Phoniex Requiem
Chapter 49: Dreams

Chapter 49: Dreams

Yun Ruoyan looked at the golden-yellow pill in her grandfather's palm before slowly extending out her hand. Although he forcefully held back his excitement, his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly as he did so.

The moment he touched the pill, he could fill the ripples of its surface with spiritual energy, giving it a mystical appearance.

His touch felt cool, and made him feel an indescribable sense of comfort, spreading from his fingertips all over his body.

Lin Qingchen and Lin Qingxue both looked on in bewilderment, but slowly their expressions turned into shock and astonishment. "Is that a high-grade spiritual pill ?!"

And then the three girls excitedly turned to Lin Zainan. "Grandfather, congratulations on your breakthrough!"

Just like spiritual weapons, spiritual pills and powders were generally divided into low, middle, and high classes.

Low level pills could be made by first to third level pill experts, intermediate level by fourth to sixth level, and high level by seventh level and higher. Lin Zainan was only a rank five pillmaster, and she remained at that level for many years. This was why Lin could only produce middle grade pills. Combined with the fact that there were only a few family members left, the Lin family had actually experienced a decline.

They barely managed to survive because of the reputation that had developed over the centuries, and because of Lin Zainan's fame and recognition since she was young.

If Lin Zainan could now concoct a high-grade spiritual pill, then the Lin family would definitely be much more prosperous than before!

The three girls looked at Lin Zainan excitedly, but she just shook her head bitterly. “It is not easy to make breakthrough. Grandfather hesitates that he will be able to make high-grade pills again."

"Then, how did you make this pill?" yun Ruoyan asked. The three girls stared at Lin Zainan question markingly as they waited for her answer.

Lin Zainan slowly sipped the tea that Lin Qingchen brewed for her. “Grandpa sacrificed Grandpa's cultivation for it.”

What's?! The sudden excitement of the three girls turned into shock. Concocting pills with spiritual energy was completely different from doing so at the expense of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy drained by the ordinary potion process could be replenished by cultivation, but that was not the case with sacrifice. Not only would the cultivation of a pillmaster decrease after the sacrifice, the pillmaster would also not be able to increase through cultivation.

Yun Ruoyan looked towards the pill in her hand once again, feeling as if it was carrying an incomprehensible burden.

“Grandfather, I..” He tried to speak again, but his emotions were so chaotic that he was once again at a loss for words.

Lin Zainan put down her tea cup. Calmly, with bright eyes and snow-white hair, he said to Yun Ruoyan, “As my granddaughter, my blood, I am willing to do anything for you. Not being able to save your mother is a lifelong regret, and what grandfather is doing now is trying to make amends."

He turned towards Lin Qingchen. “Pour a cup of alcohol for your sister and have her take her pills quickly.”

Lin Qingchen immediately followed his grandfather's orders and poured a large cup of fifty-year-old alcohol for Yun Ruoyan.

Suppressing his emotions for now, Yun Ruoyan put a golden pill in her mouth and gulped down alcohol.

The pill seemed to melt as soon as it touched the alcohol, and the combined fragrance of the pill and alcohol filled the room as he exhaled. A thick spiritual energy flowed down Yun Ruoyan's throat with a refreshing coolness.

“Quick, spend the alcohol. A phoenix bezoar is a potent antidote to poison, but it may give you goosebumps of its own. Combining it with alcohol will improve this coldness and increase its potency, so drain your cup completely."

Yun Ruoyan did as her grandfather ordered. The sudden burst of fire power merged with and eliminated the coolness of the pill as it flowed through its organs, bones and blood, skin and pores.

"Look at Sister Ruoyan's face!" Lin Qingxue exclaimed, her gaze unshakable.

His face was blue, then red, then dark purple. Slowly, the purple color concentrated around the right side of his face where his birthmark was.

The purplish-black blood split the scab that had just formed above the birthmark and dripped onto his face.

"The source of the poison is finally forced out!" Lin Zainan's tone was excited as she turned her head towards Lin Qingchen, who was watching the process attentively. "Qingchen, hurry, collect the poisonous blood on Ruoyan's face!"

Lin Qingchen quickly rushed over to look for a small porcelain container to hold the blood dripping from Yun Ruoyan's face, before handing it over to Lin Zainan.

Lin Zainan snorted as she looked at the bottle in her hand, muttering to herself, "Just wait until I find out what kind of poison has injured my grandson over the years!"

Yun Ruoyan felt as if she was hovering above the clouds, her entire body more relaxed than before.

"Qiu, qiu." In his drunken state, Yun Ruoyan seemed to hear Qiuqiu's voice. But he did not open his eyes, unwilling to pay attention, right now, all he wanted to do was sleep comfortably.

“Happy to have cleansed your body of poison, Mistress,” chirped Qiuqiu happily. "Have a good rest, ma'am, you'll feel better when you wake up."

