Empress, please lay down your armor, for I will save the world with a single sword!

The first thing Wu Liang did after returning to the courtyard was to close the door.

He then sat down cross-legged and carefully studied the "Divine Illumination Scripture" that he had just obtained.

A holy grail of healing.

The pulse was reconnected after it was severed.

Restoring lost work to its original state.

Strengthen the foundation and cultivate vitality.

Revitalization.

Wu Liang stared at the description of the cultivation technique that appeared in his mind, his eyes practically glowing like lanterns.

This is great stuff!

This stuff is fucking amazing!

This morning, that old bastard Hei Jiu said that he had never heard of any method to reconnect severed meridians or restore lost skills.

The system then delivered it to him.

Isn't this a coincidence?

No.

This is practically made for Black Nine.

More precisely, it was prepared for Mo Jiuyou.

Wu Liang felt a surge of excitement.

He now knows Hei Jiu's true identity.

Mo Jiuyou.

The Demon Lord of Youdu.

Eighth in the world.

He was a ruthless person who challenged Gu Changzui, the Drunken Sword Immortal, a few days ago.

If Hei Jiu is merely clinging to life with all his martial arts skills gone, then he's just a foul-mouthed, awkward, and ill-tempered old servant.

But what if Mo Jiuyou could regain his martial arts skills?

That would be completely different.

That's the eighth best in the world!

That was the true Demon Lord of the Netherworld Cult!

From now on, if anyone dares to mess with him, just close the door and let Old Hei out!

Thinking of this, Wu Liang almost burst out laughing.

However, he quickly suppressed his excitement.

Stay calm.

Now is not the time to dream.

No matter how powerful the Divine Illumination Scripture is, you still need to understand it first.

Internal energy cultivation is not a medicine.

If the prescription is wrong, at worst you'll end up with a pot of useless medicine.

If you practice your internal energy cultivation incorrectly, it can be fatal.

At best, it causes vomiting blood; at worst, it leads to qi deviation and demonic possession.

Although Wu Liang was a brash talker, he was actually very afraid of losing his life.

He closed his eyes and slowly circulated his internal energy according to the method of the "Divine Illumination Scripture" that appeared in his mind.

At first, things went fairly smoothly.

The Longevity Manual's internal energy inherently contains abundant vitality, which seems to have something in common with the Divine Illumination Scripture's concept of "seeking life in death and continuing life where it is severed."

The secret to longevity is like spring rain.

Gentle, lingering, and ever-renewing.

The Divine Illumination Scripture is more like a highly refined medical method of circulating qi, specifically designed to guide the vital energy to the damaged areas to strengthen the foundation, restore the pulse, and restore health.

Wu Liang originally thought that the two techniques would be a perfect match.

But after circulating his energy for two small cycles, his brows slowly furrowed.

wrong.

Something's not right.

The original Longevity Technique internal energy in his dantian was warm and continuous, like living water or spring rain.

It excels at spreading out.

Nourish and warm the whole body.

Nourishes the meridians.

Dispel the deathly aura.

However, the energy generated by the Divine Illumination Scripture is completely different from this.

It is thin.

Extremely fine.

Like threads invisible to the naked eye.

It does not seek vastness or expansiveness, but rather to concentrate on a single point, focusing on the broken and damaged areas, and stitching, connecting, and reconnecting the necrotic meridians little by little.

One is about to break up.

One needs to be solidified.

One is like water.

One is as thin as a needle.

If the two energies occupy their respective positions in the dantian at the same time, they will actually interfere with each other.

After circulating his energy for a while, Wu Liangcai felt a slight swelling in his dantian and a slight stinging sensation in his meridians.

"hiss……"

He quickly stopped and did not continue to push.

Damn, that almost caused an accident.

Wu Liang opened his eyes and raised his hand to rub his temples.

This problem must be solved.

Don't be stubborn.

Cultivation is not like fighting; it's not just about charging forward with brute force.

He sat there, his mind racing through the medical principles in the "Qing Nang Jing".

In treating illnesses and prescribing medicine, the principles of monarch, minister, assistant, and guide are emphasized.

Even though both are good medicines, putting two of them together doesn't necessarily make a good prescription.

If two main medicinal ingredients are vying for supremacy, their properties will clash, potentially harming the patient.

The same applies to internal energy cultivation.

The secret to longevity is good.

The Divine Illumination Sutra is also good.

But not all of them can be the master.

The dantian is only so big; how can two tigers share one mountain?

Wu Liang pondered for a moment, then his eyes gradually brightened.

He figured it out.

The secret to longevity is his foundation.

The Divine Illumination Scripture should not be another furnace.

It should be a method.

The secret to immortality is for you.

The Divine Illumination Scripture serves as my subject.

Within the dantian, only the true essence of the Longevity Formula remains.

In daily practice, the Longevity Formula is the foundation for cultivating, accumulating energy, and restoring internal strength.

When the time comes to truly heal and restore one's life force, a wisp of acquired vitality is extracted from the true essence of the Longevity Formula and circulated according to the route of the Divine Illumination Scripture, condensing it into fine and resilient Divine Illumination True Qi.

In this way, the internal force remains the same.

They're just used differently.

Just like the same stream of water, which can irrigate fields and land on ordinary days, it can also be used by doctors to wash wounds, decoct medicine, and prolong life.

Wu Liang suddenly felt enlightened.

"I see."

