Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

At the same time, the grass stems themselves emitted a very faint wisp of bluish mist, carrying the fresh scent of earth.

Solo remained calm, his right hand fingers trembling slightly as if strumming a harp string, controlling the temperature and coverage of the halo, precisely separating the different properties of the medicinal power.

He remained silent, but his mind flowed like water, circulating the alchemical formula he had long since mastered, guiding the amber liquid droplets and the blue mist to slowly approach, entwine, and merge.

The color of the halo subtly changes, sometimes white with a hint of blue, sometimes blue with a touch of gold, precisely harmonizing the two medicinal properties so that they complement each other and eliminate impurities.

The whole process took no more than seven or eight breaths.

When the halo faded, the original elixir had completely disappeared, leaving only a sesame seed-sized piece in Solo's left palm.

A small pill, perfectly round, with a warm, lustrous color like yellow jade, and a spiral pattern naturally formed on its surface.

The moment the elixir was completed, a light yet incredibly pure fragrance of herbs and plants filled the air.

It instantly dispelled the nauseating smell of illness and mildew in the shack, and one breath made the tightness in my chest feel three times lighter.

Amy's rapid, painful breathing on the haystack even eased slightly.

With a flick of his finger, Solo sent the tiny "Purification Pill" precisely into Amy's slightly open mouth, where it melted instantly, transforming into a gentle yet firm warm current.

He then pointed his fingers and virtually touched several acupoints on the girl's chest, such as the Tanzhong and Feishu points, with pure spiritual energy penetrating her body like silk threads.

It is not a forceful attack, but rather like the most skillful guide, leading the dissolved medicinal power to precisely penetrate every tiny lesion in both lungs.

It gently yet thoroughly cleanses away the stagnant and corrupting energy, while its powerful life-giving medicinal properties rapidly nourish the riddled lung tissues, stimulating a renewed vitality.

Visibly, the alarming, sickly flush on Amy's face receded like a tide, and her bluish-purple lips quickly regained their pale pink color.

The terrible hissing and spasms in his chest, like a bellows, completely subsided, and his breathing became steady, long, and deep.

Her tightly furrowed brows, which had been filled with pain, finally relaxed, and a healthy rosy glow returned to her pale face.

Even the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up slightly, as if she had fallen into her first sweet and peaceful dream since she fell ill.

White lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes wide open as if about to burst, his mouth agape involuntarily, yet unable to utter a sound.

He witnessed it all: the inconspicuous little grass, in the other person's hands, seemed to be given life and magic, turning into light, turning into mist, and finally condensing into a life-saving "elixir".

And his daughter's terminal illness, which had driven him to despair for countless days and nights, vanished in just a dozen breaths!

This completely overturned his entire understanding of "curing diseases" and even "the world"!

The immense shock overwhelmed him like a tsunami, followed by overwhelming joy that left him limp, with only tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

"Her lungs and internal organs have been cleared of impurities, and her vital essence has been replenished. In the future, she only needs gentle care, and not only will her stubborn illnesses be completely cured, but her constitution will also be several times healthier than that of ordinary children. Not to mention that she will be free from illness and disaster for the rest of her life, as long as she leaves this environment, it is certain that she will be free from illness for several years."

Solo withdrew his finger and announced the result in a calm tone, as if the scene of turning decay into magic and almost bringing the dead back to life was just a matter of casually brushing away a speck of dust from the table.

He calmly looked at White, who was still in a state of extreme shock, waiting for him to recover from this huge shock.

He turned to White, who was still in a state of extreme shock, his eyes deep: "Your soul, as payment, I have already received it, but..."

White remained prostrate on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably from the intense emotional shock.

He heard Solo's pronouncement that his daughter was safe and sound, and he was overwhelmed with ecstasy, but this was quickly followed by a deeper sense of bewilderment and fear about his own fate.

Has my soul... already been taken? Why can I still think, still feel this heart-wrenching joy and lingering fear?

Solo’s gaze fell on him, a gaze that seemed to penetrate his skin and look directly into the chaotic, trembling essence of his soul.

