The lingering warmth from the Aurora Spirit Pill was like a gentle fire guarding Wang Jian’s body, its soft glow a promise of recovery. Yet, this was only the start of his journey. Wang Tian’s eyes gleamed with fresh resolve as he looked towards the future.

  “Jian,” he spoke quietly but firmly, “the Meridian Building Pill will take time to work, but you must endure the pain it brings.”

  “Yes, Brother. I will do it,” Wang Jian replied with unwavering determination, not merely promising, but accepting this second chance to grow stronger, to stand beside his brother, and to share in the hidden fate bestowed upon them.

  Feng Mei’s eyes brimmed with both quiet determination and worry. “Brother Tian, what pain do you mean? Jian has just begun to recover. Can he truly bear what lies ahead?”

  A soft smile broke Wang Tian’s usual solemn expression. “Soon, we must awaken the sword body within Jian. That pain will be far greater than the effects of the Meridian Building Pill, but it is a necessary trial. We must act before the effect of the pills fade. Only by awakening his body can he rise.”

  Jian’s eyes flickered between fear and hope. “Awaken… my sword body? What dangers lie in that path?”

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  “The sword type body is one of the strongest in the world,” Wang Tian explained gently, “but it is hard, and painful to awaken. You must endure, Jian. I believe in you.”

  His brother’s words filled Jian with motivation. Outside, the wind whispered through the bamboo groves, nature itself seeming to hold its breath for what was to come.

  After five minutes of rest, Wang Jian swallowed the Meridian Building Pill once more. A refreshing warmth surged through his body—brief yet comforting. Then, an unimaginable pain erupted from deep within. His whole body screamed, but Jian bore it with fierce mental strength.

  “I must endure this. Brother has gone to great lengths to find these pills; I cannot squander his sacrifice,” his thoughts raced.

  Gradually, the pain subsided. Wang Tian watched closely with his Attribute Eyes, analyzing every sign. When Jian had rested enough, Wang Tian handed him the sword pill.

  Without hesitation, Jian swallowed it, feeling its power explode within him even before it touched his lips. Suddenly, a fierce sword intent erupted throughout the courtyard—wild, untamed energy.

  Wang Tian struggled to suppress the spreading sword intent, trying to stop it from engulfing the Wang clan grounds.

  “Brother Jian!” Feng Mei gasped, heart pounding in fear.

  “Don’t worry. He will get through this,” Wang Tian reassured her firmly, standing by her side.

  Time stretched, and after two long hours of agony, the sword intent finally obeyed Jian’s will, wrapping around him like a strong protective shell.

  Wang Tian checked again with his Attribute Eyes. The process would take seven to ten days. After this period, Jian would emerge with his sword body awakened—stronger and reborn.