Yun Ruoyan stood still in the middle of the room. A while later, when Lin Qingxue tried to wake him up, she discovered that Yun Ruoyan was asleep while standing up, right then and there.

He slept so soundly that he did not react even when Lin Qingxue and Lin Qingchen held him to the bed.

Lin Qingchen brought a basin of warm water, added anti-inflammatory powder, then wiped the remaining blood on the right side of her face with a towel. He rubbed the stain gently and gently, cleaning the blood and dirt little by little, until finally white skin was visible underneath.

Seeing Yun Ruoyan's original appearance, Lin Qingchen's eyes slowly opened wide.

After helping to bring his grandfather to his room to rest, Lin Qingxue walked towards Yun Ruoyan's room. At the door, he heard Lin Qingchen's gentle breath, and he hurriedly entered. When he saw Yun Ruoyan's face, he also gasped and opened his eyes wide.

Who called him? Yun Ruoyan finally opened her eyes.

What he saw was a grove of sakura trees, and the voice of someone calling out to him from within the grove.

"Yan'er, Yan'er, come here."

"Who? Who called me?” Yun Ruoyan followed the voice into the forest.

Finally, he found the woman who had called him. She was wearing a pink dress, exactly the same color as the cherry blossoms, and she was dancing in the middle of the flower petals. When he saw Yun Ruoyan, he turned his head towards her and smiled.

"Yan'er, do you like Mom's dance?"

"Mother? You are my mother?” As Yun Ruoyan asked this question, she walked towards the woman, finally seeing her appearance.

She was beautiful, her skin was as white as snow, her hair was like ink, her eyebrows were smooth, her gaze was like a star.

Yun Ruoyan was suddenly convinced that this was her mother.

When she was a child, Yun Ruoyan had seen a portrait of her mother in her father's study. Later, when Lady An took over her mother's position in the household, her portrait had disappeared, but her mother's figure had been deeply engraved in her mind.

"Mother ..." Yun Ruoyan called out to her mother, with teary eyes, as she walked closer and closer.

Suddenly, the woman stopped dancing. He clutched his chest, his expression in pain, and then he suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Blood stained her pink dress to red. With a twin expression of longing and unwillingness on her face, she slowly collapsed amidst the falling flowers.

"Mother!"

Yun Ruoyan woke up from her sleep as she jerked upright and shouted, but only when she inspected the surroundings that she knew she realized that everything was a dream.

She was in the ladies room, clean and looking in perfect condition.

Yun Ruoyan remembered that this was her mother's room before marriage, and in her previous life, she would stay in this room whenever she came to visit. Behind the house there is a grove of cherry trees, a beautiful and beautiful view every time cherry blossoms bloom.

Yun Ruoyao shook her head, trying to drive her dream out of her mind.

"Qiu, qiu, Madam, you're awake!"

"Yes, I never get a comfortable break." Yun Ruoyan got up from the bed and found that she was wearing fitting pajamas. Her real clothes seemed to be non-existent, they had most likely been thrown away because it was so dirty.

He walked towards the cupboard in the corner of the room and opened it, looking for something suitable to wear.

“Mistress, you have been sleeping for three days and three nights, and the poison is completely gone from your body now. I'm so happy for you!" Qiuqiu's voice was indeed quite cheerful.

Yun Ruoyan had just taken out a pink dress from the closet when she processed what Qiuqiu said. In disbelief, he asked, "I slept for three days and three nights ?!"

"That's right!"

He frowned, muttering to himself, “I wonder how Grandpa is doing? I hope losing so much of his cultivation won't affect his body. And, to the Yuns, I wonder if they will assume me dead after a long time of not showing up.”.

"Sister Ruoyan, you're awake!" Lin Qingxue's voice came from behind, and Yun Ruoyan turned to look at him. However, for some reason, Lin Qingxue suddenly froze.

"Qingxue, what's wrong?" Yun Ruoyan looked at Lin Qingxue with curiosity.

Lin Qingxue shuddered and came out of her stupor, slapping her own cheek as she continued to mutter to herself, “Yeah! Have I not been here many times in the past few days? I can't believe I'm still blown away!”

"Qingxue, what's wrong?"

"He is amazed by your beauty." Lin Qingchen entered with a tray. “This girl stops by your room every day just to see the shape of your sleep.”

"No, I haven't!" Lin Qingxue rubbed her face as she said in a small voice, "Only half a day every day ..."

Yun Ruoyan blinked a few times.

In the end, Lin Qingchen walked to his side, pulled his wrist, and said, "Sister, let me help you comb your hair." He took her to the dresser and pointed to the mirror. "See."

Yun Ruoyan turned to the mirror and suddenly saw a beauty appear before her eyes. His skin was as white as snow, his hair was like ink, his eyebrows were smooth, his gaze was like a star.

Yun Ruoyan gripped the right side of her face, her skin was white, shiny, and soft, like a newborn baby. It was as if the birthmark that plagued both of his lives had never existed.

"Is this really me?" He stared at his reflection in disbelief.