Chapter 157: The Seventeenth Birthday
Jiang Qingyu slowly opened her eyes, a flash of golden light sweeping across them.
The sun was setting behind the western hills, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.
This was the real world, not an illusion.
The cold moonlight fell upon Jiang Qingyu. The charred, bloody scabs rapidly healed, sloughed off, and new skin grew in.
Her newly born skin was as white as snow and as delicate as a newborn baby's. The color returned to her cheeks, her hair became soft and straight once more, and all her internal and external injuries were completely healed as before.
Feeling the abundant spiritual power in her dantian—where the little purple lightning bolts had completely fused with her—along with the glowing white, crescent-shaped spiritual root, her meridians expanded to their utmost capacity, and her bones had transformed into a warm, jade-white.
Her immortal bones were freshly formed.
Jiang Qingyu stood up and discovered that she had actually grown a bit taller, which came as a pleasant surprise.
At some point, the golden leaf imprint on her heart manifested, sacred and elegant, like the descent of a deity.
Tang Yuan let out a long breath, taking the puppet doll back into Nishang Fenghua, the heart that had been hanging in suspense finally dropping back into place.
She smiled and opened her arms to Jiang Qingyu: "Congratulations."
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Chapter 157