Imperial Cultivation Chapter 1243 - 1239: Recovery

Dong Muyu arranged the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, then withdrew to sidestep any suspicion.

Chu Zhiyuan began inscribing at a steady pace, without haste or lingering, rendering every character sharp and vivid, while also sketching three illustrations.

Once he laid down the brush, he softly blew over the sheets before passing them to Dong Muyu.

Dong Muyu rapidly shook her hands in refusal.

Chu Zhiyuan grinned and remarked, "Senior Sister, it’s alright, this is a secret technique I practiced below. The rules below forbid passing it outside, but anyway, we’re not outsiders."

The Yu Xu Sword Sect’s inheritance doesn’t suit this world.

Even if the full Yu Xu Sword Sect legacy were brought here, it would surely fade away, swallowed by history’s endless flow.

Yet the Blood Purification Technique inside remains somewhat beneficial, particularly fitting for cases like Ding Chonglou’s.

Beyond those scenarios, the Blood Purification Technique isn’t needed in other situations.

Practicing the Heavenly Sword Secret Scripture naturally toughens the meridians, surpassing the Blood Purification Technique by far.

Handing it to Ding Chonglou turns waste into use, squeezing out its utmost worth.

Dong Muyu replied, "If it can’t be shared outside, then let’s not share it outside, to avoid breaking taboos... Brother Chonglou has no choice, special times call for special steps. I’ll handle it."

As she spoke, she accepted the written sheets and moved ahead to deliver them to Ding Chonglou.

Ding Chonglou had straightened up already, the redness on his face fading swiftly.

Though his cultivation lay in ruins and his body bore wounds, a Venerable’s physique stays incredibly sturdy, exceeding that of mere mortals.

He rose to his feet, clasped his fists, and bowed deeply with gravity: "Junior Brother Chu, your immense kindness defies mere words of thanks!"

Chu Zhiyuan returned the fist salute: "Brother, we’re kin, no need for formalities."

Ding Chonglou gave a nod, falling silent, and carefully received the pages, his gaze burning like flames.

These slim sheets held all his hopes for rebuilding, the turning point of his destiny.

He sensed their immense weight, a heavy load too much to bear lightly, and eased back onto the recliner to pore over them gradually.

Chu Zhiyuan stated, "Brother, if anything puzzles you, ask away—I’ve cultivated this myself."

Ding Chonglou nodded with utmost seriousness.

He scrutinized every character, dreading to overlook a single one.

Loss alone reveals true worth.

Now he grasped the vital importance of cultivation.

He fully perceived the dread of existing without cultivation.

From possession to loss, then reclaiming it.

This made him treasure the Blood Purification Technique profoundly, like stumbling upon a priceless gem.

Chu Zhiyuan stood quietly nearby, observing as he methodically scanned each line, then shut his eyes to reflect deeply.

Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect boast top-tier aptitudes; mastering this mental method poses no challenge.

However, spiritual energy in Little Outer Heaven and Biyuan Heaven differs, as do their cultivation paths.

The Blood Purification Technique’s minor method clashes with the Heavenly Sword Sect’s martial style—two entirely separate paths.

Converting between them demands a tough adaptation.

Dong Muyu’s lively eyes darted about, glancing from Chu Zhiyuan to Ding Chonglou, brimming with eager curiosity.

Chu Zhiyuan stayed mute, simply keeping watch over Ding Chonglou.

Dong Muyu’s curiosity clawed at her like a feline’s itch, but she restrained herself from interrupting.

Brilliant sunlight flooded the courtyard, bathing it in warmth and comfort, enough to entrance anyone.

Yet even under the rays, Ding Chonglou appeared cloaked in gloom.

Dong Muyu shook her head inwardly.

The strike against Brother Chonglou cut too deep, almost shattering him.

Putting herself in his place, she comprehended—it would crush her similarly.

So youthful, right at the peak moment to forge fame and ascend cultivation’s heights, only for his path to snap shut abruptly, turning him into a cripple. Plummeting from heavenly peaks to muddy depths—maybe worse than dying.

May this Blood Purification Technique prove truly potent.

Should it fail, the cruelty would be unbearable.

Her gaze shifted to Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan offered a faint nod.

Relief washed over her; she held firm faith in Chu Zhiyuan’s choices.

Time drifted by slowly—a cup of tea’s span... then a quarter-hour...

Ding Chonglou’s eyes snapped open abruptly, gleaming with vigor and life.