"I have already received your soul as payment," he repeated, his tone flat and indifferent. "However, I have little interest in disposable items."

The data and insights provided by a soul that is completely annihilated or driven mad in an experiment are far less valuable than those from a "living specimen" whose long-term changes and interactions can still be observed under specific constraints.

White struggled to lift his head, his face a mixture of blood, tears, and mud, his eyes filled with incomprehension.

"In other words," Solo paused slightly, the chilling crimson rune reappearing at his fingertips, only this time the rune's structure seemed more complex and intricate, with a faint glow at its center connected to White's aura.

"I have postponed the deep 'experimental treatment' of your soul and instead used it as collateral to enter into a new, more flexible, long-term contract with you—the Blood Soul Contract."

The crimson rune slowly floated towards White, and under his horrified gaze, it disappeared into the space between his eyebrows.

There was no excruciating pain or tearing sensation as I had imagined; only a cold feeling, as if the deepest imprint had been embedded in the depths of my consciousness. Immediately afterwards, an incredibly clear connection was established.

White could vaguely sense Solo's presence, like the only towering lighthouse in the darkness, powerful, distant, and unattainable, while he himself was just an insignificant speck of dust under the lighthouse's glow, his life, death, honor, and disgrace all in Solo's hands.

A sense of awe, belonging, and inevitability arises from the depths of one's soul.

"This contract is complete. Your soul and spirit are the proof, and my essence and blood are the guide. From this day forward, your life is in my hands, and I know your thoughts. If you betray me, your soul will perish; if you disobey me, your spirit will scatter." Solo's voice rang directly in his consciousness, cold and majestic.

"But the contract also provides you with protection and opportunity. Amy has been reborn, and you..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward and placed his palm on White's Baihui acupoint on his head, which was covered in mud.

White froze, and before he could react, a force far more powerful and refined than he had imagined, carrying an indescribable heat and weight, surged into his body like molten lava bursting from a dam!

"Ugh—!" White felt his meridians, bones, internal organs, and even every cell in his body being impacted, torn apart, and reshaped by this violent force in an instant!

That was pain far beyond the limits of his mortal body, as if he had been thrown into a forging furnace and repeatedly hammered.

His vision went black, his ears were ringing, and he almost fainted.

But the blood-soul bond between his brows was slightly hot, forcibly maintaining his consciousness and allowing him to clearly endure every bit of pain.

Solo's expression was solemn, and behind him, the faint phantoms of dragons and tigers flashed by, emitting a low roar.

He was forcibly separating most of the pure internal energy he had accumulated through his arduous practice of the "Primordial Qi Technique," which had already reached the peak of a second-rate martial artist.

With his own peak spiritual awareness as the absolute guide, he used the "Pulse Opening and Foundation Building Chapter" from the "Martial Classic" to thoroughly cleanse White's marrow and strengthen his bones and tendons!

The process was brutal and dangerous. If it weren't for the Blood Soul Pact stabilizing White's mind and Solo's precise control of every bit of internal energy flow, White would have already died from exhaustion and broken meridians.

Guided by Solo, the surging torrent of internal energy, like the most precise battering ram, forcefully broke through White's blocked and atrophied meridians.

The dried-up acupoints were nourished, and finally, the energy was forcibly compressed, condensed, and settled in the dantian, transforming into a powerful internal force that, though slightly superficial, was truly substantial and belonged to a second-rate martial artist!

As he unleashed a massive amount of internal energy, Solo's aura noticeably weakened, and his face turned slightly pale.

The dragon and tiger phantoms behind him almost completely dimmed and dissipated, which meant that his own internal energy was damaged and he had fallen from the peak of the second-rate level, barely maintaining the level of a newly entered second-rate martial artist.

The forced infusion was also extremely taxing on him. Of the powerful internal energy of a second-rate peak martial artist, forty percent was used to break through and clear his meridians, and a small portion of it dissipated into thin air.

Without becoming a first-rate martial artist, one's internal energy will always be difficult to separate from the body and manifest in a long-term existence.

But this is not the end.