The silent air trembled with unspoken emotion. Without another word, Wang Tian placed his hand gently on his brother’s shoulder. The heavy tension that once clouded his heart gave way to a quiet, steady determination.

  Wang Jian turned his head, confused by the sudden warmth in his brother’s eyes. For the first time in many days, Wang Tian’s face glowed with joy, relief, and the unshakable confidence of one who had finally found an answer.

  “Xiao Jian,” Wang Tian said softly, his voice steady but brimming with emotion, “listen carefully. I’ve finally discovered the reason for your illness—and what truly lies within you.”

  Wang Jian and Feng Mei froze as if struck by lightning. Before they could react, Wang Tian continued, his tone grave and certain. “Your meridians have been damaged… by the sword intent hidden within your body.”

  Wang Jian’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Sword intent? Brother, you must be mistaken. I haven’t even broken through to the mid Qi-Gathering Realm, let alone comprehended sword intent. How could such a thing be inside me?”

  “You’re right,” Wang Tian replied, a playful glint flickering in his eyes. “But have you ever considered the possibility of a special constitution—one tied to the essence of sword intent itself?”

  His words struck both Jian and Feng Mei with astonishment. They exchanged glances, their minds racing. The idea was incredible, yet it felt undeniably true.

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  After a long silence, Feng Mei whispered, “But, big brother… if such a constitution makes one stronger, but why has Jian’s only brought him pain?”

  “Perhaps the sword intent within him is too fierce,” Wang Tian said gently. “His body cannot yet contain it—and so, it harms rather than strengthens him.”

  The truth resonated between them like the fading echo of a temple bell. Wang Tian nodded, his expression softening. “But let us not dwell on sorrow. First, we heal. Jian, take this pill—it will steady your body and spirit.”

  He waved his hand, and a single pill appeared, floating lightly in the air—the Aurora Spirit Pill. Its surface shimmered with shifting hues, as though dawn itself had been captured within. A faint fragrance drifted through the room, cleansing the heart and easing the soul.

  Wang Tian held the pill in his palm, his presence calm and unwavering. “Jian,” he said, “this medicine will fill your body with warmth. It will strengthen your spirit and temper your soul.”

  Jian gave a quiet nod. “I trust you, Brother.”

  “Feng Mei, help him sit up,” Wang Tian instructed.

  With quick, gentle hands, Feng Mei wiped her tears and raised Jian slightly. Wang Tian guided the pill to Jian’s lips. The moment he swallowed, a soft luminescence spread through his body. Warmth coursed along his meridians, melting the chill within. His once-pale face began to regain its color, life returning to his gaze.

  Even the spiritual energy in the air stirred, like spring wind after a long frost.

  Through his Attribute Eyes, Wang Tian saw the faint brilliance awakening in Jian’s core. The hostile sword intent was fading, subdued by the pill’s radiant energy.

  Feng Mei clasped her hands, tears streaming—not from despair, but from pure gratitude.

  For the first time in many nights, Wang Tian smiled. “Good, Jian. Let the medicine settle. When the time comes, I’ll give you the Meridian Building Pill. It will restore your meridians completely.”

  Jian lifted his gaze, eyes shining with renewed strength. “Thank you, Brother… I feel lighter. My whole body—feels alive again.”