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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

nHer figure was slender and graceful. Even at a glance, one would be amazed by her unadulterated elegance.

n“Dong’er.”

nHe took a step forward; excitement was written all over his face. For the first time, Mo Wen, who was usually calm, was excited.

nBut the girl didn’t seem to hear him at all. She continued striding forward.

nMo Wen took a deep breath. The shock in his eyes slowly receded, but his gaze still remained fixed on the girl’s silhouette.

nThey were way too alike! It was like a mirror image!

nThe girl that passed by Mo Wen just now was the spitting image of Mo Wen’s sister from the other world, Mo Dong’er. Their faces, temperaments, figures… even their presences were alike.

nJust now for a moment, he thought his sister had appeared in front of him. If wasn’t for the fact that it was impossible for Mo Dong’er to appear on Earth, he would have surely mistaken the girl as Mo Dong’er.

nIn the other world, both Mo Wen’s parents passed away rather early. His only close family member was his sister, Mo Dong’er.

nSo when he found out that his sister had an incurable disease, Mo Wen had felt like the whole world had come tumbling down.

nFor a few years, he had traveled across the world and tested hundreds of herbs, offering himself as the subject to experiment the medicine. But still, he couldn’t cure his sister’s disease, which was his biggest regret in his other life.

nStaring at the figure gradually disappearing in front of his eyes, Mo Wen’s facial expression shifted. After a while, he took a deep breath and chased after the girl.

nIn the library, the girl walked towards one of the tables and sat down. She read the book in her hand quietly.

nMo Wen sat down in the seat opposite the girl.

n“Excuse me. What is your name?”

nHe blurted out the question without considering whether it was brusque.

nThe girl frowned slightly. She raised her head a little. A face, beautiful beyond comparison, appeared before Mo Wen’s eyes.

nAll the titles of the Four Great Beauties 1 were unable to describe the girl before him. This beauty was like a snow lotus from the heavenly mountain; sacred and pure.

nJust looking at her would inevitably induce a sense of peace and calm, achieving enlightenment. Any qualms, impulses, and anxieties would just be washed away.

nMo Wen stared at the face near him, falling into a trance again. It was too similar. Not just the face, but even her gentleness and elegant temperament were the same.

nWhy would a person who resembled his sister to such an extent appear all of a sudden? Of the countless worlds, was this really coincidence?

nThe girl looked at Mo Wen; her raised eyebrows relaxing slowly. She didn’t say anything though, and instead lowered her head and returned to reading her book.

n“Mo Dong’er?” Mo Wen testingly called out. Although the girl’s intention of not wanting to be disturbed anymore was clear, he could only pretend he didn’t see it.

n“My name is Mo Qingge. Please do not disturb me from reading.”

nMo Qingge’s voice was ethereal, like a humming phoenix. Very few people could have voices as pure as hers.

n“Mo Qingge!” Mo Wen muttered to himself. Suddenly his eyes shot wide open. He asked strangely, “Your surname is also Mo?”

n“What else would you like to know? If there is nothing else, please leave.”

nMo Qingge calmly looked at Mo Wen. Did he really not know her name? She should be a new student, otherwise how dare he flirt with her?

nMo Wen smiled unnaturally, his eyes looking dejected. Although she looked exactly like Mo Dong’er, in the end it wasn’t her.

n“In the future, if you have any problems, you can come and find me. My name is Mo Wen.”

nHe took a deep breath. Knowing that forcing himself on a girl was rather brusque and rude, he got up and prepared to leave.

nBut the next second, his facial expression changed; it suddenly became gloomy. His rising body sat down again.

nMo Qingge looked confused. Why was someone who was about to leave sit down again?

nBut she didn’t say anything, continuing to focus her attention on the book in front of her. She was as indifferent as a pool of still water, and Mo Wen was a clump of air; he could not affect her mood.

n“You are ill.”

nMo Wen said this with a ghastly face, because he had discovered that Mo Qingge had the exact same strange disease that his sister Mo Dong’er had! He did not dare to believe that this was true, that the world would have such a coincidence.

nUp until now, Mo Wen have no idea what the cause was for Mo Dong’er’s strange disease. He had expended all means, but had yet to find a cure. Facing his sister’s disease, the usually unimpeded genius of his generation, the Miraculous Physician Mo Wen, for the first time in his life, thoroughly felt helpless and useless.

nThe symptoms of the disease were not only strange, but were terrifying when it surfaced. If they were not kept in check, the consequences would be unthinkable.

nNo one knew when it began, but Mo Dong’er’s body started to automatically generate a type of killing spirit. The terror induced by this killing spirit was unparalleled. No one should have such a killing spirit.

nEven the killing spirit of the Northern Devil was child’s play when compared to Mo Dong’er’s killing spirit. It was not even worth mentioning; like a drop in an ocean.

nOne was an external power, developed later in life; the other was internally generated endlessly. It was as though her body had a source of this spirit, oozing out unceasingly.

nUsually Mo Dong’er’s killing spirit in her body was always in a dormant state. If there was no external disturbances, it would normally not be revealed.

nBut every year, there would be a day where the killing spirit would rampage out of control and would uncontrollably seep out of her body. As the killing spirit overflowed from her, it would wither any vegetation within a hundred yards of her, rendering the land a wasteland.

nEven people could not approach her. Those with low Cultivation would be corroded by the killing spirit instantaneously, becoming a shriveled corpse.

nAt that moment, if her will was not strong enough, she would lose consciousness and turn into a demon who would not stop killing until it had died from exhaustion.

nAlso, once demonized, her strength would increase to an unimaginable level, far surpassing what mere mortals could handle. If Mo Dong’er had completely demonized, the entire Mo clan would have probably perished at her hands.

nThat year if Mo Wen had not defended her, Mo Dong’er would have been banished from the Mo clan.

nThe first few times when the killing spirit ran amok, if her willpower was strong enough, she could still use her power to suppress it.

nBut every time the killing spirit ran amok, the next time would be stronger and more violent. Under the worsening state of the killing spirit, regardless of how strong her willpower, she would, one day, completely succumb to it.

nAlso, whenever the killing spirit went on a rampage, outsiders couldn’t interfere – only she could suppress it with her willpower. Mo Wen had tried countless times, but with his Inner Qi Cultivation level, he could not suppress it.

nMo Dong’er’s killing spirit was like a sea – wide and vast. For his cultivated Inner Qi to contend with such a vast killing spirit was like a grain of sand in a vast ocean.

nThat was why he had never asked the senior masters from the martial arts circle for aid. He knew, no matter who it was, that it was impossible to use their Cultivation to suppress the killing spirit in Mo Dong’er’s body. Using external force to forcefully interfere would only result in an even more serious backlash.

n1: The Four Great Beauties are four Chinese women in ancient China history, renowned for their beauty. These were Xi Shi, Wang Zhaojun, Diaochan, and Yang Guifei.

nXi Shi is said to be so entrancingly beautiful that fish would forget how to swim and sink below the surface upon seeing her reflection in the water.

nWang Zhaojun is said to be so beautiful that her appearance would entice birds in flight to fall from the sky.

nDiaochan is said to be so luminously lovely that the moon itself would shy away in embarrassment when compared to her face.

nYang Guifei is said to have a face that puts all flowers to shame.

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