Inside the heart of Misty Veil Peak, the winds were no longer singing, yet the leaves were dancing, unaware that once fallen from the tree, life is as small as the Yang rod of Ye Chen.
The cold mist that once brought pride now felt like mourning silk draped over tombstones.
The clouds that used to embrace the pagoda’s silver spires now hovered like sentinels of despair.
Mu Shiyue appeared within the inner sanctum with a flicker of pale blue light.
The air here was thick with spiritual condensation, and yet devoid of any visible joy.
The Azure Soul Pagoda towered in front of her, stood like an ethereal structure carved from ancient sapphire jade, its nine levels suspended by floating rings of yin essence.
Without any thought, she took one step forward, her robe fluttering softly under the unavoidable increase of gravity.
There, on the seventh floor... Where gravity was five hundred times than that of normal,
Her daughter, Mu Yuling, encased in lotus-like frost, seated cross-legged within a circle of seven falling petals.
Her hair floated around her like strands of dark threads frozen in time.
Her breath was nearly imperceptible, her soul dimmed as a flickering candle under a winter storm.
No tears fell seeing her daughter , as Mu Shiyue had wept them all during the first week.
Instead, she pulled out a shimmering jade token from her sleeve and placed it on the offering platform.
Behind her, a faint mechanical hum echoed. Ten figures stepped out of the void one by one.
They were the very Grade-8 Alchemist Golems, gifted by Young Master Zhao.
Each one bowed toward her in synchronized unity like a well-trained imperial force.
"Awaiting command, Master..." Each of the golem said in Union.
Don’t be mistaken, they are not only the grade-8 alchemist but also a fifth-stage of Divine Saint realm powerhouse.
Mu Shiyue’s voice did not tremble.
"Create the Soul Restoration Oil within three days. I have already initiated the lunar lock..." With a wave of her hands, the rare treasure and medicinal herbs descended from her storage ring.
A crystal dome unfurled above the pagoda peak, drawing in lunar essence from the high heavens.
Despite the relatively early morning, the sky turned dark and a bright full moon appeared on the sky.
The golems moved as one, conjuring furnaces of star-silver from thin, drawing spiritual water from frozen lakes, weighing ingredients as rare as; crying cloud petals, Divine moonlight grass, and even phoenix bone pollen.
Her spiritual sense monitored every thread, aka, Thirty-seven thousand two hundred and twelve materials.
Mu Shiyue clenched her fists.
Zhao Fan... if this works, if your golems succeed, my life is complete at your mercy, if you say go east, I shall not even dare to glance at west.
She glanced up at her daughter once more.
That face, though faintly pale, was the image of youth, not yet corrupted by pain, not yet hardened by betrayal.
She lowered her head, murmuring a prayer not to gods, but to fate.
The golem worked profoundly, and within 20 minutes, using the profound immortal alchemy method, they successfully created the Soul Restoration Oil.
The oil was yellow in color like a mango, yet the smell was mind-sickening.
"Cough* Cough*" Mu Shiyue coughed overwhelmed by the smell, tears falling down like shimmering crystals.
One of the golem brought the jade bowl containing soul restoration oil, to Mu Shiyue.
She took the jade bowl with both hands, like cradling the breath of her daughter’s soul.
The warmth of the Soul Restoration Oil pulsed through the vessel.
It wasn’t fiery, neither spiritual, but a strange resonance... like the heartbeat of a long-lost twin echoing from across an eternal void.
It trembled with moonlight and fate alike.
Mu Shiyue’s lips quivered.
Even a Grade-7 Alchemist would take a week under the lunar phases to produce half the quantity. And yet these golems, had done it in less than the time it takes a flower to bloom.
She bowed low once again, not to the golems, but to the empty air, to the one who was not there... It doesn’t matter if the person isn’t physically present.
"Zhao Fan... you are not a man," she whispered, her voice lost to the wind that began to stir the veil mists around the peak.
"You are a calamity wearing mortal skin... a living law... and I am just a woman fortunate enough to beg under your shadow,"
She rose to her feet and turned toward her daughter, her own spiritual aura surged.
Using the Moonfreezing Veil Physique, she gently dispersed the surrounding Yin mist, as she stepped into the ring of petals.
As she stepped forward, her hands trembling not from fear, but reverence.
Mu Yuling’s body, untouched by mortal warmth for three weeks, still retained the soft brilliance of youth, though her jade-like skin had begun to pale into the cruel hue of ice-marbled porcelain.
Even so, she looked like a sleeping goddess frozen in a statue of silence.
Mu Shiyue knelt beside her.
The jade bowl in her hands pulsed faintly, the Soul Restoration Oil now releasing an almost inaudible hum, resonating with the bloodline of ice that ran through both mother and daughter.
"This will feel cold, Yuling... colder than any night you’ve ever meditated through. But mother’s hand will guide you back..."
She dipped two fingers into the thick, golden oil.
The texture was smooth but unnaturally heavy, like rubbing destiny itself into the skin, it was also slimy.
With absolute care, she pressed her oiled fingertips to the center of Mu Yuling’s chest, just above the heart meridian.
A soft hiss rang out as the aura clashed.
The frost that had claimed her daughter’s skin shivered, cracked, and began to melt.
She worked methodically, every motion infused with her Qi and maternal resolve, as she rubbed the Oil through her daughter’s Jade-like skin.
[Ding! You have successfully altered the course of fate.]
[Mu Yuling, who was originally meant to be saved by Yang Kai in order to regain Mu Shiyue’s favor, has now been rescued in advance by your golems.]
[You have plunder 1000 luck value from Yang Kai ]
[You have obtained 20, 000 system points ]
[Ding! The major plotline has changed in Yang Kai’s story, his story is taking a major change ]
Zhao Fan who was enjoying the morning tea while having maid Yi, in his lap, smiled upon hearing the notification of the system.
However, it was bad because those luck was stolen by system, Zhao Fan, doesn’t fully trust these foreign things.
If this systen was useless, Zhao Fan would have long refined it for his cultivation growth.