Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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"Goddess, what are we even doing? If the Hall Mother learns I let you jump down from four thousand meters in the sky, she's going to pinch my ear off and hang it on my bedside!" Tata said in Greek, like an old woman offering her prayer.

As she was saying it, she had already jumped out from the plane through the emergency exit while dragging Xinxia with her. They had chosen to land in advance rather than landing in Baiyun International Airport!

A pair of silver-white wings, like those of an elegant swan, spread in the air. Tata dove through the night sky with Xinxia, heading for the Canton Tower.

Xinxia's legs were impaired, so it was quite a risky move. However, they had no other choice considering Leng Qing's condition. If they acted according to convention, they would miss out on many opportunities!

"Let's hope it doesn't have a magic formation… forget it, I shouldn't have any problem breaking through it," Tata murmured, staring at the colorful Canton Tower coming up below them.

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They landed on the top of the tower. The guards were completely dumbfounded, but Tata and Xinxia did not have time to explain themselves. They immediately took the lift to the seventieth floor.

The sequence had wasted a little time. Roughly six minutes had passed since Leng Qing's heart had stopped beating.

If a person's heart stopped beating for ten minutes, there was no way they could help the person come back to life!

The lift descended rapidly. Tata was carrying Xinxia on her back as she walked into the ward. Mo Fan was overjoyed when he saw Xinxia.

"Goddess, please forgive my outrageous acts," Tata started praying.

Xinxia ignored the old woman. She sat down beside Leng Qing's cold body.

"Just accept it, I'm the third-best Healer of the Nanguo Magic Association. Do you think I would declare her dead if there was still a way to save her?" the middle-aged Healer scoffed.

"Keep quiet," Xinxia said sternly.

"Humph!" Xiao Anzhi twisted his lips disdainfully.

Xinxia closed her eyes. She gently placed her hand on Leng Qing's chest, which was now covered in dark energy. An unusual milky-white light surfaced. It was the glow of an ordinary Healing Spell, but it contained a hint of a different color, a sacred blue!

Everyone remained silent. They were all watching Xinxia.

Xinxia was still. The sacred light she was emitting grew stronger, as if she was being devoured by it.

The light gradually drove the dark energy away. Leng Qing's wilted heart recovered under the gentle light. It returned to life with a weak pulse.

"How?..." Feng Zhoulong could hear the faint beating of Leng Qing's heart.

"How is this possible!?" Xiao Anzhi's eyes widened. His eyes almost popped out from their sockets.

The electrocardiogram was showing a faint signal, proving that Leng Qing had regained her pulse. It was so weak that it was barely any different than a dead person. Normally, a person with such a weak pulse would die at any second, but it meant that the person was still alive!

"How dare you imbeciles underestimate the sacred magic of our Parthenon Temple! Ah, pardon me, what have I said!?" Tata exclaimed.

Xinxia moved her hand away from Leng Qing's body with a tired face.

Bringing someone who had passed the gate of Hell back to life forcibly was a strenuous task. Xinxia's cultivation was not that impressive, so she was worn out after using the sacred magic.

"I can only maintain her pulse for now. I have only bought us some time," Xinxia said.

"Bought us some time?" Lingling said with a blank face.

"It's an ancient spell, Dark Wither! If we can extinguish the source of the dark energy, it will expel the dark energy inside Leng Qing's body. Her heart will slowly recover once the dark energy is gone," Xinxia stated seriously.

"That doesn't make any sense. I've been a Healer for so long, but I've never heard that dark energy has a source. Something like that only applies to the Curse Element, where a Curse Spell could be nullified by taking out the person casting it!" Xiao Anzhi blurted out. No reputable Healer would admit they were inferior. What Xinxia had said was too ridiculous.

"Old Xiao, please keep your calm, I think what she just said is reasonable. The assassin's Dark Magic was pretty unusual. He must have some unique source of dark energy, something similar to the Spirit-grade Seeds and Soul-grade Seeds of Elemental Magic… his dark energy is contagious and dangerous. It also allows the assassin to track down his targets. If we don't get rid of the source of the dark energy, Elder Leng Qing will never recover from her current state," Feng Zhoulong said.

"But the problem is, the assassin is hiding somewhere in Guangzhou City. Do you know how big Guangzhou is? He has already gotten what he wanted. Finding him is like looking for a needle in the ocean," Xiao Anzhi protested.

Mo Fan ignored Xiao Anzhi's pessimism. He asked Xinxia, "If we find the assassin and destroy the source, will you be able to save Leng Qing?"

