Murong Feiying, witnessing Mo Han's sudden move, was about to speak when he caught Murong Tian's sharp glare and swallowed the words that had risen to his lips.

Before long, Mo Han located the hidden site of the curse—it was within Murong Feixue's very brain, explaining why it could affect her sanity. Moreover, this curse bore a striking resemblance to the Bloodthirst Demon Curse described in Mo Xiuyi’s notes. Those afflicted by the Bloodthirst Demon Curse become unrecognizable to their kin, plagued by a continuous fever. The curse's damage intensifies as the victim ages, eventually corrupting the brain until death, at which point even an immortal could not save them. Fortunately, Murong Feixue’s condition hadn't reached that irreversible stage, but she was perilously close to the brink.

Seeing this, Mo Han ceased concealing his power. A series of white lights erupted from his body, flowing along his wrists and surging toward Murong Feixue. Mo Han was using his formidable Light Element energy to temporarily suppress the curse’s influence.

In moments, Murong Feixue was entirely enveloped in the luminous energy, radiating a faint white glow herself. Her body, which had been trembling from pain, gradually stilled, and soon she settled into a peaceful sleep.

With the situation stabilized, the anxious expressions of Murong Tian and Nangong Yunfeng relaxed. They watched Mo Han, whose forehead was now beaded with sweat, with profound gratitude. As Mo Han withdrew his hands, Murong Tian stepped forward and bowed deeply, his gratitude palpable: “Thank you, young brother, for your timely help. Otherwise, Xue'er would have endured unimaginable suffering. If there is anything I, Murong Tian, can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask. I will surely fulfill your request.”

Murong Tian’s words carried an unmistakable aura of confidence, a confidence he had earned, for truly, there seemed to be nothing the Murong Family could not accomplish on this continent.

Nangong Yunfeng also offered Mo Han profuse thanks, but Mo Han quickly interjected, “Please, both of you, do not misunderstand. I have only temporarily suppressed the curse affecting your daughter; the definitive cure is not so simple.”

Hearing this, Murong Tian frowned and asked, “Did you just say my daughter’s ailment is not a sickness, but a curse? What is going on? Are you certain, young brother?” Mo Han nodded solemnly in response. “This is indeed a long-lost curse of the Undead, named the Bloodthirst Demon Curse. Its symptoms precisely match Miss Murong’s condition. Furthermore, when this curse reaches a certain intensity, it will erupt, and at that point, even an immortal cannot save her.”

Upon hearing Mo Han’s words, Nangong Yunfeng’s face instantly drained of all color. A fierce killing intent radiated from Murong Tian’s frame. He spoke coldly, “Who harbors such deep hatred against us to inflict such malice upon my Xue'er? Should I discover who it is, I will make them regret their actions.”

At that moment, Nangong Yunfeng suddenly collapsed to her knees before Mo Han. Her eyes bloodshot, she pleaded, “Since you, young brother, know the root of Xue'er’s affliction, you must have a way to save her. I beg you, please save my daughter! I am willing to pay any price.”

Murong Tian looked at Mo Han with desperate hope, nodding gently and earnestly saying, “My wife and I share the same plea. Please, young brother, you must save our daughter.”

Seeing their anguish, Mo Han was deeply moved by the parental love radiating from the couple, which in turn stirred memories of his own parents. His own eyes growing slightly red, Mo Han quickly helped Nangong Yunfeng rise, saying, “Madam Nangong, please stand. I will certainly do my utmost.”

Murong Tian helped his wife to her feet as well, addressing Mo Han, “We implore you, young brother, to save our daughter. Whatever you require, simply tell me, and I will immediately secure it for you.” He then moved to summon the Murong Butler, but Mo Han quickly stopped him. “General Murong, there is no need for haste. What can be done now has been done; the rest requires time.”

Noticing Murong Tian’s perplexed expression, Mo Han explained, “The Bloodthirst Demon Curse is no ordinary malediction. To completely lift its influence, we must locate the individual who cast it. Only by slaying the caster, or by persuading them to lift their own spell—though the latter seems highly unlikely, given how covertly they cast it—will it be undone.”

Hearing this explanation, Murong Tian’s face paled. He rushed to ask, “Then there is no other method?” Mo Han shook his head with a wry smile. “There is one other way. We must obtain the blood of the Sacred Beast Fire Phoenix, combine it with the Poison Dragon Heart Grass from the Enchanted Forest, along with several other ingredients, to concoct an antidote capable of neutralizing all curses, thereby forcibly lifting the Bloodthirst Demon Curse. The other components might be manageable, but the blood of the Sacred Beast Fire Phoenix and the Poison Dragon Grass are materials one might never encounter; they cannot be procured on short notice.”

Mo Han observed that Murong Tian’s expression seemed to ease slightly. Indeed, for the Murong family, given sufficient time, obtaining those two items might not be impossible.

However, they did not have that much time.

Mo Han continued, “The most troubling part is that Miss Murong’s condition is already critical. I can only suppress it for a month at most. To find both the Poison Dragon Grass and the Fire Phoenix blood within a single month is almost impossible.”

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yunfeng swayed, nearly collapsing. Mo Han’s words sounded like a death sentence for Murong Feixue, and Nangong Yunfeng could not help but panic. Murong Tian quickly steadied his wife, anxiously pleading, “Are there truly no other ways besides those two methods? I beg you, young brother, please think harder.”

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