Chapter 124: The Fading Embers

Following that night, the decline of Lin Yuan's mortal body was breathtakingly rapid. The body that had endured finally began to surrender to the one opponent no martial artist nor mortal could ever hope to defeat. Time.

Within a month, Lin Yuan found himself entirely confined to the bed in his private quarters. The dense muscles that had once choked out Lei Meng in the market had withered away, leaving behind a frail, skeletal frame. His breaths came in shallow gasps, and the old wounds across his torso ached with a numbing cold that no amount of heavy blankets or roaring hearth fires could banish.

Lin Fan, now a mature, highly capable man in his thirties, utterly refused to accept the reality unfolding before his eyes.

The man possessed by a blinding desperation, spared absolutely no expense. He sent riders to every neighboring city, offering exorbitant sums of silver to bring the most renowned physicians, herbalists, and healers to Qingshui Town.