CHAPTER 276: CHAPTER 234

Lan Tian was stunned upon entering. Inside Mo Junhua’s Sea of Consciousness were fragments of memories, large chunks floating about, mostly grey memory fragments. Grey indicated that the memories were either vague or entirely forgotten, while the white memory fragments were those he fully remembered.

As soon as Lan Tian’s Divine Sense touched a memory fragment beside her, it was like stirring a hornet’s nest. The memory fragments in the Sea of Consciousness began to whirl suddenly, creating a tempest within the blink of an eye. The ferocious storm, with the momentum to destroy everything in its wake, ravaged everything, leaving nothing behind. Luckily, Lan Tian escaped in time, nearly having her Divine Sense destroyed multiple times.

The memory fragments seemed to have their own consciousness and chased Lan Tian everywhere, making it impossible for her to hide. Returning, this was the first time Lan Tian had been so flustered. While fleeing, she saw a miniaturized version of Mo Junhua enveloped in a white mist.

Lan Tian looked over and couldn’t help but hold her forehead and sigh deeply, feeling that Heavenly Dao had always favored him. Mo Junhua, struck by the Heavenly Tribulation, was compensated with Jade Liquid by Heavenly Dao, while she, who legitimately went through the Heavenly Tribulation, got nothing.

Inside the cocoon, Mo Junhua was practicing breath control, using a common mental method probably acquired elsewhere as the military didn’t have martial arts mental methods. It was a method anyone could learn, but mastering it was another matter. With such a common method, Mo Junhua was still able to absorb the Jade Liquid.

Tired from watching, Lan Tian severed that strand of Divine Sense. No wonder Mo Junhua hadn’t woken up; he was busy absorbing benefits. Once absorbed, his physical strength wouldn’t be inferior to any Golden Core Body Cultivator in the Cultivation World.

"Girl, how is Hua Zi? He’s alright, isn’t he? Do you know why he hasn’t woken up yet?" Mr. Mo asked anxiously as soon as Lan Tian opened her eyes, desperate for knowledge and wanting to understand the unknown so he could solve it himself if it happened again.

Su Qing also eagerly awaited her response.

"Mo Junhua is fine," Lan Tian said, noticing they still expected more from her. Thinking, she chose an easier analogy, "It’s like he’s just sleeping, not fully asleep. It’s like those protagonists in stories who jump off cliffs and obtain unparalleled martial arts skills, then come back as martial masters unbeatable across the world. You could say that Mo Junhua has experienced a serendipitous adventure."

"Sister-in-law, does that mean when the battalion commander wakes up, he will be a martial arts master?" Su Qing was inexplicably excited.

"You’re thinking too much, young man," Lan Tian couldn’t help but dampen Su Qing’s enthusiasm, disliking his blind worship of Mo Junhua. Without the proper Cultivation Technique, even if Mo Junhua absorbed the Jade Liquid, he would only be physically stronger than ordinary people. Having a strong physique without being able to utilize it properly was futile; at best, he would have enhanced endurance, faster recovery, and stronger vitality.

So that was it! Old Mo was not overly concerned; his daughter also had her adventures, and Mo Junhua, his son-in-law, being strong meant his granddaughter would have a better life.

"Sister-in-law, how much longer until the battalion commander wakes up?"

"It won’t be long, he should wake up in a few days," Lan Tian glanced at Su Qing, "Why, you’re relieved that you don’t have to take care of your battalion commander? Don’t worry, when he’s better, I won’t tell him."

Su Qing: "...", Why do I feel like you’re definitely going to tell the battalion commander?

With Mo Junhua okay, Lan Tian turned to visit Ji Feng.

Ji Feng’s situation looked similar to Mo Junhua’s. The charred outer layer had peeled off quite a bit, revealing tender light pink skin underneath. The only difference was his complexion, paler than usual, as white as paper, as if he hadn’t been in the sun for years.

This body looks much more frail; it’s simply incomparable to Ji Feng’s robust physique in his past life. Ji Feng’s skin was the color of wheat, with an eight-pack, a handsome face, and eyes like peach blossoms fluttering, a deeply passionate look. His extraordinary familial background always drew women to him like moths to a flame.

This body is somewhat weak, but its appearance is much better than in his former life; in modern terms, it could be described as devastatingly beautiful, a true male god.

Smooth facial contours, a peerlessly handsome face, as if crafted meticulously by a sculptor. With sword-like eyebrows stretching to the temples, a high nose bridge, with eyes like peach blossoms tightly shut, and lips a flesh color, thin and tightly pursed at the corners, creating an almost smiling impression, as if he could wake up at any moment, revealing the sparkle in those peach blossom eyes.

Looking closely, Lan Tian suddenly realized that this body bears a four to five point resemblance to Ji Feng from his former life. Is this a coincidence, or is there some familial relationship between the two?

Mortals don’t usually talk about karma, but having borrowed this body, Ji Feng must assume its obligations. Regardless of the duties this body holds, Lan Tian is ready to repay them on his behalf.

Lan Tian furrowed his brow; Ji Feng’s complexion was abnormally pale, not at all resembling that of a normal person. Having taken her Spiritual Medicine Pills, the body still looks ghastly—could there be some hidden ailment?

"Grandpa, has he always been like this?" Lan Tian asked curiously.

Her Divine Sense swept over Ji Feng’s body, finding nothing abnormal.

Mr. Mo found this odd, wondering why the girl kept staring at the Ji Family’s boy for so long, but then realized she was inspecting his illness. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt relieved, as if some important matter had escaped his observation, no matter how hard he tried to recall it.

"You mean Ji Feng," Mr. Mo responded as he came to his senses, "I heard from his family that he has been like this since birth. They’ve consulted many doctors to no avail, even foreign ones, but the cause remains unidentified. I’ve checked his pulse before; his body’s vital essences are slowly diminishing, as if being consumed by something."

Having practiced medicine for decades, Mr. Mo had never encountered such an unusual case. He had gone through all the Mo Family’s medical texts to no avail in finding a similar cause.

"That kid, there’s nothing left here for you, you can go," Mr. Mo suddenly became impatient, waving his hand to dismiss Su Qing. Su Qing turned her head to glance at Lan Tian, who nodded with a smile, and then Su Qing left. Once Su Qing was gone, Lan Tian turned to Mr. Mo.

"Grandpa, you specifically asked her to leave; do you have something to tell me?" Lan Tian placed her hand on Ji Feng’s wrist, channeling Spiritual Energy through his body, inch by inch, searching - Ji Feng’s body definitely had an issue.

"This time I came back specifically to take you to Beijing, to see the Ji Family’s old sir’s illness—that’s Ji Feng’s grandfather. The pills you provided are just keeping him alive, but not curing him. His condition worsened suddenly half a year ago, and he may not last another year without treatment."

Mr. Mo sighed deeply, lamenting that good deeds often go unrewarded.

"Ji Feng’s Grandpa?" Although Lan Tian was reluctant to agree initially, thinking of that man’s relation to Ji Feng softened her heart.

"Only the two of them, grandfather and grandson, are left in the Ji Family. Ji Feng’s parents died in the Cultural Revolution, leaving just those few weak and ailing family members. When Ji Feng heard that you could treat his grandfather, he insisted on coming here personally, despite his illness, to show his sincerity."

Lan Tian felt that beyond asking her to treat his grandfather, Ji Feng’s insistence on coming here was to confirm if she was indeed the person he knew.