Reborn Ouyang Ke: From The Condor Heroes to the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 60 Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment, Legs Restored!

The jujube tree in the courtyard remains the same, its branches and leaves swaying, casting a golden scattering on the ground in the afternoon sun.

Inside the hall, Ouyang Feng took out a small, sealed box from his pocket, his movements extremely light and slow, as if he were holding not a medicinal ointment, but the most precious treasure in the world. He slowly opened the lid, revealing a box full of black ointment, glossy in color, but with a fragrant and cool aroma, completely different from the pungent smell of ordinary ointments.

Holding the firebird in his hands, Ouyang Ke looked at the black ointment before him and his heart stirred. He murmured, "This is the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment?"

Ouyang Feng nodded upon hearing this and said in a deep voice, "That old bald monk was extremely unruly, so after breaking his hands and feet, I personally experimented on him. This medicine can indeed restore tendons and bones, and regenerate broken bones; it is truly miraculous."

He spoke of it casually, as if breaking someone's limbs was nothing out of the ordinary.

Upon hearing his uncle's account of the Fire-Worker Monk's tragic fate, Ouyang Ke remained unmoved, as if he hadn't heard a word.

In his view, Huo Gong Toutuo was not exactly a kind person. Stealing martial arts skills was nothing special, but after betraying his master, he founded the Vajra Sect, which committed all sorts of evil deeds. Naturally, no one felt anything about his fate.

If it were an innocent person, he would naturally speak up to dissuade his uncle beforehand, but the Fire-Worker Monk was not worth it.

Ouyang Feng's gaze fell on Ouyang Ke's legs. After a moment of silence, his voice lowered: "Ke'er, your broken bones have now healed. To fully recover, the healed areas must be broken again. You must endure it—"

At this point, the Western Poison Master, who was seen by outsiders as cold-blooded, ruthless, and decisive in killing, showed a hint of tenderness in his eyes for the first time.

He hesitated. He was ruthless towards his enemies, but he couldn't bring himself to be cruel to his own nephew.

Seeing Ouyang Feng's hesitation, Ouyang Ke gently patted the firebird. The firebird tilted its head and looked at Ouyang Ke; its small, coral-like eyes were full of doubt, as if asking why he was driving it away. But seeing the determined look in Ouyang Ke's eyes, it let out a soft cry, spread its wings and flew to the roof beam, where it perched and tilted its head to look down.

Ouyang Ke took a deep breath, leaned his crutches against the chair, and sat down cross-legged.

He smiled slightly, a smile that held a hint of nonchalance, as if what he was about to do was nothing more than a simple matter.

The next moment, he exerted force with his ten fingers, and with a series of cracking sounds, he actually broke the broken bones in his legs again right in front of Ouyang Feng!

The sound was crisp and piercing, echoing in the silent hall, making one's teeth ache.

Ouyang Feng's expression changed slightly, clearly not expecting his son to have such courage.

Ouyang Ke's face was as pale as paper, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his temples were soaked with sweat, but he still forced a smile and said, "I'll trouble you to apply the medicine for me, Uncle."

Ouyang Feng gave him a deep look and said in a low voice, "Ke'er, bear with it."

As he spoke, he moved with lightning speed, piecing together Ouyang Ke's broken bones, large and small, into their precise positions, applying the Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment, wrapping them with bandages, clamping them with a wooden board, and swiftly applying acupressure points to relieve the pain. The entire process was clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation, clearly indicating that he had already tested it countless times on the Fire-Worker Monk.

Ouyang Ke's face was deathly pale. Although his acupoints had been pressed and the excruciating pain at the broken bone had been suppressed by most of it, he was still in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat, and his clothes were soaked through.

The firebird perched on the roof beam seemed to sense his pain and could no longer restrain itself. It spread its wings and flew down, landing gently on his shoulder. It lightly pecked Ouyang Ke's cheek with its beak and made a very soft "coo," as if asking a question or comforting him.

Seeing this, Ouyang Feng frowned slightly and instinctively wanted to reach out and shoo it away. Although the bird was intelligent, it was still a bird, and he didn't want it to disturb Ke'er's healing—

But when the words were about to come out, he surprisingly held them back.

"Little guy, I'm fine." Ouyang Ke forced a smile and gently stroked the firebird's feathers. "Don't worry."

The firebird let out a soft coo, then pressed its little head close to Ouyang Ke's cheek, remaining motionless as if conveying warmth with its tiny body.

Seeing this, Ouyang Feng couldn't help but shake his head, his tone softening slightly: "This little fellow is truly intelligent. In all my years of life, this is the first time I've ever seen such a sentient bird."

