Another Dimensional Immortal Cultivation Tale: The Divine Doctor Against the Heavens

Chapter 267: The Chaotic Forge and My Best Friend's Last Needle

As the stench of decay mingled with the smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils, Yunhai's military boots trod upon the cracked bronze floor. Each step stirred up waves of dark red blood, the crests of which floated datura petals—the leftover herbs from when she was ten, used to brew cough medicine for her father. The Chaos Furnace hovered in the center of the hexagonal altar, twelve beating hearts pierced by bronze chains, each heart inscribed with the birth and death dates from the Yun Clan Genealogy. The smallest heart belonged to her mother in 1998.

“Hai’er…” Yun’s father’s voice came from above, mixed with the clicking sound of gears meshing. He was hanging upside down from the furnace, his white hair hanging down and soaked in the blood. Thirty-seven silver needles were inserted into his veins, and the ends of the needles were tied to faded brown paper bags. The label “Cough Relief No. 1” was soaked in blood, but her childish handwriting was still legible: “Pear Syrup Candy for Daddy.” Yun Hai’s fingertips traced the needle handles and suddenly discovered that each silver needle was engraved with her fingerprints—exactly the same as the silver needles in the Lingyu Sachet, and the ends of the needles were still wrapped with the silk thread of the pear-shaped incense from the canopy.

"This is the teacher's proudest work." Lin Xiaowan's black robe, dripping with amniotic fluid, suddenly opened its hem. Seven centipede-shaped scars snaked from her chest to her lower abdomen, the newest one still oozing blood. "The first cesarean section in 1998 was to insert your placenta; the second in 2005 was to replace my great-grandmother's heart, which had been struck by lightning..." She grabbed Yunhai's hand and pressed it against the scars. Beneath the skin, beating, was the heartbeat of the women in the tomb. "Each time you have to replace an entire human skin, does it hurt?"

Lin Yihai's lightning cleaved the dome, revealing the inner layer inscribed with the "Secret Records of the Green Bag." "The core of the sacrificial furnace requires the blood of a closest relative." His voice trembled with tears, yet the lightning struck precisely at the heart inscribed with "Yun Zhan"—the heart Yun's father had offered as a sacrifice when he rushed into the ancestral grave. However, the lightning exploded into fireworks on the heart's surface, and the cloud patterns on it suddenly twisted into the character "Hai," the very jade pendant Yun Hai had been born with.

"Use the anesthetic you developed to relieve the teacher's suffering." Lin Xiaowan shoved the silver scissors into Yunhai's hand. The fragrant ribbon wrapped around the handle, from the pear-shaped curtain, was the very ribbon she had tied herself for his birthday last year. A flashback tore through time: twelve-year-old Lin Xiaowan secretly drank his cough medicine, choking and tears streaming down her face, yet she laughed, revealing her dimples. "Haihai, this pear-flavored anesthetic tastes much better than Daddy's bitter medicine."

Yunhai's Immortal Healer Seal suddenly heated up, and she saw the medicine bag in her father's veins drawing chaotic energy. "Three qian of datura flowers, five qian of pear syrup candy..." The moment the formula exploded in her mind, her tears fell onto the medicine bag, blurring the words "Made by Hai'er"—exactly the same as the medicine bag she had secretly slipped into her father's pocket when he was chained. Memories of her father surfaced in the blood-red waves: late at night in his study, he trembled as he pressed the "Cough Relief No. 1" medicine bag to his chest, practicing a smile in front of a breastplate.

"Using my body as medicine, my blood as the catalyst!" Yunhai bit his tongue, blood splattering onto the War God Sword. The sword wailed, the War God's power transforming into golden armor. Xiaoqian's scanner projected the acupuncture points of the twelve women, while Lin Yihai's lightning wove the runes of "Shennong Tasting Hundreds of Herbs." Her healing needles simultaneously pierced her father's Tanzhong, Qihai, Guanyuan... twelve vital acupuncture points, precisely the eye points of the Mysterious Maiden Totem that reversed the Blood Sacrifice Array.

