Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 490 The Headmaster of the Earth Beam Palace, the Desolate Grave's Blade Qi

The place Feng Baili pointed to turned out to be the wounded soldiers' camp.

Although it's called a wounded soldiers' camp, it was actually originally a pharmacy.

Chu Tianshu sat on the elephant's back, and when he looked up, he could already see half of the golden signboard outside.

It was probably affected by the war, and a small part of it was burned down, leaving only a large part of the character "药" (medicine) and a complete character "堂" (hall).

"There are too many people recuperating here, and the original courtyard of the pharmacy is far from enough."

Feng Baili said, "We've built new doors in the walls of half a street near this pharmacy, connecting them all together."

"Many of our neighbors had also been killed or injured, and the addition of these wounded soldiers made them feel a little more at ease."

As he spoke, he jumped off the elephant's back and led Chu Tianshu through a side door.

Chu Tianshu followed, and along the way he saw many wounded soldiers fast asleep.

After passing through the new doors that opened in the wall and going through several courtyards, we could vaguely hear some human voices ahead.

There were many door panels lying on the ground in the courtyard, benches were put together to form a bed, and thin quilts were laid on rattan chairs.

A large group of wounded soldiers, seemingly lying here sunbathing, were not asleep; some were missing arms, and some were missing legs.

Chu Tianshu knew at a glance why these were the only ones who couldn't sleep.

Their injuries were so severe that the intermittent pain prevented them from sleeping soundly unless they used excessive amounts of medication, which would only worsen their condition.

The only hope is that their brains adapt to the reality of missing limbs and gradually alleviate or dull the pain there.

but……

Chu Tianshu's eyes could still faintly sense the spiritual power emanating from these people.

A pale white light rippled outwards from their heads.

The source of mental power is vaguely a small round ball hidden in the brain.

The human pineal gland controls reproductive development and regulates day-night sleep. Moreover, the operation of the pineal gland follows different cycles on a monthly, seasonal, and annual basis, and is closely related to the human biological clock.

The mental power of a psychic practitioner is catalyzed by the entire brain, including the pineal gland, which is mainly responsible for time-sensory coordination and does not provide much intensity of mental power.

The pineal glands of the Windward Clan seem to provide nearly half of their psychic power.

When the source of mental power is highly concentrated, its explosive power will be more pronounced after being stimulated.

The downside is that this kind of mental power is also more stubborn.

If a human being in the modern world were to cultivate their mental power to this level, they should be able to actively reduce physical pain.

These members of the Fangfeng clan could only endure it slowly, with occasional flashes of pain between their brows.

“My lord, these are soldiers who have experienced dangerous battles. Their experiences will surely not disappoint you.”

Feng Baili said, "Please also tell them more stories to ease their suffering."

That was truly talk therapy.

Chu Tianshu didn't mind telling stories, but he had other important matters to attend to, and it would be inappropriate to tell stories here slowly.

"Words cannot heal a serious injury. With such injuries, it is best for them to rest and recuperate. I do know a little about medicine, so I wish them a good dream."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Tianshu swung his right arm, his sleeve billowing out.

Dozens of points of silvery-white cold light suddenly flashed out.

Feng Baili was startled and was about to stop him.

The silver needles had landed precisely on the foreheads of each wounded soldier, the tips of the needles trembling slightly.

The eyelids of the wounded soldiers seemed to tremble in unison with the needle's tail, then they all closed their eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Baili noticed that their breathing was becoming increasingly even and long, and he was both surprised and delighted.

Fangfeng's medical skills also included the method of needle knife therapy, but these wounded soldiers could not be given excessive amounts of medicine, and naturally there were many taboos regarding the use of needles.

There have been instances where using acupuncture to help with sleep, if not done properly, could actually cause someone to be unable to sleep for two or three days.

Who could have imagined that as soon as this night wanderer met the wounded soldiers, he could simultaneously administer acupuncture to dozens of people with a flick of his sleeve, and his technique was flawless.

"Young master, you must have had dealings with many members of the Fangfeng clan when you were in another part of the spirit world."

Feng Baili exclaimed in admiration, "You have such a thorough understanding of the constitution of my Fangfeng tribe! You are truly a divine physician!"

Practicing medicine requires experience. There are too many races in the spirit world, and the experience of practicing medicine for each race is very different, requiring special accumulation.

It's understandable that Feng Baili would make this guess.

Chu Tianshu smiled but remained silent, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Just wait for the other person to see his expression, and let them imagine what it's all about.

In fact, Chu Tianshu was already skilled with needles, and now he also had the subtle detection of the Taixu internal energy and the rapid understanding and meticulous control of unfamiliar physiques caused by mountain collapse and water annihilation.

With such a profound understanding and skill, it would be truly astonishing if someone couldn't even handle giving a person a sleeping acupuncture injection.

“I heard that the 17th, 19th and 20th were the three battalions that fled here. There must be a leader among them. Such a person, although he has experienced the same things as the soldiers, must have more sharp eyes and ears along the way and have unique insights.”

Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "If I want to do some research, I would like to ask these leaders to spare some time to meet me."