Ouyang Ke smiled, even though his temples were already soaked with cold sweat, he still reached out and gently stroked the firebird, saying, "To be honest, Uncle, this little guy has been with me all the way and has never left my side."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng's gaze lingered on the firebird for a moment, then he nodded and said nothing more.

He turned around, his gaze falling on Ouyang Ke's legs, which were wrapped in bandages, his eyes full of concern: "Ke'er, how are you feeling right now?"

Ouyang Ke closed his eyes and felt for a moment, then said, "Uncle, I only feel a cool sensation at the site of my broken leg, as if the pain has lessened."

"It seems this Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment is indeed miraculous."

At the same time, the innate purple energy within his body had already begun to circulate instinctively, slowly flowing along the meridians at the site of his broken leg to regulate the flow of qi and blood.

Wherever the purplish-gold wisps of energy passed, the cooling sensation intensified, and the intense pain quickly subsided. Within moments, his pale complexion returned to normal, as if the excruciating pain had never occurred.

As a martial arts master, how sharp was Ouyang Feng's insight?

He could naturally see the astonishing changes that had taken place in his nephew—that internal energy technique could operate and clear the meridians on its own in such a short time, its miraculous nature far surpassing the White Camel Mountain mental cultivation method he had taught him.

He was secretly amazed, and at the same time felt gratified for Ouyang Ke.

It should be noted that the internal energy he passed on to Ke'er, while indeed a true transmission from the White Camel Mountain lineage, was by no means as miraculously effective.

He had previously refused to teach Ouyang Ke the "Toad Kung Fu" because Ke'er had been addicted to women in his youth and his mind was not firm, fearing that he would go astray. Now, unexpectedly, after Ke'er broke his leg, he seemed to have been reborn. Not only did he no longer indulge in wine and women, but his personality also changed drastically, and he was no longer as impetuous as before.

Ouyang Feng naturally had countless questions in his mind.

But seeing that Ouyang Ke's pale face had finally regained its color, he forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and nodded, saying, "Ke'er, you should focus on recovering first."

Having said that, he left the hall without waiting for Ouyang Ke to speak.

The courtyard had been abandoned for too long. Ouyang Feng could do some servant work, but his food, clothing, and lodging still required special care. He activated his movement technique and headed straight for the largest restaurant in the county town, disappearing around the street corner in a short while.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Ouyang Ke's broken leg is now mobile, so it seems that not only will he be able to move his limbs freely in the future, but his martial arts skills will also not be greatly diminished.

This scene naturally delighted Ouyang Feng, who then purchased even more nourishing items for Ouyang Ke, hoping he could recover soon.

On this day, the sun shone brightly, casting dappled shadows under the jujube trees in the courtyard.

Ouyang Ke sat cross-legged, the innate purple energy within his dantian flowing like a stream into the sea, slowly circulating along his meridians. The cooling sensation at the site of his broken leg intensified, and there were faint signs of sensation returning. The Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment, combined with the innate purple energy, was far more effective than using either alone, and the healing speed of the broken bone was even faster than he had anticipated.

The firebird perched on his shoulder, looking drowsy. For the past two weeks, it had abandoned its usual playful nature and stayed by Ouyang Ke's side all day, unwilling to leave for even a moment, as if afraid that something might happen to him again.

Ouyang Feng saw this and was deeply moved by the bird's deep affection. Occasionally, he would bring back some exquisite food from the restaurant, as if he were preparing special meals for the firebird.

As wisps of primordial purple energy entered through the crown of his head, passed through the twelve-tiered meridian, descended along the Ren meridian, ascended along the Du meridian, then flowed through the left and right Yin-Yang meridians, finally returning to the Dantian. With each complete cycle, Ouyang Ke's spirit increased.

Since returning from the Tang Dynasty, his current skill level has recovered to the level before he lost his power. In fact, due to the qualitative change of his innate purple qi, the power of his true qi of the same level is far greater than before.

The reason why the injuries to my legs were able to heal so quickly is inseparable from the miraculous nature of the innate purple energy.

The predecessor of the Innate Purple Qi was the Nine Yang True Qi, which was extremely good at healing. Later, it absorbed the essence of the Longevity Technique and transformed into Innate Purple Qi, which is naturally even better.

Thinking back to the battles between the Twin Dragons and various masters in the original novel, no matter how severe the internal injuries of the Evil King or the Yin Queen were, they could be healed in a very short time as long as their true energy merged. And the innate purple energy that Ouyang Ke has now cultivated naturally possesses the extraordinary characteristics of the Twin Dragons' true energy.

