Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo carefully laid Bai Zhi flat on the bed, letting her lie down next to the little girl.

He glanced at the unconscious mother and daughter on the bed, and without daring to delay any longer, he picked up the critically ill little girl and rushed out of the courtyard.

Time was of the essence, and lives were at stake.

Blackwind City is a long way from here; if you travel all the way on foot, you'll be too late.

So Lin Mo ran down the street while flipping his wrist.

A delicate osmanthus cake appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Page 1 of the Myriad Worlds Dessert Recipe: Osmanthus Cake.

Without thinking, he stuffed the whole piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth.

The sweet and soft texture melts on the tongue, with the fragrance of premium glutinous rice blending with the rich aroma of golden autumn osmanthus.

The addition of bird's nest fragments creates a silky smooth texture, making it taste incredibly delicious.

The next second, a gentle heat rose from Lin Mo's abdomen and instantly flowed to his limbs and bones.

Lin Mo felt as if his legs had been injected with some kind of mysterious magic, becoming as light as a feather and filled with explosive power.

The already incredibly fast speed was amplified even further with the addition of osmanthus cake!

His running figure could no longer be seen with the naked eye.

The scenery on both sides of the street was pulled back wildly, turning into blurry blocks of color.

"Even the Flash isn't as fast as me!"

Lin Mo exclaimed in surprise.

"call out--!"

A black afterimage, so fast it distorted the air, flashed across the street.

"What's gone?"

A peddler carrying his wares home felt a sharp pain in his cheek and was knocked off his feet by a gust of wind.

He rubbed his eyes, but the street was empty.

"That gust of wind just now... was really weird."

An old man stared in the direction Lin Mo had disappeared, his mouth agape.

"Mother! I just saw someone fly by!"

A little boy pointed in the direction where Lin Mo disappeared and shouted loudly.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Nobody's here! Come home and eat!"

His mother slapped the little boy on the back of the head, and then he started talking nonsense again.

the other side.

Lin Mo's speed is still increasing.

His entire being was stretched into a straight black line in the silent city.

Wherever it passed, only a fierce gust of wind swept by, stirring up dust and fallen leaves on the ground.

The city gate was right in front of us.

Two Xuanjia soldiers stood straight in front of the door, like two iron towers.

Lin Mo didn't stop walking; his figure passed right through them without making a sound.

"Um?"

The Xuanjia soldier on the left stood ramrod straight, his brow furrowed slightly beneath his helmet.

He felt a gust of air rush past his faceplate.

So he stiffly turned his head to look at his companion beside him.

Another soldier also noticed something amiss, gripped his rifle tightly, and scanned his surroundings warily.

But inside and outside the city gate, it was empty, with only the wind swirling around.

The two exchanged a glance, both with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

Finally, a soldier shook his heavy helmet.

Perhaps it's just my imagination.

Having reached a conclusion, the two stood ramrod straight again, continuing to act as imposing and stern door gods.

At this moment, Lin Mo had already broken through the Iron Wall Pass.

Mountains, rivers, and forests rushed past beneath his feet.

His figure sped across the wilderness, rushing madly toward Blackwind City at a speed that defied the laws of physics.

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the other side.

Blackwind City, inside the Hundred Herbs Garden.

After watering the last "Dewdrop Grass" in the medicine garden with spiritual liquid, Jiang Zhiwei was so tired that she hugged the Medicine King Gourd and collapsed on the bamboo chair to doze off.

It was already sunny and the sun was shining brightly; it was time for lunch.

But Jiang Zhiwei had little appetite.

She hasn't been sleeping well these past few days.

My mind is a mess.

The moment I close my eyes, all I see is the image of Lin Mo.

It's the same in my dreams.

Moreover, those dreams were all increasingly outrageous.

Once, she dreamed that she was refining pills, and as she was refining, a little Lin Mo suddenly emerged from the furnace.

With his hair, which was frizzy from the elixir fire, he grinned foolishly at her and asked if the elixir smelled good.

In a fit of anger, she increased the heat, and the alchemy furnace exploded with a "boom," covering her face in soot.

There was an even more absurd one.

She dreamed that the peerless ginseng fruit she had painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years had finally ripened.

So she carefully picked it, intending to study its medicinal properties, but the ginseng fruit suddenly grew hands and feet, turning into a miniature version of Lin Mo.

The miniature Lin Mo spun around in her palm, then chuckled, jumped out of her hand, and ran away in a flash.

What she couldn't understand the most was the dream she had the night before last.

In her dream, she became a small medicine boy, while Lin Mo became a giant, all-encompassing medicinal herb.

She was ordered by her master to pick his leaves for medicinal use, but as soon as she got close, Lin Mo's huge vines wrapped around her.

The vines wrapped tightly around her, preventing her from moving, and tickled her so much that she giggled. Finally, she woke up while laughing.

Jiang Zhiwei had absolutely no idea what was wrong with her.

She went to talk to Shen Qinghe to get some answers.

After listening to her fragmented and incoherent description, Shen Qinghe actually covered her mouth with a handkerchief and laughed heartily.

"Qinghe, what are you laughing at?"

Jiang Zhiwei was completely bewildered by her laughter and tilted her head to look at her.

Am I... mentally... sick?

Shen Qinghe finally managed to stop laughing and tapped her forehead.

"Silly girl, you are indeed sick. You have... lovesickness."

"lovesickness?"

Jiang Zhiwei shook her head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.

"No."

"I'm only interested in pharmacology; I don't understand things like romantic relationships."

But after listening, Shen Qinghe leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

"Don't rush."

"That guy, sooner or later he'll make you...know everything."

Jiang Zhiwei was even more confused by Shen Qinghe's seemingly random words.

It connects to every place?

Does it mean opening up the Ren and Du meridians?

Or could it be that it could give her a sudden enlightenment in pharmacology?

She couldn't understand it, it was so frustrating.

She didn't sleep well again last night; her dreams were still chaotic, filled with Lin Mo.

This also meant that she almost didn't have the energy to weed the precious plants in the medicine garden early this morning.

"Damn it... Lin Mo."

Jiang Zhiwei lay on the recliner with her eyes closed, muttering something unconsciously.

I don't know if it was sleep talking or a heartfelt complaint.

Just as she was in a state of half-sleep, her consciousness becoming hazy.

"Da da da—"

A series of hurried, frantic footsteps approached from afar and suddenly burst into her quiet courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar yet anxious voice exploded in her ears like a thunderclap.

"Seventh Sister-in-law! Something terrible has happened, Seventh Sister-in-law! Help!"