The Wondrous Healing Element

After lifting Ye Xinxia back into her wheelchair, Mo Fan was suddenly hit by a wave of dizziness.

Xinxia's sharp eyes caught it at once. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing — just a bit lightheaded." Mo Fan shook his head.

Come to think of it, he hadn't rested at all since leaving the Earth Sacred Spring. Every wound on his body had gone untreated, and his mind was utterly spent.

He needed to get Xinxia out of here — but in this state, he doubted he could manage another Intermediate-Level spell. The Magical Energy cost was simply too high. The thought gnawed at him.

"Your arm has been bleeding this whole time. You've lost too much blood." Xinxia quickly spotted the ugly wound on Mo Fan's arm.

It had been wrapped in strips of cloth — a rough job that did nothing to slow the blood seeping through.

"Oh, that — one of the Black-Beast Demons got me..." Mo Fan was only registering the injury now. It ached with a dull, persistent throb.

"Put it here." Xinxia guided Mo Fan's injured arm to rest across her lap.

Even through the thin fabric of her skirt, Mo Fan could feel how smooth her legs were. His fingers brushed against them in what might have passed for an accident, and the warm, supple give of her skin was so startling that pain, blood loss — everything else — vanished from his mind entirely.

Xinxia's legs bore no chronic condition, no fracture or impairment. Seated in her chair, she looked no different from any other girl her age. Beneath that skirt, in fact, were legs of near-impossible perfection — sculpted like works of art, pale as fresh snow, smooth as polished jade, the kind of beauty that made the mind go quiet.

Perhaps because they were too perfect, some higher power had taken from them the one thing that mattered most. Strength. Not a trace of it. She could walk — barely — only a few steps before the breath left her entirely.

She had seen doctors more times than she could count, and none of them had answers. The better clinics were beyond what her family could afford, so the problem simply lingered, year after year.

Mo Fan was still quietly savoring this unexpected privilege when something stirred from Xinxia — a strange and gentle energy rising slowly from her body.

A holy, milk-white radiance bloomed at the tips of her slender fingers. It moved like light — luminous, with its own quiet brilliance — yet also like water, fluid and yielding, curling in soft tendrils through the air. The luminous white gathered and pooled in her cupped palms...

Xinxia closed her eyes. She laid her overlapped hands gently over the long wound on Mo Fan's arm.

Almost immediately, a faint tingling spread through him. Mo Fan watched as the wound began to close — the milky light filling it like something alive. The tiny motes of energy were *weaving*, knitting torn muscle back together, reconnecting ruptured blood vessels, restoring something essential to his body's failing reserves.

"This is..." Mo Fan stared, transfixed.

The wound was sealing itself at a visible rate — first the split near the elbow, then creeping slowly toward his shoulder.

If he had to describe it: the wound was like an open zipper, and this healing was someone drawing it slowly, carefully shut. Then, moments after the seam closed, even the scar disappeared — replaced by whole, unblemished skin.

*The Healing Element!!*

*She's actually using the Healing Element!!*

Mo Fan stared at Xinxia's serene, closed-eyed face with something close to disbelief. Watching her concentrate so completely sent a deeper shock rippling through him.

*How had he almost forgotten? Xinxia is a Healing Element Mage — the only person in all of Bo City to have awakened Healing as their First Element.*

Nearly everyone's First Element belonged to one of the seven Elemental categories: Wind, Fire, Water, Ice, Lightning, Light, or Earth. A rare few, however, awakened something beyond the Elemental types — White Magic, Black Magic, or Dimensional Magic.

The Healing Element fell under the broader banner of White Magic. Healing Mages were seldom found below the Intermediate Level. For someone like Xinxia to have awakened it as her very first — that was extraordinarily rare.

Under the warm flow of her Sacred Aura, the dizziness that had plagued him dissolved. The Healing Element did more than mend wounds — it clearly replenished blood loss as well, at least to a meaningful degree.

Mo Fan hadn't seen this coming at all. His gentle little Xinxia carried power this extraordinary. If she were ever deployed inside a Safety Barrier, she would instantly become the most sought-after person there — because no medicine in existence could rival the ability to seal a wound with a single skill.

"Xinxia — how strong is your healing, exactly? Say someone's throat gets cut and you use it immediately. Could you pull them back from that?"

Xinxia shook her head. "If life is draining away in an instant, the healing can't keep up."

"Ah — right. Still incredible, though." Mo Fan nodded.

Every veteran who had ever fought Demon-Beasts understood the truth: it was rarely the killing blow that finished you. More often, it was accumulation — wound after wound, each one left untreated, bleeding, festering, worsening. Ignored long enough, those wounds bled you dry, one drop at a time. Seasoned Hunter-mages carried as much medicine as food and water on long expeditions, but medicine was always too slow — far too slow to keep pace with combat.

A Healing Element Mage in the party solved that entirely. In some situations, she'd be worth more than a defensive Mage. A healer cut the death rate dramatically — especially on long wilderness marches.

"There are more wounds." Xinxia carried out her examination with quiet thoroughness.

Her small hands swept lightly across Mo Fan's skin — barely grazing the surface — and the lesser cuts closed in an instant: bruises, abrasions, lacerations, all of them gone. Watching it happen made something ache in Mo Fan's chest. *I want this ability. I genuinely want it.*

Before long, Mo Fan was as good as new. His clothes were still in tatters, but beneath them — not a mark remained. No wounds, no bruises, not even a scar.

"Ha!" He couldn't help himself. "Turns out my Xinxia is this talented. What do you say — we open a scar-removal clinic. Painless. No surgery. We'd make a fortune."

Xinxia gave him the flattest look she could manage.

Mo Fan felt a little sheepish. They were both supposed to be dignified Mages, after all.

Free of every wound, Mo Fan felt like a different person.

He turned his focus inward — and to his surprise, the Magical Energy within his Star Nebula had already begun to recover.

With that much restored, he could cast Intermediate-Level spells again. Whatever Demon-Beasts stood between them and the exit had no idea what was coming.