Chapter 71: Lysa’s Method of Healing

Lysa’s voice trembled, and if not for Ella supporting her, she would have collapsed to the floor.
“Come with me quickly. Right now, only you, miss, can save the master.”
At those words, Lysa abandoned the others and ran outside. Hardy and Carl hurried after her, leaving Chu Yun alone in the workshop, speechless.
“Well, I suppose I’ll go take a look too.” Chu Yun hadn’t been interested at first, but after hearing Hardy say that only Lysa could save Carl, he felt something was off.
At a time like this, even if they couldn’t find a priest for healing, as long as they had enough money, no mage from the Mage’s Guild would refuse to help.
Glancing at the fallen flight wings on the ground, Chu Yun pondered for a moment, picked them up, and entered the Mirror World.
Even if he died from a fall in the Mirror World, Chu Yun would not truly die—making it the perfect place to run tests.
He swept his spiritual sense over the entire flight wing. His spell identification level was very high, so he recognized all the magic arrays inscribed on it.
There were hundreds of differently shaped paper airplanes in the workshop; Lysa had clearly put in a great deal of effort studying the flight wing model.
“Activate!”
Driven by his spiritual force, the wind crystal on the flight wing began rapidly converting into wind element, which then flowed into the patterns of the magic arrays.
A gentle updraft slowly lifted the folded flight wing. As it rose higher, the current intensified, carrying Chu Yun into the sky.
“This is exhilarating—much more fun than flying in a plane!” Chu Yun gazed down at the shrinking crowds and buildings below, excitement coursing through him.
Once the flight wing reached a certain altitude, Chu Yun unfolded the wings, guiding the wind element through other magic arrays with his mental power. The airflow along the wings changed accordingly.
Ordinarily, the structure of the flight wing alone would suffice for gliding down from high altitude, but Lysa had cleverly set up flight magic arrays to angle the wind force diagonally during the glide.
This way, as long as there was no external interference and there was enough elemental power, one could theoretically fly an unlimited distance.
In practice, however, high-altitude air currents were chaotic, and in addition to controlling the magic arrays with spiritual power, one had to coordinate with the built-in steering and adjustment devices—somewhat cumbersome, with room for improvement.
Lysa had managed to reach this level in a short time, which was already quite impressive.

Chu Yun soared freely in the air, trying to cast magic downward as he flew. Because he was too nervous, he failed several times at first, but after getting used to it, it became much easier.
“For ordinary soldiers in the army, there’s no need for complex spells—just an updraft would suffice for a short-range aerial assault. The cost is a bit high, though, and if not done well, it could be fatal.”
The flight wing’s stability was generally reliable, but if a strong wind hit and wasn’t brought under control in time, it could result in disaster. Not to mention, this world had mages. Compared to military use, at this stage, the device was more suitable for outdoor adventures.
Chu Yun’s flight test went quite well. He followed Lysa and Hardy on the ground, landing in the viscount’s manor gardens.
Since both Hardy and Viscount Carl were powerful professionals, Chu Yun kept a safe distance and activated his invisibility ring to avoid detection by their mirror selves.
The invisibility ring was only effective against beings below the second tier, but it could still reduce the alert range of third-tier mirror entities. Only when getting much closer would he be noticed.
The viscount’s manor was heavily guarded, with numerous sentries barring outsiders from entering.
Lysa hurried to Viscount Carl’s bedroom, where he lay unconscious, his face pale and bloodless.
“Tell me what happened. What am I supposed to do now?” Lysa trusted Hardy greatly; after all, he had signed a contract with Viscount Carl—if Carl died, so would Hardy.
With sorrow in his eyes, Hardy explained, “The master originally intended to enter the Carlos Mountains to hunt down Shivana, but by the time he received word and arrived at the dragon’s lair, she had already left.”
“After slaughtering the dragons, perhaps knowing the master was coming, they left in a hurry and failed to notice anything strange at the bottom of the lair.”
“The young dragon Shivana killed was a fire dragon, and its lair was in a volcanic crater.”
“When the master and I arrived, the magma at the bottom was unusually active. After some investigation, we found the anomaly was caused by a fragment of divinity.”
“It took quite some effort, but the master finally managed to retrieve the divine shard.”
“But… but when he tried to forcibly absorb it, he ended up like this.”
Hardy continued, “Miss, don’t worry. I’ve already dealt with all the guards who knew about the divine shard. No one will come to trouble the master because of it.”
Lysa frowned, clearly displeased with his methods. “What should I do now?” she asked.
Hardy explained, “The divinity of this shard must be in great conflict with the master’s own, which is why this happened.”

“Miss, your nature is entirely opposite the master’s—and you’re a ‘good person’—so I believe you should be able to absorb the shard safely.”
“If you can absorb the power in the shard, I’m sure there’ll be a way to break the spell keeping the master asleep.” Carefully, Hardy took out an exquisite wooden box from his spatial equipment.
When the box was opened, a beautiful diamond-shaped crystal appeared before Lysa.
“So this is a shard of divinity?” As a researcher, Lysa was deeply interested in such legendary objects.
“If I try to absorb it, and fail, will I fall into a slumber like my father?” she asked, worried.
Hardy shook his head, helpless. “If absorbed properly, there shouldn’t be any problem. The master, unable to absorb it, lost his temper and swallowed the shard whole, which is why he fell into this sleep.”
“It took me quite some effort to retrieve it again, miss, so please be careful.”
Lysa: “…”
“In this state, the master’s life force is slowly draining away. I’ve tried many things on the way here, but they only delayed it a little. If the shard isn’t absorbed soon, I’m afraid…”
A shard of divinity is a treasure, and even if there were someone more suitable, it couldn’t be given away lightly. Only Lysa was worthy of using it.
Of course, if she failed too, they would have no choice but to seek someone else.
“Absorbing a divine shard takes time, and I fear the master won’t last that long. Miss, the master needs your blood to restore his life force,” Hardy urged anxiously.
“I understand.”
Then, under Chu Yun’s puzzled gaze, Lysa approached Viscount Carl’s bedside and extended her wrist.
Without any wound, blood began to seep from her skin, flowing into Viscount Carl’s mouth. Gradually, the pallor faded from his face, replaced by a faint flush of color.