"Hai'er... Run..." Suddenly, Yun's father's heart flew out, solidifying into a jade pendant with the character "War"—the very pendant the baby had given her before disappearing. The moment the pendant exploded, an illusion pierced his soul like a knife: in a rift in spacetime, his father was inscribing "With a daughter's blood, break through the calamity of ten thousand ages," while Lin Xiaowan's dagger pierced his back. Yet he remained smiling, for he saw Yun Hai carrying the baby out of the delivery room, the lantern at the door reading "Yun Family Medical Clinic."

"No!" Lin Xiaowan's scream shattered the dome, and blood gushed from seven scars simultaneously, each streak corresponding to the death anniversary of a woman. The chaotic blood of the sea of ​​clouds resonated with her father's heart, drawing the words "New Life" in the center of the furnace—the strokes carrying the warmth of placental blood. The phantoms of women from past generations rose from the blood waves, each offering a packet of medicine: her great-grandmother's "Life-Saving Powder," her grandmother's "Life-Restoring Soup," her mother's "New Life Inducing Labor Technique"...

"Damn it, feudal superstition deserves to be struck by lightning!" Lin Yihai's five-strike lightning whip cleaved through the final shackles, and his memories surfaced in the lightning: during the battle with the tentacle monster, Lin Xiaowan secretly slipped a lightning magic manual into his backpack. The twelve hearts of the furnace core transformed into golden specks of light, each wrapped with medicine packets from the women. One of them rested in Yunhai's palm, revealing his great-grandmother's handwriting: "My Hai'er, live on with a smile."

As Yun's father fell, the cloud pattern on his chest had transformed into the character "海" (sea). "This is the true vessel..." His fingers traced the mole on the back of his neck; the Xuan Nu tattoo was fading. "Your blood... can cure all poisons..." The moment his pupils regained their clarity, his gaze towards Lin Xiaowan suddenly softened. "Don't blame her... she just wanted too much... to become a member of the Yun family..."

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The Immortal Healer's Lotus Seal and the War God's Rune merged in the sea of ​​clouds, transforming into a golden scalpel. "Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, testing poisons on himself..." She cut open her own chaotic bloodline, and blood droplets condensed in the air to form the words "New Life." This action was taught to her by the illusory figures of women from past generations during the reversal of the Blood Sacrifice Array. As her blood flowed into her father's heart, simultaneously drawing chaotic energy, she saw Lin Xiaowan's memories: every time she underwent a cesarean section, she silently murmured, "Haihai, your sister will take your pain."

"Mom, I am your bloodless self." The infant's phantom suddenly embraced Lin Xiaowan, and their bodies began to merge. Yunhai finally understood that the vessel was her pure self, split off without chaotic bloodline. The infant's little hand touched Lin Xiaowan's scar, where a datura flower suddenly bloomed, its fragrance mingling with the scent of pear blossoms in the tent—the smell of home from her memories.

"Remember... the blood of the Yun family... only saves lives..." Yun's father's voice mingled with the sound of an explosion as his body transformed into specks of light and merged into the *Qingnang Secret Record*. A new page appeared: "Blood sacrifice is not a sin, maternal love is the cure." As the core of spacetime collapsed, Yun Hai grabbed Lin Xiaowan's hand and discovered that the word "Hai" was engraved on her palm—the very word Yun's father had written in 1998 when he held her hand.

Lin Yihai's lightning protected everyone as they rushed out of the rift. In his last glimpse, Yunhai saw his newborn baby's photograph floating in the furnace. The words on the back were soaked in blood, yet still clear: "My Hai'er, forever an angel." In the photograph, Lin Xiaowan held the swaddled baby, a corner of the jade pendant bearing the character "Hai" around her neck missing—it was Lingyu's jade pendant.