Her shallow breaths faltered as her wide, trembling eyes lifted to Bai Zihan.
"Do... do I want to live?"
She whispered, voice hoarse, weak, yet carrying a strange clarity beneath the fragility.
To be honest, the pain made life hardly worth clinging to.
But she knew how much her brother had sacrificed for her sake—how many things he had given up just so she could keep breathing.
If she surrendered now, wouldn’t that mean trampling over all his efforts?
And perhaps, more than that—beyond all the excuses she told herself—deep down, she truly did want to live.
Otherwise, surviving until now would have been impossible.
Her lips parted again, but no sound came out.
Her throat constricted, her body shook violently, and another bout of coughing wracked her frame.
Jin Yuanzhan’s voice cracked. His grip tightened on her hand, as if he could anchor her life by sheer force of will.
Jin Yuanzhan clenched his fists, his eyes burning with desperate hope.
"You... you know what’s wrong with her? Can you help her? I would be willing to do anything."
But Jin Yuelin, against her brother’s frantic pleas, raised her trembling fingers ever so slightly.
They brushed weakly against his arm, a gesture meant to still him.
Her gaze never left Bai Zihan.
It was almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that silenced the room.
"Even if it meant suffering more than you had?"
Bai Zihan understood that keeping her Heavenly Poison Body under control did not mean she would walk into a life of flowers and sunshine.
On the contrary, what awaited her might be an existence far more cruel and gruesome.
"I... I want to live!"
The words were broken, halting, as if dragged from the depths of despair.
But in that moment, her eyes, though clouded with pain and weakness, flickered with something that even death had not extinguished—an unyielding desire, thin yet unbreakable.
Bai Zihan’s expression didn’t change, but a faint light glimmered in his gaze.
"Good," he said simply.
From his Storage Ring, he took out a Grade-4 herb brimming with Yang Energy.
(This should be enough to stabilize her condition temporarily.)
"Absorb this. It should help."
Jin Yuelin nodded and began absorbing. She didn’t even need to do anything consciously, as her body naturally drew it in—like a sponge soaking in water.
After some time, Jin Yuelin completed absorbing the Yang Energy from the herb.
Her complexion looked much better, though it was still far from that of a normal person.
Jin Yuelin said softly.
"No need. But if you wish to live, you must listen to everything I say."
"You... you really have a method to save her?"
Jin Yuanzhan asked again.
He didn’t dare believe—not after all the disappointments he had faced.
But still, hope was what kept people moving forward.
"Well, all I can say is that I might be able to help her. But it all depends on her."
He turned to Jin Yuelin, waiting for her answer.
"I will do whatever you want me to do."
Well, that was a good start.
Honestly, saving her wasn’t that difficult for him, just as Immortal Emperor Feilian had said.
Moreover, in the System Store, he did have the perfect cultivation technique for a person with the Heavenly Poison Body.
Of course, he wasn’t going to spend his System Points on something that didn’t benefit him directly.
"Immortal Emperor Feilian, teach her the technique you know."
She had previously stated that she knew a method that could help control the poison within her body.
"Bai Zihan... do not be too hasty."
Bai Zihan’s eyes narrowed slightly, though his outward expression remained unchanged.
"You said you had a technique for her. Isn’t this the time to teach it?"
He asked silently within.
"It is not something that can be learned in an instant. The art I know is a specialized cultivation method created to suppress and channel the Heavenly Poison Body. Without the proper foundation, forcing it upon her will only hasten her death."
Bai Zihan’s brows twitched.
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The Immortal Emperor paused before answering.
"Materials. Three primary ones are necessary to begin stabilizing her body: a Yang Essence Pearl, a Scarlet Solar Lotus, and the venomous core of a Grade-8 beast."
"The first two, I think I have them. But the last..."
Bai Zihan didn’t think there were any Grade-8 venomous beast cores within the Bai Clan.
"And more than that—right now, the girl is not in any condition to cultivate, let alone endure the method. If she attempts to cultivate the technique as she is, her body will collapse under its own poison. For now, the only thing you can do is keep feeding her steady Yang Energy to balance her condition until she can withstand more."
Bai Zihan exhaled quietly through his nose, his expression betraying none of the irritation that stirred inside.
"So troublesome... I thought it would be simple."
He shook his head slightly.
(Well, no use complaining.)
Turning his gaze back toward Jin Yuelin, who looked at him with hope burning in her frail eyes, and Jin Yuanzhan, who clutched his sister’s hand as if terrified she would vanish, Bai Zihan finally spoke.
"She cannot be cured overnight. Her body is too unstable. For now, I will give her the Yang Energy she needs to recover enough to endure what comes next."
Jin Yuanzhan looked up quickly, his eyes shining with desperate relief.
What he feared most after getting expelled was whether he can buy enough Yang Energy filled resources.
"Then—then you truly mean to save her?!"
Bai Zihan glanced at him, his tone calm, even dismissive.
"Whether she lives or dies will depend on her. I will only provide help."
He rose to his feet, his robes flowing lightly, and looked toward the door.
"Pack your things," he instructed Jin Yuanzhan, his tone commanding and leaving no room for argument.
"We are going to the Bai Clan."
Jin Yuanzhan blinked, startled.
Bai Zihan’s voice carried an unshakable certainty.
"If she is to live, she will need more than scraps of Yang herbs scattered here and there. Only within my Bai Clan’s resources can her condition be stabilized properly. And once her strength is steady..."
His gaze fell briefly upon Jin Yuelin, sharp as a blade yet holding the faintest trace of something else—acknowledgment.
"Then we will begin to cure her!"