Imperial Cultivation

Chapter 1243 - 1239: Recovery

Dong Muyu prepared the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, then stepped back to avoid suspicion.

Chu Zhiyuan started writing slowly, neither rushed nor delayed, making each character clear and distinct, and also drew three diagrams.

After setting down the brush, he blew on the pages a bit and handed them to Dong Muyu.

Dong Muyu hastily waved her hands to decline.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Senior Sister, it’s fine, this is a secret technique I practiced below, cannot be passed on outside according to the rules below, besides, we’re not outsiders."

The inheritance of the Yu Xu Sword Sect is not applicable in this world.

Even if the complete inheritance of the Yu Xu Sword Sect were placed in this world, it would inevitably perish, buried by the long river of history.

However, the Blood Purification Technique within is still somewhat useful, especially suitable for situations like Ding Chonglou’s.

Apart from such situations, other circumstances do not require the Blood Purification Technique.

As long as one practices the Heavenly Sword Secret Scripture, the meridians naturally become strong, far better than the Blood Purification Technique.

Passing it to Ding Chonglou is considered utilizing waste, maximizing its value.

Dong Muyu said, "Since it cannot be passed outside, then we should not pass it outside, lest we commit a taboo... Brother Chonglou is helpless, extraordinary circumstances require extraordinary measures, I will consider it done."

While speaking, she took the paper notes and went forward to hand them to Ding Chonglou.

Ding Chonglou had already sat up straight, the flush on his face quickly receding.

His cultivation was ruined, his body injured, yet the body of a Venerable is extraordinarily robust, far beyond ordinary people.

He stood up, cupped his fists, and solemnly bowed: "Junior Brother Chu, great kindness speaks not for thanks!"

Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fists: "Brother, we are family, no need for such courtesy."

Ding Chonglou nodded, saying no more, cautiously taking the pages of paper, eyes ablaze like a torch.

These thin pages of paper concentrated the hope of his reconstruction, the fate of his life.

He felt it weighed a thousand pounds, an unbearable sense of burden, slowly sitting on the lounge chair, slowly browsing through.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Brother, if there is anything unclear, feel free to ask me, I have practiced this."

Ding Chonglou nodded seriously.

He carefully savored each word, fearing missing even one.

Only when lost does one know its value.

Now he understands how important having cultivation is.

Clearly realizing the terror of being a person without cultivation.

Gaining then losing, losing then gaining back.

Making him cherish this Blood Purification Technique dearly, as if acquiring a treasure.

Chu Zhiyuan quietly stood beside, watching him slowly and meticulously read through each word, then close his eyes to comprehend.

The qualifications of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples are indisputably high, practicing this mind technique is not difficult.

But the spiritual energy of Little Outer Heaven and Biyuan Heaven is different, the cultivation systems are different.

The little Blood Purification Technique’s and the martial arts approach of the Heavenly Sword Sect’s are different, two distinct concepts.

This is a difficult process of converting concepts.

Dong Muyu’s bright eyes turned, looking at Chu Zhiyuan, then at Ding Chonglou, full of curiosity.

Chu Zhiyuan said nothing, merely watched Ding Chonglou.

Dong Muyu’s heart was itching like a cat’s, yet she forced herself not to speak and disturb.

Radiant sunlight shone into the courtyard, warm and cozy, making one feel intoxicated.

Even in the sun, Ding Chonglou seemed shrouded in a shadow.

Dong Muyu secretly shook her head.

This blow to Brother Chonglou was too severe, nearly destroying him.

Thinking about it, she understood, it would likely be the same for herself.

He is too young, precisely in the prime time of wanting to make a name and climb the extreme realm of cultivation, only to suddenly have his cultivation path cut off, becoming a wastrel, as if falling from the clouds to the dust, perhaps worse than death.

May this Blood Purification Technique truly be effective.

If ineffective, then that would truly be cruel.

She looked toward Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded lightly.

She sighed with relief, trusting Chu Zhiyuan’s actions enough.

Time slowly passed, a cup of tea... a quarter of an hour...

Ding Chonglou suddenly opened his eyes, bright and spirited.

He saw hope.

