Chapter 814

Chapter 814: A Glimmer of Cauldron Spirit

On the sickbed, Mo Han’s father lay in a deep coma.

His figure was emaciated, his face as pale as golden paper, and his closed eyes had turned white, making it evident to anyone that his life was nearing its end.

In Wang Chen’s eyes, this old man was enveloped by an invisible yet tangible black energy, as if possessed by malevolent spirits and monsters!

"This is the work of a curse," Elder Yao’s voice resonated in Wang Chen’s mind. "He has at most three days left."

Wang Chen inquired, "Elder, is there any way to break the curse?"

Though Wang Chen was no expert in medicine, with the guidance of Elder Yao, a Nascent Soul true immortal who had lived twelve lifetimes, he could easily assume the role of a divine healer.

“Fellow traveler Wang, is there still hope for my father?”

Seeing Wang Chen deep in thought, Mo Han anxiously asked.

If Wang Chen could not find a solution, Mo Han would have no choice but to watch helplessly as his father’s life slipped away.

"I’ll do my best," Wang Chen replied.

He stepped forward, carefully observing the old man, then retrieved an elixir from his Xumi Ring and placed it into Mo’s father’s mouth.

This elixir could not dispel the curse, but it could preserve his life force and enhance his vitality.

As soon as the pill entered his mouth, it dissolved into a liquid elixir, flowing down his throat and into his stomach.

Although Mo’s father did not awaken, the color gradually returned to his face, and he appeared somewhat better.

Mo Han was overjoyed.

However, this was merely the beginning. Wang Chen then raised his right palm and gently pressed it against Mo’s father’s forehead, infusing a trace of pure innate true energy.

At that instant, the black energy surrounding Mo’s father surged like a disturbed beehive, all rushing toward Wang Chen’s palm with a clawing ferocity.

This was the curse’s backlash!

Its malevolence was so palpable that even Mo Han’s expression changed, realizing the gravity of the situation.

But Wang Chen remained calm and unafraid, allowing the dense black energy to envelop his hand.

The cursed black energy seemed to possess a sinister intelligence, extending countless tendrils in an attempt to penetrate Wang Chen’s skin and pores!

Yet, no matter how fiercely they tried, they could not succeed.

When all the black energy had gathered, Wang Chen suddenly raised his hand, opening and closing his fingers as he compressed the cursed black energy into a tight ball in his palm.

The cursed black energy writhed and struggled, refusing to submit, but it could not break free from Wang Chen’s grasp.

Finally, it condensed into a black spider the size of a thumb!

Wang Chen twisted his wrist to hold it, the black spider spinning in his palm and emitting a hissing sound.

Beside him, Mo Han was aghast: "What is that?"

“Slayer Spider.”

Wang Chen explained, “Your father has been cursed by it, which is why he has become like this!”

“Slayer Spider?”

Mo Han’s face turned extremely pale. “I think I’ve heard about it before. Fellow traveler Wang, did someone harm my father?”

Wang Chen nodded, and suddenly clenched his five fingers together.

With a terrible screech, the Slayer Spider instantaneously turned to ashes in Wang Chen’s palm!

Though this curse was powerful, it could not withstand Wang Chen’s strength.

“Uh…”

Almost at the same moment, Mo’s father, lying on the bed, suddenly groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

“Father!”

Mo Han was overjoyed and immediately rushed to the bedside. “You’ve finally awakened!”

After days of torment, he had been plunged into despair, but now he could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Wang Chen, meanwhile, formed a spell with his hand, following an instinctive sensing from beyond, and suddenly uttered the truth: “Break!”

It is said that one should not come empty-handed; since someone had set up a scheme to target Wang Chen through Mo Han, he could not just sit back and take hits without retaliating. He had to show the other party the consequences of their actions.

As his words fell, in a hidden chamber of Qinyun Palace atop Qinyun Peak, a cultivator meditating suddenly leapt three feet high, spewing forth a stream of black blood.

When the black blood splattered on the ground, it transformed into countless small black spiders, all rushing toward the cultivator.

Although these black spiders were tiny, they had fierce appearances, baring their fangs as they swiftly crawled into the cultivator’s robes, biting fiercely.

A chilling scream echoed suddenly within the hidden chamber!

At the Mo residence, Wang Chen glanced thoughtfully toward Qinyun Peak.

“Fellow traveler Wang.”

Mo Han wiped the tears from his eyes and said gratefully, “I can’t thank you enough. You saved my father’s life; I don’t know how to repay you. If you need anything, just let me know!”

Wang Chen smiled and said, “Mo, don’t mention it. First, take care of your father. We can talk later.”

Although Mo’s father’s curse had been lifted, his body would not recover immediately and still required time to heal.

Amid Mo Han’s many thanks, Wang Chen left the Mo family.

“You’re getting more entangled in this mundane world,” Elder Yao suddenly said. “At this rate, when will you reach the realm of the Supreme?”

Taiwu City was vast, with a population of millions, but the number of cultivators living within the city was very few.

Most cultivators practiced in the courtyards and caves in the mountains because only there could they avoid the distractions of the mundane world and wholeheartedly pursue the supreme path of heaven.

Mo Han was the perfect example of the opposite.

This cultivator held an administrative position in the Taiwu Pavilion; although he wielded considerable power and enjoyed a glamorous life, his cultivation level was not high, and he had little influence in the Qinyun Alliance, leading to his father’s serious illness going untreated.

Though his situation had other reasons, if he were strong enough, how could there be no one willing to help him?

Wang Chen entered Taiwu Mountain to cultivate, aiming specifically for the realm of the Supreme.

Once he reached this peak, even if he could not find the Mysterious Fox Order, there would still be hope of returning to the Haotian Realm.

Elder Yao was reminding Wang Chen not to be bound by worldly matters, which would dull his heart of the path and ultimately hinder his entry into the path.

However, Wang Chen’s eyes sparkled as he replied, “Elder, I believe that leaving the world isn’t necessarily the true path of the Supreme!”

During this time, while plowing and weeding, he had been sharing insights about cultivation with Elder Yao.

Elder Yao had lived twelve lifetimes and had always remained at the entry into the path realm. Though he had experienced a millennium, he still lacked the chance to reach the Supreme, but the accumulated experiences were undoubtedly formidable.

Wang Chen benefited immensely from communicating with him.

Yet, Wang Chen did not confine himself to the cultivation methods taught by Elder Yao, nor did he consider the belief in “The Supreme is Emotionless” as the only absolute path.

The Supreme, the Supreme! If no one has ever entered this realm, how could the path be defined?

The key was that when Wang Chen first entered Qinyun Palace, he had once helped a sick little girl on his way up the mountain.

At that time, it was merely a casual act, but it triggered a glimmer of Cauldron Spirit in the invisible realm.

This glimmer had seamlessly integrated into his path intent.

Today, after removing the curse from Mo’s father, he sensed the same Cauldron Spirit again.

After returning to his secluded abode, Wang Chen expressed all his thoughts to Elder Yao.

After listening, Elder Yao fell into deep silence.