About half an hour later, Ouyang Ke suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of purple light in them that was extremely surprising and magical.

The purple light was not a leakage of true energy, but a natural phenomenon that emerged when the innate purple energy was at its peak.

"Ke'er, your skill is truly remarkable."

A clanging metallic sound came from behind; it was Ouyang Feng. He had appeared in the courtyard at some point, hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Ouyang Ke, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Uncle." Ouyang Ke showed no surprise, smiled slightly, and rose to greet him. Although he had been meditating with his eyes closed, he had sensed Ouyang Feng's approach the moment he did. He remained unconcerned, for the person beside him was the one he trusted most in the world.

Looking at Ouyang Ke before him, Ouyang Feng said with a sigh, "Your current cultivation level is probably already on par with mine. Hehe, while the martial arts of Prince Duan, the old beggar, and Huang Yaoshi are indeed remarkable, their skills have no successors. In the future, apart from that foolish boy, there will probably be no one else in this martial world who can rival you." His tone rarely revealed pride, as if Ouyang Ke's achievements were more worthy of pride than his own.

Ouyang Ke could hear the relief in his uncle's tone. After a moment of silence, he said, "Uncle, there are some things I need to tell you right now."

"Ke'er, just say it." Ouyang Feng nodded.

"When my uncle left Jiangnan, my nephew encountered a strange book at Shaolin Temple called the Nine Yang Divine Skill." This book was written by a master who was also a monk, a Taoist, and a Confucian scholar. Ouyang Ke then told Ouyang Feng about the origin of the Nine Yang Divine Skill in detail.

"He defeated Wang Chongyang in a drinking contest? And created the Nine Yang Manual, which is comparable to the Nine Yin Manual?" Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng's expression turned solemn.

The only person he ever truly feared in his life was Wang Chongyang.

The only thing he couldn't forget was the Nine Yin Manual, which the Five Greats had fought over in the past. For this manual, he didn't hesitate to break into Chongyang Palace at night after Chongyang Zhenren's death, and he didn't hesitate to fight Hong Qigong to the death at sea.

Now his own nephew tells him that someone has defeated Wang Chongyang in a drinking contest and created another martial arts manual with just a quick glance—all of this naturally makes him feel like he's in a dream.

It should be known that when martial arts are practiced to a high level, no matter how fine the wine, as long as one circulates internal energy to force it out, the effects of alcohol can be dispelled from the body.

The fact that the Drunken Monk could defeat Wang Chongyang in a drinking contest naturally means that his cultivation level is even higher than Wang Chongyang's. Is there really such a person in this world?

"This *Nine Yang Manual* is extremely yang and powerful, but when practiced to a high level, it can encompass both yin and yang. I had a fortuitous encounter in an unnamed valley outside Xiangyang City, where I met a strange snake called the *Bodhisattva*. Consuming its gall bladder strengthens the muscles and bones, increases one's strength, and enhances one's internal energy, allowing me to reach a minor level of mastery in the *Nine Yang Manual*. Later, I encountered Guo Jing and Huang Rong. Guo Jing was critically injured and on the verge of death. After I helped him, Guo Jing and Huang Rong passed on the martial arts from the *Nine Yin Manual* to me—"

"That silly boy is actually willing to pass on the martial arts from the Nine Yin Manual?" Ouyang Feng was somewhat incredulous.

He had gone to great lengths to obtain this scripture, but he never imagined that someone would hand over the secret manual they had obtained so easily.

Ouyang Ke said calmly, "Uncle, martial arts manuals naturally attract a lot of competition, but in the eyes of some people, these things are far less important than the people around them."

Ouyang Feng was taken aback upon hearing this. His gaze fell on Ouyang Ke's face. Looking at the young man in front of him, whose features were gradually resembling those of the man from the past, a myriad of emotions welled up in his heart.

Yes. If Ke'er's mother could come back to life, he would rather give up the title of "Number One in the World" and just have her by his side.

He was a cold and ruthless person, but there were two exceptions.

Unfortunately, he has passed away.

"I am grateful to Brother Guo for teaching me the martial arts from the Nine Yin Manual, which enabled me to fight Qiu Qianren at the Junshan Conference and barely hold my own."

"You fought Qiu Qianren?"

Ouyang Feng's gaze turned cold. That Qiu Qianren, known as the Iron Palm Water-Walking Master, whose fame had resounded throughout the southwest for decades, actually dared to bully the younger Ke'er?