After meticulous pondering, he began to activate the faint True Yuan within his Dantian, completing one circulation, difficult and painful, but it indeed had a restorative effect on the meridians.

Although the effect was weak, it was superior to the Spirit Pill’s effect.

That is where hope lies.

No fear of weak effects, slow progress, as long as there is progress, there is hope!

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Brother Ding, any doubts?"

"There are some... about the Void aura, is it spiritual energy? And..."

"The so-called Void is not spiritual energy, but a more foundational aura..."

Chu Zhiyuan explained each point, dissecting the most crucial keys of the Blood Purification Technique bit by bit.

Dong Muyu wanted to avoid suspicion, about to leave, but couldn’t help her curiosity upon hearing this, pricking her ears.

The concept of the Void is absent in the martial arts system of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Chu Zhiyuan made the complex ideas accessible, using many metaphors, depicting them distinctly, giving them a clear understanding.

After Chu Zhiyuan finished, he smiled and asked, "What does Senior Sister think?"

Dong Muyu’s eyes sparkled, pondering, "Very profound, very complex."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "It might hinder others, but it won’t hinder you, Senior Sister, nor Brother Ding."

Ding Chonglou listened eagerly, mind highly focused, thoughts quickly turning, trying hard to keep up with Chu Zhiyuan’s words.

When Chu Zhiyuan finished, he already closed his eyes, carefully perceiving, once again operating the Blood Purification Technique.

Again and again, mind highly concentrated, he vaguely felt the Void Power.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded with a smile.

Dong Muyu immediately lit up, her lips moving silently.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded lightly.

Dong Muyu beamed widely.

Chu Zhiyuan sat down, Dong Muyu followed to sit down, began brewing tea.

Only Ding Chonglou stood still, unmoving, pondering and practicing the Blood Purification Technique.

Under Super Sense, seeing clearly, Void Qi had already entered his body, combined with True Yuan, forming a milky white aura.

Once the Void Qi is prompted to combine with True Yuan, it can truly form the unique aura of the Blood Purification Technique.

These milky aura like milk had remarkably excellent effects on the meridians.

Like parched and cracked land encountering refreshing rain, the severely damaged meridians were rapidly changing, at an incredible speed.

Chu Zhiyuan discovered that the Blood Purification Technique’s power in Biyuan Heaven surpassed that in Little Outer Heaven, with better effects and faster meridian restoration.

He estimated, at this speed, within a day, he could recover three to four parts, in about ten days, fully restored.

The effect could be described as miraculous.

After an hour, Chu Zhiyuan said, "Brother, take a break now."

Ding Chonglou opened his eyes, eyes shining brilliantly, face regaining its rosy glow, radiant from within.

As the meridians restored, his physique also rapidly strengthened.

Dong Muyu laughed: "Congratulations Brother Chonglou, how is it?"

"Hehe..." Ding Chonglou couldn’t help but smile, cupping his fists toward Chu Zhiyuan, and sat at the stone table.

"Brother Ding," Chu Zhiyuan smiled, "Blood Purification Technique consumes Heart and Spirit, the more you practice, the worse the effect, one hour every morning, one hour every afternoon, is sufficient."

"Alright, then I’ll practice like that." Ding Chonglou nodded firmly, sighed deeply, and shook his head in amazement: "Unexpectedly, such a secret technique exists in the world, truly magical!"

"Brother," Chu Zhiyuan said, "Elder Xu and the others are pursuing those people."

Ding Chonglou’s face darkened, sharp light shot from his eyes, he snorted.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Brother, do you think they can be found?"

Ding Chonglou sighed and shook his head.

Chu Zhiyuan asked, "Why?"

Ding Chonglou frowned and said, "Their aura is strange, the martial arts style is strange too, the Tracking Technique likely won’t work, otherwise Elder Xu and the others would have brought good news by now."

Dong Muyu asked, "Don’t you have any impression, Brother? You did exchange several moves with them after all."

Ding Chonglou replied, "All had masks, gray robes hiding them, their hand skills were peculiar, incredibly powerful, leaving me still puzzled."

"Then can’t they be found?" Dong Muyu was reluctant: "There must be a way, right?"