Ying Jia lay motionless on the silk sheets, her consciousness floating in a strange haze as warm energy continued flowing through her decimated body.

She could feel Tianlong's hand still pressed against her chest, the pink spirit's ethereal touch adding to the torrent of life force flooding her system.

But what confused her more than the miraculous healing was the simple question echoing in her mind: 'Why?'

Why was this man—this emperor who barely knew her—going to such lengths for someone like her? She was nothing now. A broken shell, a dying husk that had been systematically drained for decades. What possible benefit could he gain from wasting his precious resources on her?

The vitality coursing through her veins was unlike anything she'd experienced, even in her divine days. It wasn't the cold, sterile energy of celestial cultivation, but something warm and alive, pulsing with genuine care rather than obligation.

'Crack.'

Her eyes widened as she felt something impossible happening deep within her core. Her meridians—those spiritual channels that had been shattered beyond repair—were... 'reforming'?

A gasp escaped her lips as thin threads of qi began flowing through pathways that hadn't functioned in years. The sensation was overwhelming, like feeling blood flow back into a limb that had been numb for an eternity.

"That's... that's not possible," she whispered, her voice stronger than it had been in decades.

Meridian reconstruction was a myth, something cultivation novels spoke of but no practitioner had ever achieved. Once spiritual channels were destroyed, they stayed destroyed. Yet here she was, feeling new pathways forming like rivers carving fresh courses through her body.

'Thrum.'

Deep in her chest, she felt another impossibility beginning to take shape. Her dantian—the core of her cultivation that had been utterly obliterated—was slowly reforming. It started as a tiny spark, no larger than a grain of rice, but she could sense it growing stronger with each pulse of energy Tianlong fed into her.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as the full weight of what was happening hit her. This wasn't just healing. This was 'resurrection'. He was bringing her back from a state worse than death, reconstructing not just her body but her very potential for cultivation.

"How is this even possible?" she breathed, lifting one trembling hand to stare at fingers that were no longer skeletal and pale.

She watched in amazement as muscle tissue filled out beneath skin that was regaining its elasticity. The constant pain that had been her companion for so long was fading, replaced by a tingling warmth that seemed to reach into her very bones.

Tianlong's hand moved away from her chest, and she immediately felt the loss of that steady flow of energy. But the healing continued on its own momentum now, her reformed meridians greedily absorbing the ambient qi in the chamber.

"Here," he said, producing a small vial filled with glowing liquid. "Drink this."

She accepted the vial with shaking hands, not even questioning what it contained. After everything he'd already given her, what was one more impossibility?

The Vitality Fountain Draught tasted like liquid starlight, sending cascades of pure life energy through her system. She gasped as her body temperature normalized for the first time in years, as her heart began beating with steady strength instead of the weak flutter she'd grown accustomed to.

More pills followed—the Essence Rebuilding Pills that tasted of concentrated springtime, the Bone Marrow Renewal Tonic that made her skeleton feel like it was being reforged in divine fire. Each one brought her further back from the brink, each one a treasure that sects would wage wars over.

Finally, the pink spirit—Liora—pressed her hands against Ying Jia's forehead, and she felt the last of her spiritual contamination being burned away by pure, cleansing light.

When it was over, Ying Jia slowly sat up on the bed, her movements fluid and pain-free for the first time in decades. She stared down at her hands—no longer the gnarled claws of a dying woman, but smooth and elegant, with skin that held a subtle luminescence.

'I can move.' The simple thought brought fresh tears to her eyes. 'I can actually move without pain.'

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood, marveling at the strength in her limbs. Her newly reformed dantian hummed with potential energy, and she could sense qi flowing through her meridians like water through well-maintained channels.

"I don't understand," she whispered, looking up at Tianlong with eyes bright with tears and confusion. "Why are you doing this for me? I'm nobody to you. Just some broken woman you found in a hut. There's no reason for you to—"

"You look gorgeous, you know?" he interrupted softly, his crimson eyes meeting hers with that same warm appreciation she'd seen him show his wives.

Ying Jia blinked, confusion washing over her. Gorgeous? Her? She was Zhao Meilian, the emperor's daughter-in-law, and she'd been dying for years. How could she possibly look—

Her thoughts stopped cold as she caught sight of her reflection in the polished walls of the Pleasure Palace.

The face staring back at her wasn't Zhao Meilian's.

It wasn't even human.

Silver hair cascaded down her back like liquid moonlight, so long it pooled around her feet where she stood. Her eyes were the color of starlit silver, ancient and otherworldly, holding depths that spoke of countless millennia. Her features were ethereal perfection—not the mortal beauty of Zhao Meilian, but something that transcended physical limitations entirely.

She was 'herself' again. Ying Jia, the divine being who had been condemned by the Celestial Court, whose essence had been scattered across reincarnations.

But how? How was this possible?

"My true form," she breathed, reaching up to touch her face with trembling fingers. "But I'm supposed to be sealed. Locked into the reincarnation cycle. How can I—"

Understanding hit her like a thunderbolt. The healing hadn't just restored her body—it had awakened her original divine nature.

The seals that had bound her to mortal forms were still there, she could sense them, but somehow...she had recovered her body?

"Come on," he said, his voice dropping to that husky tone she'd heard him use with his wives, "I want to do it with exactly how you looked. Not the present one."

"Do... what?" Ying Jia blinked, confusion evident in her voice.

As she spoke, Tianlong was already accessing his system interface, his expression shifting to one of focused determination.

'System, show me higher grade of appearance enhancement items. I need something to fully manifest her true divine form... even with middle grade she looks so gorgeous.'

[Harem Point Shop - Appearance Enhancement]

[Soul Appearance Amplifier Pill: 1000 Harem Points]

[Effect: Temporarily manifests target's true soul appearance at maximum beauty potential]

[Duration: 24 hours]

'Perfect.' Without hesitation, he mentally confirmed the purchase, watching his remaining points drain to zero.

[Purchase Complete: Soul Appearance Amplifier Pill acquired]

A crystalline vial materialized in his hand, containing a pill that seemed to shimmer with rainbow light, as if it contained trapped starlight.

"Here," he said, offering it to her. "Take this."

Ying Jia stared at the pill, her divine senses immediately recognizing its potency. "What is this? And what did you mean by—"

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