"I can, but..." Xinxia gently swiped her hand across Leng Qing's heart as she was speaking. She seemed to grab something and placed it on Mo Fan's hand, "She will die when all the petals fall off."

Mo Fan noticed Xinxia holding a flower made of dark energy. The flower was imprinted on Mo Fan's palm. It had seven black petals, but one of them was already very faint.

Mo Fan glanced at the flower, which looked like it would disappear with a single blow, and glanced at the stricken Lingling.

He clenched his fist and hid the flower. He said, "I'll find him!"

"The Hall of Assassins, Bei Jiang… who would have thought that organization has been stirring up troubles again," Tata murmured.

"You know the assassin?" Mo Fan said with a hint of surprise.

"I've never met the assassin you were talking about, but I did come across his accomplice in the past. His name was Mu Jiang (Tomb Craftsman). I believe this Bei Jiang is a new talent after him," Tata said.

"Do you know how we can find him?" Xinxia blurted out.

Tata shook her head and said, "The Four Craftsmen of the Hall of Assassins are known for their elusiveness. Even the old folk of the Continent Magic Associations have no clue how to track them down. I'm afraid the young woman has stumbled upon something she wasn't supposed to know. Otherwise, she would not be targeted by the Hall of Assassins. However, I do have a piece of advice for you: don't bother wasting your time trying to find the guy. Not many people are capable of finding a Craftsman who has gone into hiding; at least I don't think there's any person that can find him in your country..."

"What good does your piece of advice even do? What else can we do if we don't look for him?" Xiao Anzhi said, displeased.

Mo Fan looked at Lingling and placed his hand firmly on Lingling's shoulder. He said, "Lingling, if you really want to save your sister, you have to pull yourself together. The rest of us have no clue how to find the assassin. I hope you can find him with your extraordinary wisdom. Didn't you realize something? Your sister immediately thought of you when her life was in danger. It means she has faith in you, she believes you can help her overcome the situation! So, you have to snap out of it. Focus, recall any details that might help us find the assassin, analyze the assassin and interpret his next move, find him before these seven… six petals wilt!"

Lingling looked at Mo Fan with a blank face. Her unfocused pupils reflected Mo Fan's stern and determined face...

Her eyes slowly regained focus, the look that represented wisdom beyond her years. A flame had erupted deep within her heart, a fire carrying a strong determination!

Lingling wiped the tears from her face, pulling herself together faster than Mo Fan had imagined. Perhaps she realized she could not afford to cry like a girl her age would, as her sister's life was at stake. She did not want the past to repeat itself, and be told heartbreaking news. This time, she would do what she could to save her sister!

"Old lady, is there really no way that we can find these Craftsmen?" Lingling said with a slightly trembling voice.

"I swear in the name of the Parthenon Temple!" Tata stated firmly.

"So there's nothing we could do to save her?" Feng Zhoulong said.

If no one in their country could find a Craftsman that had gone into hiding, Leng Qing would still die eventually!

Leng Qing shook his head. She glanced at the dying Leng Qing. She was more determined to find the assassin after she imagined her sister ending up as an icy corpse. She said, "If we can't find him, we'll make him show himself!"

Tata smiled upon hearing Lingling's words.

It was exactly what she was trying to tell the others. No one in the world could find the Craftsmen, unless they showed up themselves!

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Casie Hotel, inside a pitch-black room…

A chubby little boy ran to the bathroom. It took him some time to find the switch. The light soon lit up the spacious bathroom.

The kid needed to relieve himself urgently. Since he had fallen from a height of more than four hundred meters, he kept having an urge to pee. He had to go to the toilet once every ten minutes, even when his bladder was completely empty...

"Tsk tsk tsk, little kid, do you know a very bad habit that I have?" a voice suddenly appeared behind him.

The voice spooked the kid. He was about to scream when he saw his shadow climbing onto his back and using its hand to cover his mouth.

Bei Jiang slowly pushed the window of the bathroom to the side...

"I'm suffering from a disease where I feel extremely painful when a person I assume is going to die is still alive. Therefore, can I please ask you to jump off the building again? It's not as tall as the tower, but it's enough!" Bei Jiang smiled widely.

The shadow slowly dragged the chubby kid to the window. The kid could not say a single word. Half of his body was already sticking outside the window.

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BANG!

With a loud thud, blood splattered on the ground of the car park in front of the hotel. Several loud screams rose quickly.

"That feels a lot better!" a voice commented.