SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Sea Ancestral Temple…

Inside a closed chamber glittering with white-gold crystals, the First Princess Neela lay on the Ice Lotus Bed, her body like a sleeping sculpture carved from snow jade.

Her lips were pale, her breath nearly invisible, and frost bloomed gently from her fingers. Every few minutes, a wave of Yin qi would pulse outward, cooling the air to a bone-chilling degree, despite the protection arrays surrounding her bed.

Kent had been at her side for an entire day.

He worked in silence—his eyes half-shut, his fingers steady and exact. Dozens of silver spirit needles were placed at precise meridian points across her body: the Frost Vein, the Moon Gland, the Cold Root Spine, and others. Each needle glowed faintly, pulsing with controlled elemental energy as he monitored her body’s rhythms.

Occasionally, Kent placed his palm softly on her abdomen or chest, reading the subtle internal flow of energies with the sensitivity of a spirit physician. His brows remained furrowed, his robe slightly drenched in sweat from hours of deep observation and energy stabilization.

Across the room, Prince Varun was fed up with Kent touching her elder sister.

“This… farce must stop!” he said sharply, his voice echoing across the crystalline chamber. “You’ve groped and poked my sister long enough! What you’re doing is no different from spiritual molestation!”

Kent didn’t even glance at him. His fingers were tracing a specific Yin meridian that spiraled near Neela’s ribs.

“Then learn to watch without barking,” Kent murmured. “She’s not just your sister—she’s a cultivator suffering from her own cultivation path. Your ignorance nearly killed her.”

Varun’s face turned red with fury, and his staff sparked with divine light. “You—!”

“Enough, both of you!” Princess Nyara intervened sharply, stepping between them. “Kent is doing what no one else has dared for ten years. If my sister trusted his touch, so do I. Brother, silence your pride.”

Varun gritted his teeth but obeyed.

Kent removed the final needle from Neela’s neck and took a long, exhausted breath. His face was pale, his forehead glistening with sweat, but his eyes were sharper than ever.

“I’ve seen enough,” he said.

Nyara stepped forward. “Tell me what you found.”

Kent walked to the window slit and opened it slightly, letting in the faint moonlight.

“Your sister possesses a Heaven-grade Extreme Yin Constitution. Her body naturally produces cold elemental qi—more than ten times what a normal cultivator could handle. If this constitution were guided correctly with dual-path balance arts, she could have become an unmatched force across the immortal world.”

“But…” he paused.

“Instead, she chose pure Yin cultivation methods. Cold nurturing cold. Darkness layered over darkness. Instead of stabilizing the Yin, it consumed her core warmth and spiritual harmony. What was a blessing… became a curse.”

Nyara gasped.

Varun’s face stiffened. “She… excelled in those techniques. She once froze a sky demon with a single breath!”

Kent nodded. “Yes. Because she forced herself into power. She succeeded in the short term—but at great cost. Her spiritual core collapsed inward, and her body began producing Yin even in sleep. Eventually, it overran her dantian and forced her into hibernation just to survive.”

“Had she waited another year, her soul would have crystallized. She would have become an eternal statue—beautiful, indestructible, and utterly dead.” Kent added coldly.

The room fell silent.

Neela’s eyes fluttered slightly—still unconscious, but reacting faintly to the exposure of moonlight and stabilized qi.

“Then… what can we do?” Nyara whispered.

Kent looked at her.

“I can rebalance her Yin with external resonance techniques. But I can’t guarantee a full recovery. Also, I need materials— Many specific herbs and spiritual elements to build a transitional Yin-Yang field inside her core.” He glanced at the silent Varun. “Unless you’d rather stop me?”

Varun clenched his jaw. “If what you said is true… then take what you need.”

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Nyara led Kent deep beneath the eastern wing of the legendary Herbal Vault, sealed with serpent runes and dream water barriers. It is just the eastern part, but still, it spread almost a hundred miles.

As the vault opened, a heavenly fragrance spilled out—scents of thunder herbs, frost marrow, and dew-gathered petals merged in the air.

Inside, over a thousand giant jade cauldrons lined the walls. Each was etched with Naga runes and radiated strong elemental qi.

Kent walked slowly, eyes half-closed, sensing the resonance of ingredients by energy rather than sight.

One by one, he chose: Yin-Balancing Willow Root, Yang-Warming Soulleaf, Silver Scaled Lily, Vermilion Dewdrop Root, Moonlight Peony, Frostbane Ginseng, And many more—each a balance between heat and cold, Yin and Yang.

Nyara watched, stunned. “When did you have time to master all this healing knowledge while improving your cultivation?”

Kent didn’t reply. When the number reached 108, he turned and said, “Survival and Need can make you master anything.”

As Nyara watched him deeply, Kent gestured to his pets.

Sparky, the Badger and other pets of Kent, helped carry the herbs, their tiny bodies dwarfed by the boxes they carried with solemn pride.

After reaching the closed chamber, the white fox gently arranged the flowers into ritual lines.

Kent worked silently, drawing a Yin-Yang Formation Circle on the floor using crushed herb dust and divine beast bone powder. Around Neela’s bed, 108 herbs floated in position, forming rotating circles.

Kent took a drop of Nirvanic Flame, mixed it with Moonlight Dew, and placed it in a central vial.

Then, pressing two fingers to Neela’s forehead, he began chanting strange mantras while guiding herbs into her body one by one in extract form.

Finally, he released the formation which is enriched by the medicinal extracts.

BOOM—

A wave of warmth rippled through the icy chamber. The herbs burst into glow. Streams of warmth entered Neela’s limbs.

Her eyelids fluttered. Her lips trembled. For the first time in a decade, her fingers moved… not from pain—but from balance.

Nyara gasped. “She’s responding!”

Kent stood at the center of the array, his robe fluttering from the force. “This is only the beginning. Don’t disturb her.”

After saying that he retreated back to his chamber.

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