Chapter 2776
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Lin Shaomin wiped the tears off her face. "Little brother, you're saying that you're fine now? Did Jun Mo Xie heal you? "
Lin Shaocong nodded. "When my Dantian was being reconstructed, I … I knew I was recovering … but I couldn't speak because of the pain. Now … now that my meridians are being reconstructed, it's not that painful anymore. I … I finally have the strength to speak."
Lin Shaocong's parents were already in despair. They were overjoyed to hear their son speak.
Lin Shaocong's mother grabbed Lin Shaocong's hand and couldn't help but cry. "Son, you scared me to death!"
Lin Shaocong hurriedly said, "Don't move. Didn't you hear Shaocong say that your meridians haven't been reconstructed?"
Lin Shaocong struggled to hold his parents' hands and said softly, "Dad, Mom, don't blame sister. She … she believed that God Jun was right … that … that Saintess humiliated sister … I … I didn't want her to heal me … luckily … luckily God Jun is here … "
The people in Clear Night Hall didn't notice the changes in the Lin Family.
Everyone was immersed in worship and awe of Mu Le Pavilion.
With the Lin Family as an example, Mu Le Pavilion's reputation was pushed to the peak.
Ya Shuang and the other four listened to the thousands of cultivators in Clear Night Hall shouting 'Long live Mu Le Pavilion' in unison.
However, at this moment, a high-pitched music soared into the sky.
It was a performance of the Chinese harp.
The sound of the Chinese harp was usually gentle and elegant, but not loud.
But this music drowned out everyone's voices.
Everyone's eyes were unconsciously drawn to it.
In the next moment, they saw a young man with blood stains on his chest leap three feet into the air.
It was unknown when a three-foot-long sword had appeared in his hand, but it danced in the air like a flower with the sword.
The young man's swordsmanship wasn't outstanding, but the spiritual energy radiating from his sword was indescribably pure and unrestrained.
It was as if the sword had become a part of his body.
"Isn't … isn't that the kid from the Lin Family? Didn't he die from the treatment? "
"Did I sense wrongly? Why do I feel that his sword intent and spiritual energy are both stronger than before he got sick? "
Lin Shaocong somersaulted in the air and landed in front of Mu Yan. He knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Thank you, Great God Jun, for saving my life!"
Mu Yan's fingertips gently pluck the strings of the Chinese harp, and she says with a slight smile, "It's also because of your perseverance that you can endure the pain of the Dantian remodeling."
Her control of the Chinese harp is far less smooth than that of the Tian Mo Qin.
A ninth-grade spirit artifact was far inferior to an ancient divine artifact.
So when she was saving Lin Shaocong, she went through a lot of trouble and almost failed at the last moment.
Fortunately, although Lin Shaocong was young, his mind was extremely persevering. He actually relied on his willpower to endure the torment of his Dantian's shattering and mending.
It was no wonder that at such a young age, he was able to reach the peak of the Jiedan realm.
Hearing Mu Yan's praise, Lin Shaocong shows a silly smile.
Muyan holds out her hand: "Come here, I'll take your pulse."
Lin Shaocong hurried forward.
Seeing the young girl's slender, jade-like fingers on his wheat-colored skin, his heart suddenly beats like a drum, and his face flushes red.
Mu Yan didn't notice the young man's thoughts at all. She says with a warm smile: "Your illness has been cured, and you can cultivate without worries in the future."
"Thank … thank you, Great God Jun."
(End of Chapter)
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