Chapter 3287: Sharing Wine With The Lotus Spirit And The Saintess

Lin Mu smiled and pushed himself upright with some effort. "Saintess," he said warmly, "I brought something for you. And for you too, Lotus Spirit."

The Saintess raised an eyebrow curiously. "Oh? What might that be?"

"Immortal Apple Wine," Lin Mu replied. "It’s been aging for quite some time now. I thought it was about time we shared some."

At the mention of the wine, the Saintess’s eyes lit up faintly behind her veil, while the Lotus Spirit tilted her head in interest.

"Would you like to try some?" Lin Mu asked.

The Lotus Spirit smiled, her eyes sparkling. "I have heard of your wine from the Saintess. She said it has the sweetness of youth and the calm of spring. I would love to taste it."

The Saintess nodded slightly. "I’ll admit, I’ve been missing it."

With a small gesture, the Lotus Spirit moved Lin Mu’s bed closer to the table. He carefully took out two sealed jars from his spatial ring and set them on the cloud table.

When he unsealed the first lid, a soft fizzing sound echoed, followed by the sweet, intoxicating fragrance of the Immortal Apples. The aroma spread instantly, carried by the gentle mountain breeze.

The Lotus Spirit inhaled deeply, her eyes closing for a brief moment. "How fragrant... I can already tell this will be delightful."

Lin Mu poured three small cups, their contents glowing faintly with golden light.

They raised their cups together, the Saintess’s expression calm yet there was excitement hidden in her eyes, the Lotus Spirit’s eyes were also filled with delight.

The first sip silenced them all.

The flavor was rich and gentle, with the sweetness of apples and a faint spiritual warmth that lingered long after the swallow. It was neither burning nor heavy, but smooth and light, a balance of vitality and peace.

"This is..." the Lotus Spirit said softly, her eyes shimmering with surprise. "The best wine I have ever tasted. So pure, so refreshing. It feels like drinking the essence of life itself."

Lin Mu smiled gratefully. "I’m glad you like it."

Even the Saintess, usually composed and reserved, let out a quiet sigh. "It is... remarkable. No wonder you take pride in it."

The three of them lingered in conversation, sipping the wine as the sun dipped below the horizon. The light of dusk painted the clouds in shades of gold and crimson.

They laughed softly, spoke of quiet things, of peace, of recovery, and of futures still unseen.

The night over Green Urim Peak was filled with warmth, laughter, and the gentle scent of Immortal Apple Wine.

Time flowed gently over Green Urim Peak, marked not by battle cries or calamity, but by the soft rhythm of recovery. The seasons rolled over the silent mountain in serene succession. Clouds drifted like ribbons, the sacred lotus glowed in shades of emerald and gold, and Lin Mu’s vitality, once faint as a candle’s flicker, began to strengthen little by little.

Six months after his awakening, Lin Mu could finally stand without aid.

The act was slow and cautious, his legs trembling under the weight of his own body, but the moment he managed it, a faint smile crossed his face.

The Lotus Spirit, who had been watching closely, clapped her hands softly. "Well done, Lin Mu. You’ve made real progress."

Lin Mu nodded, catching his breath. "It feels like learning to walk again," he said with a small laugh.

By the eighth month, he could walk around the lotus peak on his own. His steps were still measured, and he often paused to rest, but his balance had returned. The Saintess would sometimes accompany him on these slow walks, her veil fluttering in the mountain breeze as she ensured he did not stumble.

"It must be strange for you," she once said as they looked out at the sea of clouds surrounding the peak.

"What do you mean?" Lin Mu asked.

"To be bound by a body again," she replied softly. "You’ve faced immortals and now a celestial, yet here you are struggling with your own legs."

Lin Mu smiled faintly at that. "Perhaps it’s the heavens’ way of reminding me I’m still human."

A year passed, and Lin Mu’s gait became steady and sure.

He could move freely now, his body responding naturally again. Yet his Qi and body cultivation still lagged behind. He could not draw upon his energy properly, nor could he exercise his physique beyond simple movement.

The Saintess assured him that such things took time, and the Lotus Spirit continued her constant healing, infusing his body with waves of green light.

Then came the second year.

One early morning, Lin Mu sat cross-legged under the glow of dawn. He inhaled deeply, letting his consciousness sink inward, and for the first time since his battle with the Ephemera Tree, he felt it.

Qi flowed.

It started as a trickle, then became a stream, coursing through his meridians with smooth precision. His immortal sense, long dormant, expanded around him like rippling water. He opened his eyes, and the air around him shimmered faintly.

The Saintess appeared a moment later, her green eyes soft with approval. "You’ve done it," she said.

Lin Mu nodded, smiling. "It’s returned."

Two years after his awakening, Lin Mu could finally use his Qi again. His energy, though not yet at its peak, had stabilized. The balance of spirit, mind, and body had begun to restore itself.

It was then that he decided it was time to descend the mountain.

When Lin Mu stepped out from the lotus bloom and began walking down toward the Silent Lotus Temple, the entire peak seemed to hum in quiet farewell. Clouds parted, and petals of light drifted around him as if the heavens themselves were bidding him good luck.

His return to the world below was nothing short of miraculous.

The monks of the Silent Lotus Temple were the first to see him. At first, they stood frozen in disbelief, their chants faltering mid-verse. Then, as realization struck, they fell to their knees and bowed.

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