For half a month, Mo Han continuously channeled his internal energy into me, and my health gradually improved. I was able to eat, drink, walk, and move around.
Although he had lost all his cultivation, he had become a complete mortal.
Not even a trace of spiritual energy could be found within his body.
If this had happened in the past, I would have been laughing about it for centuries.
Being a good-for-nothing glutton has always been my dream.
Now that it's actually happened, I feel a bit uneasy.
Ever since I witnessed Ji Ruchen's madness and demonic possession, I secretly vowed that if I ever had the chance, I would change my previous lazy and complacent attitude.
Take each day of your life seriously.
Because my life no longer belongs to myself; it was earned by Ji Ruchen through countless injuries.
Thinking of Ji Ruchen, I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest. Every time I thought of him, I felt a slight tremor in my heart.
I still vividly remember the determination and madness in his eyes back then.
The Holy Lord Zhiming once said that the Heaven-Splitting Tree was a treasure of the Immortal Clan, and the reason it grew in the southernmost part of the Demon Clan was because the environment there was quite special.
That place was once the sacred site of the Goddess of the Nine Heavens, Mother Earth.
The demon race and the immortal race have always had a close relationship. Ji Ruchen is an immortal, so there's nothing wrong with that.
But my second brother told me that after I lost consciousness, Ji Ruchen combined my heart with the leaf pendant around my neck and made a new heart for me, which is why I came back to life.
Otherwise, I would have turned to ashes and scattered with the wind by now.
I owe him so much in this life, and I don't know when I will have the chance to see him again.
The immortals have always looked down on my demon race. I'm afraid it won't be so easy for me to see him. I should stop thinking about such unrealistic things and focus on cultivating.
A gust of wind blew, and Mother arrived with Yinzheng and Huazheng, along with my favorite snacks.
As soon as I entered, I couldn't wait to close the door.
"Chao'er, tell your mother, how are things going with Mo Han in the mortal realm?"
I was trying my best to gather spiritual energy when she interrupted me.
The already scarce spiritual energy has vanished again; I'm so frustrated I could vomit blood.
But what can I do? I'm desperate too.
This is my mother, my own mother, I kept telling myself.
"How about what?"
I didn't know what she was talking about, and without understanding, I took a piece of osmanthus cake and took a big bite.
Then I began to speak:
"Mo Han didn't even come down to the mortal realm with me this time, Mother, are you confused?"
The Empress Dowager seemed to remember something, and smiled before speaking.
"I forgot, my son Chao'er left in such a hurry that he didn't know that Han'er had also descended to the mortal realm."
So, Mo Han also came down to the mortal realm with me.
My previous speculations have resurfaced.
Is Luo Qingyun the same person as Jun Mohan?
That can't be right, that joke is way too much.
Are you sure Mo Han has also descended to the mortal realm?
Stop teasing your daughter, okay? Your mother has never seen a mother more frivolous than you.
My mother is a playful goddess who, when she's in the mood, will even tease her own son and daughter. I don't really believe what my mother says.
After all, she herself was still a child at heart, spoiled rotten by her father.
"You little monkey, how dare you lie to your own child?"
As I was speaking, I felt a sharp pain on my head—another flick on the forehead.
People from the Jun family like to do this when they're angry; Mo Han is like this, and so is the Empress Dowager.
If I weren't so stubborn, the dent on my forehead would probably be three feet deep by now.
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