NOVPUBFragile beyond measure.
The Taoist in blue stood atop the mountain, sighing deeply.
In an instant, he appeared beside the one-armed woman.
Seeing his figure, the Heichi Nation refugees around instinctively stepped back in fear.
The Taoist in blue paid them no mind, gazing at the torn wound where the woman’s limb had been severed, pondering for a moment before pulling out a scroll from his Storage Treasure.
The scroll conspicuously bore the title "Secret Medical Records of Qian".
His Spiritual Sense brushed over the scroll.
With a Golden Core Perfection Soul, he had imprinted the text from the scroll into his mind.
"Regenerating limbs, replenishing Yuan Qi...quite simple, really."
The Taoist in blue gently tapped the one-armed woman, after which, at a speed visible to the naked eye, her bones and flesh began to sprout and grow at the site of her missing limb...
In the blink of an eye, under the astonished gazes of the surrounding Heichi Nation people, the one-armed woman grew another arm!
She opened her eyes groggily, unaware of the change in herself, and upon seeing her child propped up on the muddy ground, she hurriedly threw herself forward, snatching her child into her embrace.
Only then did she shockingly notice her brand new arm and hand!
"Has it...grown back?" 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝘣.𝘤𝘰𝑚
As if awakening from a dream, she looked down at her child’s legs.
She hurriedly scanned her surroundings, and upon spotting the Taoist in blue, she seemed to understand something, clutched her child closer, and knelt on the ground, pounding her head in kowtow towards the Taoist:
"Medicine King God! You must be the Medicine King God! Please save my child!"
The Medicine King God is a Divine Spirit revered by the citizens of Heichi Nation, but does not exist in reality.
The woman’s forehead quickly turned bloody and bruised.
But she soon found she was utterly unable to kneel down as if an unseen force was supporting her.
Immediately, she joyfully saw the mysterious Taoist, who seemed like a divine entity descending from heaven, lightly touch her child’s cradle.
Like a miracle, new bone and flesh rapidly grew at the site of the child’s broken legs.
The child’s face, previously thinned by hunger, quickly filled out.
Her middle-aged husband, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes and propped himself up.
The woman’s eyes and mouth opened wide in disbelief.
All the Heichi Nation people around who saw this spectacle were equally stunned.
And when they all witnessed the child wriggle free from his mother’s arms and leap to the ground—
The woman cried tears of joy, kneeling first and shouting:
"Medicine King God! Thank you, Medicine King God!"
Following her shout, the people around also knelt and echoed "Medicine King God".
The Taoist in blue looked at these prostrated people.
He had seen such scenes countless times in the Pearl Dungeon.
Yet, at this moment, he felt different.
A flicker of joy.
A hint of enlightenment.
He seemed to have grasped that bit of obsession in his heart.
And he faintly found a way to enlighten his heart.
He did not linger, his Spiritual Sense sweeping over the refugees of Heichi Nation, healing their wounds and illnesses before he continued in the direction from which the refugees had come, walking with a bamboo staff.
At each place, he would treat the refugees, banishing illness.
The medical sutras from Qian made it exceedingly easy for him to heal the mortals.
Gradually, he felt more and more incense fire accumulating from behind him in the north.
The enlightenment in his heart grew clearer.
He had a vague sense that he was in a very special state.
Without deliberately sustaining this state, he just kept walking south.
He encountered more and more disaster victims.
Finally, as he drew closer and closer to the coast, he saw other Cultivators.
"Which county are you from? Why so reckless! There was a Demonic Beast here just before. One moment’s carelessness and you could lose your life. Hurry and get out of here!"
A young Cultivator clad in heavy armor hovered low in the air, frowning at the Taoist in blue who was treating the disaster victims, speaking hurriedly.
The Taoist in blue barely looked up, his gaze sweeping over the scratched and bloodied armor of the other before he lowered his head again to gently place a palm on a disaster victim who had been bifurcated at the waist.
"Just a moment," he said.
"With injuries like this, there’s no saving—what the fuck!"
The young Cultivator’s eyes bulged in shock at the sight of the Taoist in blue, and even more at the victim whose body had come back together.
His tone changed immediately, becoming more respectful:
"You...are you a Master who has achieved Foundation Establishment?"
The Taoist in blue did not answer but instead moved on to the next victim.
The victim’s neck had a deep gash, from which blood occasionally sprayed between his fingers.
The woman beside him, likely his wife, was anxious but dared not urge him on, her face beaming with tears at the sight of the Taoist’s arrival.
The armored young Cultivator, seeing the Taoist’s actions, hesitated before speaking:
"I am Qian Baimao. Esteemed senior, your efforts in healing them here will merely consume your Mana in vain. The spiritual energy on Heichi Nation’s side is waning; fortifying against the floods is very difficult. If we encounter another Demonic Beast attack, we..."
Before he could finish,
Out of a nearby puddle, a thorn-covered beast, much larger but reminiscent of a seahorse, propelled spikes towards them!
"Damn it! A Class II Demonic Beast!"
The armored young Cultivator’s face went pale.
What are the odds?
In that critical moment, without thinking further, he channeled his Mana, quickly inflating his cumbersome armor.
