Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Horrifying Treatment

"Of course not!" Old Bird snapped. "She possesses spiritual roots with a Three-thousand-mile Qi Sea. Her physical resilience exceeds your capabilities. Even after exhausting all your Magic, the Healing Art would barely restore a few pounds of flesh—about the size of a hand. Restoring her entire body would take you a decade!"

"What if I use Explosive Qi and Blood Ignition Technique to multiply my Magic twentyfold?" Fang Lie protested.

"I already accounted for that," Old Bird scoffed. "Without those boosts, you couldn’t even regenerate half her pinky."

"Then what do I do?" Fang Lie groaned. "I promised to heal her, took payment, and forced that man into disgraceful acts. If I fail, he’ll turn vengeful. Our Fang Family’s honor can’t withstand this!"

"Simple solution." Old Bird chuckled. "The Ghost-Faced Snake’s Heart-Devouring Poison concentrates entirely in her heart. Replace that organ instead of the whole body. Two or three pounds of flesh—well within your current capacity."

"Understood," Fang Lie sighed.

Though their mental exchange lasted moments, Mo Wanfang already drummed his fingers impatiently. "Well? Have you concocted another lie?"

"There’s… a slight adjustment," Fang Lie hedged.

"What?" Mo Wanfang roared, slamming the table. "I violated clan principles to aid your investigation! Fail this cure, and I’ll devour your liver!"

"I can still heal her!" Fang Lie raised placating hands. "Just requires different methods. Your daughter’s physical cultivation surpasses my Magic reserves. Full-body regeneration proves impossible."

"Impossible?" Mo Wanfang’s face purpled. "You dared promise—"

"Listen! The poison’s localized!" Fang Lie interjected. "Her heart alone requires replacement. No need for full reconstruction."

"Heart replacement?" Mo Wanfang paled, then steadied himself recalling Fang Lie’s stranger feats. "Absolute certainty?"

"Guaranteed."

"Do it swiftly then."

"There’s… a complication." Fang Lie displayed his palm, where divine patterns shimmered with Nirvana True Fire. "The Healing Art only functions through direct palm contact."

Mo Wanfang’s eyes widened. "Nirvana fire! No wonder your legendary resurrections…" His voice trailed off as realization struck. "You mean continuous hand contact on her chest? Without… barriers?"

"Exactly," Fang Lie mumbled.

"VIP Sir’s balls!" Mo Wanfang bellowed. "My daughter remains pure!"

"I’m chaste too!" Fang Lie squeaked.

"Your virtue means nothing!" The clan leader narrowed his eyes. "Is this some ploy to defile her?"

"Fang Family honor and my Dao path swear otherwise!" Fang Lie raised a trembling oath hand.

Mo Wanfang studied the young man, then slumped defeated. "Cursed fate! Must I endure this humiliation?"

"Perhaps seek the Xuan Sect—"

"Never!" Mo Wanfang spat. "Those vultures demanded her hand in marriage as treatment! My daughter won’t become their breeding stock!"

Fang Lie wisely kept silent.

After heavy breathing subsided, Mo Wanfang gripped Fang Lie’s collar. "One rule: Your hand enters through the existing chest wound. No peeking under her robes. Violate this…" He drew a finger across his throat.

"Yes, sir. Strictly medical contact."

"Begin. Now."

Mo Wanfang turned away as Fang Lie approached the unconscious maiden. The healer’s palm glowed crimson—whether from Nirvana fire or blushing, none could tell.

"Yes, I swear I won’t look!" Fang Lie said hurriedly.

"And after this, you must keep your mouth shut—no leaks, not a single word!" Mo Wanfang growled. "Understand?"

"Got it, I promise not to tell anyone!" Fang Lie answered obediently.

Fang Lie knew he was at fault. He hadn’t given them a heads-up but still took the non-refundable fee upfront, making him appear scheming. The awkwardness left him deflated before Mo Wanfang.

"Sigh!" Mo Wanfang exhaled heavily, waving his arm weakly. "Begin, and tread carefully!"

As his arm lowered, the ice encasing Mo Lanyun dissolved, exposing her fully.

"Understood!" Fang Lie nodded, wiping cold sweat before cautiously extending his guilty right hand.

Mo Wanfang glared, Magic swirling around him, face twisted as if ready to strike Fang Lie dead any moment.

Fang Lie’s pressure was greater—having to touch a father’s treasured daughter inappropriately, as an inexperienced youth, made sweat drench him.

But bound by his promise, he gritted his teeth, shut his eyes, and thrust his hand into her clothes. His fingers stabbed like blades, yanking out a pitch-black heart.

Tossing it aside, he pressed his palm against her soft skin, channeling the Healing Art.

Flames kindled in Mo Lanyun’s chest. The heart regenerated in the fire, her wound sealing until nothing remained.

Before Fang Lie could withdraw, Mo Lanyun’s eyes snapped open!

The first sight for the awakened girl was a youth’s hand inside her clothes, gripping her chest!

A prodigy of peerless cultivation, she couldn’t endure this. Wrath consumed her.

With a shriek, she unleashed a palm strike without letting Fang Lie explain!

Though weakened, her remaining Magic overwhelmed Fang Lie.

A watery light blasted his chest. His consciousness dissolved into liquid, then he found himself reviving within the Cycle of Fire.

In the stone chamber, Mo Wanfang witnessed Fang Lie’s body shatter into water, splattering across the room.

Mo Lanyun sprang up, tearful and indignant. "Father! How could you let a man assault me?"

"Ahaha!" Mo Wanfang chuckled nervously. "Dear daughter, that was your healer! Recall the Ghost-Faced Snake’s Heart-Devouring Poison? He cured you! The touch was necessary—I monitored everything. No assault occurred!"

"Truly?" Mo Lanyun murmured, then checked internally. "The Deadly Poison’s mostly gone! My heart’s renewed, only traces remain—my Magic can purge them!"

Suddenly, she paled, tears cascading.

Mo Wanfang startled. "Why weep?"

"I killed my savior!" she wailed. "I’ve become heartless and ungrateful!"

"Pah!" Mo Wanfang snorted. "That scoundrel’s death matters not!"

"How can you say that? He saved me!"

"Worry not," he reassured. "He’s unkillable. Even your grandfather couldn’t manage it!"

"Ah! Is he… Fang Lie?"

"Yes, that stubborn fool!" Mo Wanfang grumbled. "Enough—let’s depart."

"Mm." Mo Lanyun nodded, following him out.