Power of Holy Light, activating the Holy Light Warrior's own potential from within, allowing the purity and explosive power of the Power of Holy Light to increase by one rank in a short period.

However, the refining of the Holy Light Amplification Elixir required the Power of Hundred Herb as a catalyst to plant the seed of the Power of Holy Light into the spirit herb, and the blending of the Power of Hundred Herb and the Power of Holy Light within the spirit herb would cause a spirit power backlash to the refiner.

Each blending caused her meridians to endure a surge of spirit power, the pain spreading from her fingertips to her wrists, like the finest wild thorns slowly scraping through her meridians.

She did not stop.

The golden spirit powder in the barbarian stone mortar coalesced at her fingertips into a golden pill the size of a thumb; the warm yellow light of the spirit lamp shone on the golden pill, refracting tiny golden specks of light that danced in Hua Jieyu's fair palm.

Hua Jieyu gently placed the golden pill into a Savage Beast silk medicine packet, her slender fingers tying the softest knot on the packet.

Her wrists trembled slightly during the tying motion, the aftershocks of the spirit power backlash still echoing in her meridians.

She knelt on the Savage Beast silk cushion and closed her eyes for a moment, the pain of the spirit power backlash flashing and vanishing in her quiet brow.

When she opened her eyes again, the gentle smile in her almond-shaped eyes had returned.

"Three more," she said softly to herself.

Her fingers reached out again toward the next golden spirit herb on the Savage Beast silk shelf.

When Wang Sheng walked into the Medical Tent, the warm yellow light of the spirit lamp was diluted by a degree by the daylight outside the moment the Savage Beast silk curtain was lifted.

He had come to check the stockpile of the Shadow Residue purification potion.

The preemptive strategy required the Holy Light Cavalry and the Light and Shadow Legion to launch a surprise attack before Zhao Mang completed his deployment, but the combat power of the ten first-rank Barbarian Generals of the Shadow Clan vanguard meant that there would inevitably be a large number of Shadow burns on the battlefield; Hua Jieyu's Shadow Residue purification potion was the only means of response.

The medicinal fragrance inside the tent permeated the air with the gentlest aura in the warm yellow light of the spirit lamp.

Hua Jieyu knelt on the Savage Beast silk cushion, her pale green Savage Beast silk medical robe shimmering with a gentle luster in the warm yellow light of the spirit lamp, her slender waist leaning slightly forward in her kneeling posture.

She did not hear his footsteps as he entered.

Her entire attention was focused on the refining of the second golden pill in the barbarian stone mortar; the Hundred Herb Medical Immortal's pale green spirit power blended with the golden spirit powder at her fingertips, her brows furrowing slightly, the pain of the spirit power backlash spreading from her fingertips to her palms, her fair fingers trembling slightly in the scorching heat of the golden spirit powder.

Beads of sweat seeped from her smooth forehead, sliding down her fair cheeks to the curve of her chin, shimmering with the tiniest light in the warm yellow glow of the spirit lamp.

Her almond-shaped eyes were fixed tightly on the refining process of the golden pill in the barbarian stone mortar, the corners of her eyes tensed slightly; her almond-shaped eyes, which usually held a gentle smile, were now full of focus and endurance, her dimples hidden by her tense expression, leaving only a face so fair it was nearly transparent. The pain of the spirit power backlash made her lips press tightly together, their color paler than usual.

The second golden pill coalesced at her fingertips.