He had glimpsed hope.

Through intense deliberation, he stirred the trace True Yuan lingering in his Dantian, forcing one full cycle—arduous and agonizing, yet it undeniably mended his meridians.

Though the impact felt faint, it outshone the Spirit Pill’s healing.

Therein lay the spark of hope.

No worries about feeble results or sluggish advancement—as long as there's advancement, hope remains alive!

Chu Zhiyuan grinned: "Brother Ding, got any questions?"

"I do have a few... regarding the Void aura, is that spiritual energy? And..."

"The so-called Void isn't spiritual energy; it's a more primal form of aura..."

Chu Zhiyuan broke down every detail, unraveling the essential secrets of the Blood Purification Technique step by step.

Dong Muyu intended to step away to avoid awkwardness, yet her curiosity got the better of her, and she strained to listen in.

The Heavenly Sword Sect's martial arts system lacks any notion of the Void.

Chu Zhiyuan simplified the intricate concepts with vivid analogies, painting them so clearly that everyone grasped them fully.

Once Chu Zhiyuan wrapped up, he smiled and turned to her: "What do you think, Senior Sister?"

Dong Muyu's eyes gleamed with excitement as she mulled it over: "Incredibly deep, incredibly intricate."

Chu Zhiyuan chuckled: "It might stump others, but not you, Senior Sister, or Brother Ding."

Ding Chonglou absorbed every word intently, his mind razor-sharp, racing to follow along with Chu Zhiyuan's explanations.

The moment Chu Zhiyuan concluded, Ding Chonglou shut his eyes, sensing deeply, and launched into the Blood Purification Technique once more.

Time after time, with utmost focus, he faintly detected the Void Power.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded approvingly with a smile.

Dong Muyu's face instantly brightened, her lips silently forming words.

Chu Zhiyuan gave a subtle nod.

Dong Muyu's smile bloomed radiantly.

Chu Zhiyuan took a seat, and Dong Muyu joined him, starting to prepare tea.

Ding Chonglou alone remained standing motionless, immersed in contemplation and running the Blood Purification Technique.

Through Super Sense, it was crystal clear: Void Qi had seeped into his body, merging with True Yuan to create a milky white energy.

With Void Qi fused into True Yuan, the distinctive essence of the Blood Purification Technique truly emerges.

This milky energy, reminiscent of fresh milk, worked wonders on the meridians.

Like drought-stricken earth drinking in sweet rain, the badly wounded meridians transformed at a astonishing pace.

Chu Zhiyuan realized the Blood Purification Technique performed even better in Biyuan Heaven than in Little Outer Heaven, yielding superior results and quicker meridian healing.

He figured that at this rate, three or four tenths recovery in a single day, full restoration in roughly ten days.

The results were nothing short of miraculous.

An hour later, Chu Zhiyuan spoke up: "Brother, time for a rest."

Ding Chonglou's eyes snapped open, blazing with light, his complexion flushing with healthy vigor from deep within.

As meridians mended, his body swiftly grew stronger too.

Dong Muyu chuckled: "Congratulations, Brother Chonglou! How does it feel?"

"Hehe..." Ding Chonglou grinned uncontrollably, clasped his fists at Chu Zhiyuan, and settled at the stone table.

"Brother Ding," Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, "the Blood Purification Technique drains Heart and Spirit—the longer you go, the weaker the gains. One hour each morning and afternoon suffices."

"Got it, I'll stick to that schedule." Ding Chonglou nodded resolutely, let out a heavy sigh, and marveled while shaking his head: "Who'd have thought such a wondrous secret art existed? Truly astonishing!"

"Brother," Chu Zhiyuan noted, "Elder Xu and the rest are chasing down those attackers."

Ding Chonglou's expression turned grim, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes as he snorted coldly.

Chu Zhiyuan pressed: "Brother, do you believe they'll catch them?"

Ding Chonglou sighed deeply and shook his head.

Chu Zhiyuan probed: "Why not?"

Ding Chonglou scowled and explained: "Their auras feel off, their martial styles bizarre as well. Tracking Techniques probably fail against them, or Elder Xu would've reported success by now."

Dong Muyu inquired: "No clues at all, Brother? You clashed with them directly, after all."

Ding Chonglou answered: "Masks covered their faces, gray robes concealed them, and their palm strikes were freakishly potent and strange—I'm still baffled."

"So they can't be tracked down?" Dong Muyu sounded unwilling: "There has to be some method, doesn't there?"