It was a warmth that seeped out from the very cracks of her bones, so warm it made her want to cry.
Ah!
An uncontrollable moan escaped her lips, carrying a slight tremble.
This reaction startled Lin Mo himself, making him almost pull his hand back.
What the hell, I am a decent guy! Do not make it sound like I am doing something weird!
He steadied his mind, letting spiritual energy gently pulse from his palm. He quickly constructed a delicate isolation barrier around Han Lu's spiritual root, leaving only a tiny opening so that the power of the spiritual root could flow out in a slow, steady stream.
The entire operation was comparable to the most precise surgical procedure.
Only after finishing all this did Lin Mo let go.
Han Lu's body would now only be slightly cooler than an ordinary person's, but her Ultimate Ice abilities would not diminish in the slightest.
Most importantly, she would never feel cold again.
Han Lu stood there blankly, looking down at her hands. A warmth that did not rely on drinking alcohol was slowly rising within her.
For the first time, she realized that her fingertips could actually be warm.
If you had not met me, this body of yours would not have lasted another ten years.
Han Lu's body gave a violent shudder.
Lin Mo turned his head to look at the glass.
Fortunately, both of you sisters met me.
Lin Mo's tone was flat, yet it carried an unquestionable certainty.
With that said, Lin Mo pushed open the door to the intensive care unit and walked in.
The room was quiet, with only the rhythmic beeping of the monitor, so regular it was unnerving.
On the hospital bed lay a young woman quietly, her body covered in various tubes, her small face so pale it was almost transparent.
If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, one would almost think she was a lifeless wax figure.
Lin Mo's brows instantly furrowed. He shifted his gaze from the girl to Han Lu's face.
Zhang Gonglian does not know?
After he became the Celestial Master, they lost contact. Han Lu's voice was a bit hoarse, her gaze dodging, afraid to look at her sister on the bed.
True, a place like the Dragon Tiger Dojo did not even have cell signal, of course they would lose contact.
But you could always come down the mountain.
Lin Mo clicked his tongue in his mind.
Kid, even I cannot help you this time.
But on second thought, even if that blockhead knew, with his current abilities, he could probably only stare helplessly at the hospital bed.
Lin Mo's gaze sharpened again, looking straight at Han Lu. You have seen him several times, why did you not say anything?
This question was like a needle, piercing through Han Lu's forced composure.
She abruptly turned her head away, a heavy sigh escaping her throat.
Xu Dog's people have been watching closely. He hates Zhang Gonglian to the bone. The medicine keeping Xiaoxue alive was procured by Xu Dog. If Zhang Gonglian appeared here...
She did not finish her sentence, but the meaning could not be clearer.
Xu Dog would not hesitate to cut off the medicine, letting Xiaoxue die immediately.
To put it bluntly, her hands were tied to protect her sister.
Then why did you agree to cooperate with me? Lin Mo pressed.
This was what puzzled him the most. If she feared Xu Dog to such an extent, then cooperating with him was tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin.
The cooperation was actually secretly proposed by Lin Mo during lunch that day.
Given this layer of complications, why would Han Lu agree?
Han Lu's expression did not change much. She just subconsciously fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a flat metal flask.
She unscrewed the cap and brought it to her lips, only to suddenly remember that she no longer needed alcohol to numb her nerves.
But years of habit made her take a gulp anyway, as if possessed.
The spicy liquid slid down her throat, but it could no longer bring even the slightest burning comfort.
She put down the flask, her voice as cold as ice.
Because I found out that what happened to Xiaoxue was the doing of Xu Dog's men.
The Mask Society, right, Lin Mo chimed in, his tone flat, as if speaking of a trivial matter.
Yes.
Han Lu had actually investigated the truth a long time ago, but her strength was somewhat inferior to Xu Dog's, and she did not want to tell Zhang Gonglian about this either.
In the end, Lin Mo found her.
They hit it off immediately.
Alright, that is enough for the recap. Lin Mo rolled his wrists, producing a few crisp popping sounds from his joints. Time to get down to business.
Lin Mo raised his hand, Miraculous Recovery!
A surge of life energy, so rich it was almost tangible, burst forth from his palm.
It was not a glaring green light, but a gentle, jade-like emerald radiance, like willow buds in early spring, brimming with endless vitality.
The radiance did not just blanket her roughly; instead, as if it had a life of its own, it precisely followed those cold medical tubes and drilled into Xiaoxue's body.
The originally chaotic curves on the monitor began to become steady and strong at a visible rate.
Heart rate, blood pressure, blood oxygen... all the data representing life were wildly climbing back to normal levels!
Beside them, Han Lu tightly covered her mouth, her body trembling violently from extreme agitation, tears uncontrollably welling up and sliding down through her fingers.
She did not dare make a sound, afraid of disturbing this miraculous scene.
The radiance flowed, focusing on repairing the most severely damaged brain.
The effectiveness of the Miraculous Recovery mainly depended on Lin Mo's strength and the other party's condition.
Feeling the faint consumption of spiritual energy in his body, Lin Mo could not help but sigh in his heart.
This divine ability was truly awesome.
The human body was ultimately too fragile; even those Qi Refiners from the Dragon Tiger Dojo would die on the spot if hit by a large-caliber bullet.
A few minutes later, the green light gradually dissipated, merging into Xiaoxue's body and disappearing.
The girl on the bed saw her complexion turn rosy at a visible rate, and her breathing became long and steady.
Lin Mo withdrew his hand, turned around, and walked out of the ward, closing the door behind him to leave the space for the sisters.
He leaned against the wall in the corridor, thinking that he should probably head back to Yangcheng next, when he heard Han Lu let out an extremely suppressed gasp from inside the ward.
Through the glass, he could see Han Lu inside with red eyes, so excited she was incoherent: Her... her fingers moved! Xiaoxue's fingers moved!
As she spoke, she turned her head to look out the window at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo's face showed no surprise; he merely gave a faint Oh.
The brain is repaired, waking up is only a matter of time.
Although these words were ordinary, they held a completely different meaning for Han Lu.
She watched her sister's eyelashes flutter, wild joy filling her heart. She was just getting up to look outside, only to find that the figure standing there had disappeared.
Only a voice was left lingering in the air.
Alright, our cooperation has ended. Remember not to spread the word.
Han Lu still wanted to say something, but the girl on the bed slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was Han Lu.
Sis? Why are you here? I...
Xiaoxue's voice pulled Han Lu's thoughts back.
Han Lu threw her arms around Xiaoxue.
You are finally awake, you finally woke up.

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...