Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

"Master..."

Jingliu bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled.

The images projected by Yu Zhao clearly record that unknown past.

The laboratory lights were a stark white, reflecting on Qi Zhimu's face, which was soaked with cold sweat.

Once the transformation of the Danfu is complete, the gene sequence synchronization begins.

Qi Zhimu controlled his ability to freely manifest his body, forcibly reversing the most microscopic genetic structure within his body.

It was not just a modification, but a self-destruction and reshaping that began at the cellular level.

The breaking and reconnection of each base pair is accompanied by excruciating pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

His body began to spasm violently, his muscles twitching wildly, as if something was about to tear out from the inside.

"Lord Zhimu! If you can't hold on any longer, stop!"

Qinghan looked at the wildly fluctuating data on the monitoring instrument, her face full of worry.

"We can't stop... If we stop, all our previous efforts will be wasted."

Qi Zhimu gripped the edge of the operating table tightly, leaving ten deep finger marks on the specially made alloy surface.

Sweat mixed with beads of blood seeping from his pores dripped down his chin, forming a shocking stain on the ground.

Jingliu felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by a giant hand, and each beat brought a suffocating pain.

It was all for her...

What terrible torment is the master enduring in order to save his good-for-nothing disciple?

She lay unconscious on the hospital bed next to him, completely unaware of what was happening.

Even after she woke up, she never imagined that her master had paid such a terrible price to heal her.

"...How could I be so stupid?!"

With tears blurring her vision, Jing reached out to touch the tormented figure in the image, wanting to give him a hug, but her fingertips could only pass through the cold light and shadow.

After an unknown amount of time, the gene sequence synchronization was finally completed.

Qi Zhimu was panting, clearly feeling the rejection reaction in his body weaken significantly.

carry on.

The next step is the reconstruction of various cells and blood types.

This renovation is more thorough.

He wanted to replace his blood with the exact same type as Jingliu's.

As the renovation progressed, Qi Zhimu's aura subtly changed without him even realizing it.

Aside from gender, he is slowly transforming himself into another mirror stream.

A Jingliu with a healthy internal organ, capable of prolonging the life of a true disciple.

Time ticked by, each second an agony for onlookers, and a living hell for those who experienced it firsthand.

When the final local chromosome modification was completed, the complex data surging on the monitoring instrument finally came to a stop.

All the red lines representing rejection reactions were reduced to zero.

Qi Zhimu slowly raised his eyelids, his eyes filled with fatigue and bloodshot, yet unusually bright.

She looked down at her own body, then turned to look at Jingliu on the hospital bed.

At that moment, the pain, ferocity, and exhaustion on his face all vanished.

Instead, there was a sense of relief and a gentle, heartfelt smile.

"It's a success..."

Qi Zhimu murmured softly, raising his hand to gently stroke his disciple's gaunt face.

"...Master will heal you now..."

"Master!!!"

In reality, Jing Liu could no longer control himself and let out a heart-wrenching cry. He knelt on the ground, clutching his chest tightly with both hands, crying like a child who had lost his home.

That smile...

That smile was the sharpest knife, piercing deep into her heart.

It turns out that even when he was tormenting himself to the point of unbearable pain, she was still the only person he could think about.

There was no weighing of pros and cons, no sense of being forced into it.

Only pure, unwavering dedication—

Your master will save you.

The video did not stop despite the collapse of the mirror stream.

Qi Zhimu didn't even give himself a minute to catch his breath before immediately starting the transplant surgery.

He picked up the gleaming scalpel and, without the slightest hesitation, plunged it straight into his own body.

While fully conscious, quickly open the abdominal cavity.

His hand was not steady, and he failed to accurately avoid important blood vessels and nerves, causing himself further injury.

Soon, Qi Zhimu deftly cut off his vital organs, which contained immense vitality.

The moment he lost his vital essence, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and his whole body trembled violently.

Its originally powerful regenerative ability is now operating with extreme difficulty.

The shocking wound on the abdomen took more than half a minute to stop bleeding, but it still hadn't fully healed.

His face turned ashen white, and his breath became extremely weak.

"No... Master... please don't continue..."

Jingliu felt as if he were there, crying so hard that his whole body convulsed, completely ignoring the fact that the scene before him was all a past event.

With Master's former physique, such a wound could have healed in the blink of an eye.

What does this tell us?

This shows that he overexerted himself and risked his life for this modification and transplant!

In the past, Qi Zhimu disregarded his own well-being, holding the highly active dan fu in trembling hands as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

He staggered to Jingliu's side and carefully cut open her shrunken abdomen.

He took out the elixir that was about to lose its vitality and casually discarded it aside.

The dan fu, which carried all his heart and hope, was gently implanted into the girl's body.

Throughout the entire process, Qi Zhimu's hands remained remarkably steady, without the slightest tremor or deviation.

Vascular anastomosis, nerve connections, and the channeling of abundant energy...

Qi Zhimu performed each step with utmost care, fearing even the slightest mistake.

At the same time, he was constantly overdrawing his own resources, continuously supplying blood and energy to the mirror flow to maintain cell activity.

The miracle finally happened.

As the Danfu began to function, a tremendous vitality rapidly permeated Jingliu's entire body.

The sallow, paper-like skin began to glow with a healthy rosy hue, and the dry, sunken cheeks became plump and hydrated again.

The lost hair is regrowing at a visible rate, becoming smooth and shiny.

A flower that was about to wither bloomed again with dazzling brilliance under the nourishment of sweet dew.

but……

Behind the brilliance lies a decline.

Qi Zhimu's already haggard face was aging at an alarming rate.

Wrinkles spread around the eyes, temples turned white, the once upright body gradually hunched over, and muscles atrophied.

In a very short time, he transformed into a frail and elderly man.

This special transplant surgery was a true life-for-life exchange.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Jingliu couldn't bear to watch any longer.

She abruptly turned off the jade switch, collapsed to the ground, and let out a wild, mournful cry.

This love was too heavy... so heavy that it made her breathless, so heavy that she felt every breath she took was taking away her master's life.

She used to think of herself as a pitiful creature who could never receive her master's tenderness.

She always wanted to prove herself and that she deserved his attention.

But what is the truth?

She owes her life to her master!

Everything she possessed—health, appearance, talent, and even her future—was built upon her master's near-self-destructive sacrifice!

"Why didn't you tell me... why did you lie to me...?"