Feng Baili repeatedly said, "Good, good!"

The train was saved, which is fine.

Feng Baili could not truly know the white ape's actual strength based on the carriage officer's account.

However, the medical skills that the other party just displayed are of great significance to the town of Shibaying today, which goes without saying.

"Mr. Lang..."

Feng Baili hesitated for a moment, "Did you just witness that you are skilled at helping people sleep and treating wounds?" Chu Tianshu nodded, "I know a little about it."

Feng Baili made up his mind: "If that's the case, could you please diagnose a distinguished person here, Fang Tai, who is the head of the Diliang Palace?"

Oh?
Chu Tianshu's heart skipped a beat.

With the help of clues provided by Qian Jin and others, who were prisoners of the spirit world, they infiltrated the area and first used the 19th Battalion as a base to extract intelligence.

This approach is to avoid attracting the attention of high-ranking figures in Cheung Chau and to play it safe.

After all, being in the Spirit Realm, which is rich in resources, and with the influence of the Daoist Wind weakening, it's hard to say how many experts there are in the Spirit Realm, and what skills they possess when combined with magical artifacts, treasures, and innate supernatural abilities.

Even Qian Jin, the centurion, didn't know enough about things at the highest levels.

This was the plan that Tsuru and his group made before entering Choshu.

But once they entered, the situation was quite different from what they had anticipated.

Chu Tianshu's strength was actually a little different from what He Lai had imagined.

On the way, Chu Tianshu learned more and more about the local situation and began to ponder how to modify his plans.

Since there is currently a headmaster of the Diliang Palace, we can try to make contact with him.

Of course, there's no reason to miss it.

A moment later, Feng Baili led Chu Tianshu to a large mansion.

The Heavenly and Earthly Palaces each had a branch in various locations, including the Thirty-Six Camps.

The mansion in front of us is the lower courtyard of Diliang Palace in the Eighteen Camps.

"Elder Feng!"

When the guards saw that it was Feng Baili, they bowed slightly and let him in.

The title of "elder" is reserved for master craftsmen.

In the last hundred years, the term "master craftsman" has referred to someone who is able to develop and modify the techniques of the Incantation Fire Pit.

Feng Baili developed the technology of synthetic fish feed for the Zhouyuan Fire Pond, greatly stimulating the potential of shallow sea aquaculture in Changzhou Kingdom.

Among all the elders of Changzhou Kingdom, his reputation ranks among the top.

As Chu Tianshu followed him through the front yard and around the main hall, the guards and busy clerks all bowed slightly when they saw Feng Baili.

Only when they reached the main hall did guards with golden spears cross their weapons and block their way.

"What's the matter?"

"I have found a renowned physician for the academy's head, and I have come here specifically to request an audience."

The main hall had an extremely high roof ridge, with six stone-carved ridge beasts squatting at each end, and the slope formed by the black roof tiles was large and wide.

Each thick tile, meticulously crafted, remains as clean and new as ever after many years.

It feels like being on a rooftop could be used as a plaza.

The brackets supporting the roof beams are carved with wood in the shape of a powerful, heavy-duty demon.

The grand hall was completely closed, with all the doors and windows tightly shut, and a faint smell of medicine wafting from the cracks in the doors.

Chu Tianshu sensed that the hall was of exceptionally high quality, and its function as an altar was probably superb.

That's why Headmaster Fang Tai chose to stay in a place like the main hall to recuperate from his injuries.

"cough!"

A soft cough echoed in the hall, and the doors opened by themselves.

"Please come in... cough, cough cough cough!"

It was a normal thing for someone in the hall to open the door with a light cough, but that fake cough triggered a real cough instead.

This time, he coughed so violently that it was earth-shattering and he couldn't stop.

Chu Tianshu looked up and saw a huge mural carved with jade and gold wire in the main hall.

The painting depicts a bountiful harvest, thriving livestock, and joyous people, with a long ruler floating in the air.

Judging from the meaning of this painting, it seems that the entire abundance of the harvest was created by that ruler.

In front of the mural was an incense table, on which was placed an iron ruler.

But this ruler is over three feet long and has a handle, so it looks like a sword.

In front of the incense table was a large chair.

Fang Tai looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with thin eyebrows, a gaunt and sickly face, and a slightly hunched back. He looked more like he was huddled in a chair than sitting in one.

Even though he wore several extra layers of robes and a thick cloak, he still appeared weak and frail from the cold.

This person is a master at a forbidden level.

As soon as Chu Tianshu entered, his gaze swept across the man's face briefly before settling on his left hand.

His left hand was wrapped in bandages that extended into his sleeve, making it impossible to tell how long the injury was.

Just by looking at the bandages, Chu Tianshu could feel the powerful, overwhelming force of the blade emanating from the wound.

But within this intent of the blade lies a deep-seated evil, vaguely causing one to see illusions.

Three thousand desolate graves, blood flowing like rivers.

Amidst the desolate graves stood a man with a knife in his hand, his back to outsiders, yet he gave the impression of... a ghostly laugh.

(End of this chapter)