"Very well. Back when this old man Qiu was at the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, I was too busy with worldly affairs to experience his Iron Palm skill. I never expected him to bully the weak with his superior strength, hehe—" Ouyang Feng's tone was icy, and a flash of killing intent crossed his eyes.

Seeing this, Ouyang Ke said in a deep voice, "Uncle, please let me deal with Qiu Qianren myself."

"You're going to deal with Qiu Qianren yourself?" Ouyang Feng was somewhat surprised, but after glancing at Ouyang Ke for a moment, he suddenly smiled.

"Indeed! With Ke'er's current skill level, he naturally needs a master to whet his skills."

He nodded, his tone full of confidence in Ouyang Ke.

"Thank you for your kindness, Uncle." Ouyang Ke cupped his hands in thanks.

Ouyang Feng seemed to have thought of something, and frowned as he asked, "Ke'er, how many of those Bodhi-curved snakes are still alive?"

Ouyang Ke pondered for a moment and said, "My son and the firebird have devoured quite a few, but there are still quite a few Bodhi snakes in the valley."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "That's wonderful!" With his skill, if there were still quite a few Bodhi snakes, he could naturally recruit snake servants from White Camel Mountain to raise and expand the population. At that time, White Camel Mountain would have an additional source of elixirs and miraculous medicines.

Ouyang Ke then said, "Uncle, there is one more thing I need to tell you."

Before Ouyang Feng could speak, he continued, "I have already memorized the text of the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the martial arts techniques from the Nine Yin Manual—"

Ouyang Feng shook his head, interrupting, "This is your extraordinary encounter, Ke'er, how could your uncle—"

He was a man who would stop at nothing to obtain the Nine Yin Manual. When he heard that Wang Chongyang had passed away, he disregarded his status and launched a night raid on Chongyang Palace to steal the manual.

If it were anyone else, he would have certainly used all sorts of tricks and coercion to seize it. But his nephew was an exception.

Ouyang Ke shook his head and said, "Uncle, you are mistaken. Besides, Chief Hong has already obtained the profound secrets of the Nine Yin Manual, and his power is about to be fully restored. If you do not know the essence of the Nine Yang and Nine Yin Manuals, you will probably be a step behind Chief Hong."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng's brow twitched slightly, and he exclaimed, "The old beggar has obtained the secrets of the Nine Yin Manual?"

Ouyang Ke said calmly, "As far as I know, the general outline of the Nine Yin Manual is the essence of Huang Chang's martial arts. However, to prevent it from falling into the hands of bad people, he deliberately wrote the general outline in Sanskrit. And Prince Duan's junior brother is an Indian—"

Having said all that, there was no need for Ouyang Ke to say anything more.

Ouyang Feng's expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice, "If that's really the case, then I'm afraid Prince Duan and the old beggar have already grasped the secrets of the Nine Yin Manual. With Huang Yatou's cleverness and resourcefulness, she certainly won't let Huang Yaoshi fall behind—"

Ouyang Ke did not deny it upon hearing this, and smiled slightly, saying, "Uncle is absolutely right."

Although martial arts exchanges were relatively frequent in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, it was still far from the level of the martial arts world in the Tang Dynasty.

To bridge the gap between the two, the first step is to abandon the tradition of each school hoarding its own skills. Although the martial arts of my uncle and others are inferior to those of the Tianlong era, the gap is not significant.

The reason for this is the ancient Mount Hua Sword Tournament, which allowed the five masters to sit down and discuss their knowledge, rather than working in isolation.

However, this progress was too slow, so Ouyang Ke wanted to urge them to move faster.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng felt a surge of anxiety, realizing he was being left behind by the others. He said in a low voice, "It seems that I am the one who has fallen behind."

Seeing that Ouyang Feng no longer insisted, Ouyang Ke then presented the transcribed text of the Nine Yang Manual with both hands.

Ouyang Feng took the scripture and his gaze fell upon the words, immediately becoming engrossed in it. As a grandmaster of martial arts, he had already discerned its power after only a few glances.

About an hour later, Ouyang Feng let out a long breath, looked up at Ouyang Ke, and his eyes gleamed: "This Nine Yang Divine Skill is profound and extensive, in no way inferior to the Nine Yin Manual. What's even more rare is that its yang energy is from the same lineage as the Toad Skill I've learned. If I can comprehend and integrate it into my body, even if Wang Chongyang were to be resurrected, he would be no match for me!"

Ouyang Ke cupped his hands and smiled, "Then I congratulate you in advance, Uncle, on winning the title of 'Number One Under Heaven'."

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