How astute Murong Feixue was; seeing that Mo Han trailed off after saying only half of what he meant, and having gleaned the method of treatment from her father, she instantly grasped Mo Han’s implication with a moment's thought. She asked, her voice laced with shy restraint, "Does the treatment require the removal of clothing?"

The moment Mo Han heard this, a wave of embarrassment washed over him. He hadn't expected Murong Feixue to be so perceptive; she understood him perfectly even with only half an explanation. He reminded himself that this was purely for healing, and perhaps there was nothing to fear.

With this thought, Mo Han spoke, "That is correct. All your garments must be removed. When I initiate the breaking of the curse, it might cause the lingering evil energy to lash out erratically. I need to pinpoint its exact location immediately to contain it. If there were clothing in the way, it would inevitably hinder my speed and endanger your life, hence the necessity for you to be undressed."

Hearing Mo Han’s explanation, Murong Feixue, though extremely shy, understood it was essential for the cure and said no more. She walked behind the screen in the room and began to unfasten her attire. Hearing the sounds, a warmth stirred within Mo Han. Frankly, if a peerlessly beautiful woman were disrobing beside him and he felt nothing, he would be abnormal. Mo Han was a normal man, so a natural reaction was inevitable.

Moments later, the sound ceased. Murong Feixue’s demure voice floated out, "I am ready. Can we begin?" Mo Han replied, "Yes. You must step out first; I need to draw the curse to the surface." At Mo Han's words, Murong Feixue blushed deeply and slowly emerged from behind the screen.

Instantly, Mo Han felt as if the world itself had faded in comparison. Murong Feixue’s figure was flawless, her skin like fine mutton fat, every curve perfect—neither an inch too much nor a fraction too little. Mo Han felt his own body beginning to respond.

Just then, Murong Feixue softly inquired, "What must I do?" Mo Han snapped back to attention, instantly ashamed of his recent wandering thoughts. She trusted him enough to allow him to treat her; what was he doing? With this self-reproach, Mo Han pinched himself sharply, the pain nearly bringing tears to his eyes, but it also served to clear his head significantly. He then quickly cast a calming spell upon himself. Once that was done,

Mo Han realized Murong Feixue was watching him with a strange gaze. Noticing his stare, Murong Feixue instinctively raised her hands to cover her perfect form.

Mo Han cleared his throat awkwardly. "Heh, I was just making preparations. We can start now." Having spoken, Mo Han swiftly calmed his spirit, adopting a look of utter seriousness. This caused a flicker of confusion in Murong Feixue’s heart; she couldn't discern which was the real Mo Han. Moments ago he seemed utterly captivated, yet now, in his focused state, his entire demeanor had shifted, rendering him captivatingly charismatic.

While Murong Feixue was still lost in thought, Mo Han spoke, "Are you ready? I’m starting now. You will lose consciousness shortly, but do not fear; I am here, and I will ensure nothing happens to you." Hearing Mo Han, the slight panic in Murong Feixue’s heart immediately subsided; his words brought a sense of stability, dispelling her fear.

Murong Feixue nodded softly. "I am ready. You may begin." Hearing this, Mo Han hesitated no longer. With a low chant, a burst of white light erupted from his hand. He then swiftly traced an arcane formation in the air with his hands, and a magical pattern materialized before him. Upon its appearance, Mo Han pushed forward with both hands, sending the white magical pattern hurtling toward Murong Feixue, which pierced into her body in the blink of an eye.

As the white light entered, Murong Feixue felt a surge of energy rush up from her chest toward the crown of her head. Her skull felt ready to split open, and her expression contorted in agony. She instinctively clutched her hair, letting out a moan of pain.

Slowly, Murong Feixue's eyes turned blood-red. The way she fixed her gaze on Mo Han was suddenly imbued with a scent of carnage. She let out a low growl and lunged at Mo Han. However, Mo Han paid her attack no mind; with an effortless sidestep, he evaded her lunge, circled behind her, and with an upward sweep of his hand, sent another beam of white light toward the back of her head, which instantly sank into her skull. Following this strike, Murong Feixue seemed to suffer even greater torment, and her speed abruptly doubled as she clawed at Mo Han, though he still dodged with ease.

Mo Han then leaped lightly and flicked his hand again, sending a third ray of white light toward the top of Murong Feixue’s head, which also penetrated effortlessly. After being struck repeatedly by the stimulation of the holy light, the curse within Murong Feixue was fully and violently roused. Her face was terrifyingly distorted by the intense pain, and she emitted continuous cries of agony. Forgetting her attack on Mo Han, she thrashed wildly, rolling uncontrollably on the ground.

Seeing this, Mo Han wasted no time. He swiftly moved close to Murong Feixue and unleashed several bursts of Dou Qi, targeting several crucial meridians on her body. Murong Feixue’s struggling immediately ceased, though her body continued to tremble violently. Her crystalline, pale skin was slick with fragrant sweat, a testament to the suffering she had endured.

Mo Han did not delay. He pulled a necklace emitting a soft white glow from his robes and gently placed it around Murong Feixue’s neck. This item was known as the Necklace of Purification, a treasure Mo Xiuyi had painstakingly recovered from an ancient ruin. It was said that the divine light energy imbued within it could banish all negative effects and negative magical influences, while also amplifying light magic—a veritable artifact.

As the Necklace of Purification neared Murong Feixue, it radiated a gentle white luminescence that slowly spread across her body. Murong Feixue’s agony seemed to lessen. Mo Han continuously touched her skin, guiding the flow of white light toward her head.

Just as the white light was about to completely envelop Murong Feixue’s head, a thread of crimson light suddenly flashed from the top of her skull and rapidly snaked across her body. Mo Han had been waiting for the appearance of this Bloodthirsty Curse. There was no way he would let it escape. Mo Han extended his finger, channeled his Dou Qi, and tapped several points rapidly on Murong Feixue’s body, instantly sealing several of her key meridians.

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