He closed his eyes again.

This time, he did not attempt to cultivate another stream of Divine Illumination True Qi in his dantian.

Instead, he first activated the Longevity Technique.

That warm, vital energy flowed slowly through my dantian.

Then, he separated only a very fine strand and introduced it into the Qi circulation route of the Divine Illumination Scripture.

That wisp of life force traveled more and more subtly through the meridians, becoming more and more concentrated and gentle.

In the end, it really felt like an invisible thread, wrapped around my fingertips.

Wu Liang raised his hand and looked at his fingers.

I can't see anything at all.

Yet he could clearly sense that the wisp of true energy was extremely resilient, with hidden vitality.

If the secret to longevity is like spring rain nourishing all things.

The Divine Illumination Scripture is like using spring rain to condense into needle and thread, stitching the broken parts back together little by little.

That's right.

Wu Liang's lips slowly curled up.

"Old Black, Old Black."

"It seems your old life can really be saved."

Just do it.

Wu Liang got up and went straight to the next room.

Hei Jiu was sitting cross-legged on the couch with his eyes closed, regulating his breathing.

This old man's complexion has improved considerably since his medicinal bath last night.

Of course, it only meant "didn't look like he was about to die." He still looked emaciated and sickly.

He didn't even open his eyes when he heard footsteps.

"What are you doing now?"

Wu Liang smiled and said, "Old Hei, I've got something good for you."

Hei Jiu opened his eyes, his gaze filled with suspicion.

"What good stuff could you possibly have?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Without saying a word, Wu Liang went around to sit behind him and placed his palms on Hei Jiu's back.

"Don't move."

"If you feel unwell, just bear with it."

Hei Jiu sneered, "What kind of pain haven't I endured?"

"Too."

Wu Liang took a deep breath and first activated the Longevity Technique.

The warm and gentle internal energy slowly flowed into Hei Jiu's body.

This time, he didn't rush to touch the lightning and sword energy, nor did he first dissolve the death energy.

He first used the Longevity Technique to protect Hei Jiu's heart meridian.

Hei Jiu's condition remained as bad as ever.

The sword's aura lingered, its sharpness capable of severing veins.

The power of thunder and fire is domineering and can scorch bones.

An aura of annihilation, sinister and corrosive.

The three forces intertwined, turning Hei Jiu's body into a dilapidated temple on the verge of collapse.

It looks like it's barely standing from the outside.

In reality, the walls were cracked and the beams were broken, with drafts coming from all directions.

Wu Liang dared not be careless.

First, use the life force from the Longevity Technique to barely protect Hei Jiu's heart meridian and the area around his dantian.

Then, a tiny wisp of life force was separated from the inner power of the Longevity Mantra, and this wisp of life force slowly flowed along the method of the Divine Illumination Scripture.

It flows thinner and thinner.

The more it solidifies, the softer it becomes.

Finally, like an invisible thread, it gently wrapped around a broken and scorched meridian in Hei Jiu's body.

At first, Hei Jiu didn't react much.

He thought Wu Liang was simply continuing to use that internal energy cultivation technique, which contained the power of acquired life force, to nourish his meridians.

But after a few breaths, his expression suddenly changed.

That energy was different.

Originally, Wu Liang's internal energy was like a spring breeze and a drizzle, which could alleviate the death energy and nourish the wounds.

But this time, that glimmer of life was condensed into an extremely fine and resilient thread.

It did not spread out.

There was no brutal attack.

Instead, it wraps around the two ends of the broken meridian, connecting them little by little, stitching them together bit by bit.

Like a silkworm spinning silk.

It's like a skilled craftsman mending clothes.

Under the influence of that true energy, that almost dead meridian showed a faint sign of reconnection.

very weak.

So weak as to be almost negligible.

But for someone of Mo Jiuyou's level, how acute is his control and perception of his own body?

He noticed it almost immediately.

Hei Jiu suddenly opened his eyes.

"What did you do?"

Wu Liang was startled by his sudden voice and said irritably, "Treatment?"

"Otherwise, would I embroider for you?"

Hei Jiu ignored his banter.

He stared intently ahead, his voice becoming somewhat deep.

"One of my meridians seems to be reconnecting."

Wu Liang finished his practice, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and smiled, "Feeling good, right?"

Hei Jiu slowly turned his head, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Wu Liang had truly changed for the first time.

Previously, he thought Wu Liang's medical skills were remarkable and his internal energy was strange, which might be able to keep him alive.

But things are different now.

The meridians have been restored!

For him, these four words were almost equivalent to defying fate.

He had already resigned himself to the fact that even if he didn't die, he would most likely become a cripple.

After all, the meridians were broken, and the internal energy dissipated.

Even if you manage to keep someone alive, what good will it do?

Is a Mo Jiuyou without martial arts skills still Mo Jiuyou?

But at that moment, he saw a path.

A path to getting back on your feet.

Hei Jiu remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "This method... is not simply about nurturing."

"That wisp of true energy you just now was clearly still your original vital internal energy."

"However, the methods of channeling energy are completely different."

"It's like turning scattered spring breezes into needle and thread."

"They painstakingly stitched the broken pieces back together."

As he said this, his eyes deepened.

"This is no ordinary medical skill."

"It almost defies the very creation of heaven and earth."

Wu Liang was secretly pleased by what he said, but on the surface he remained calm.

"It's alright."

"I'm a rather low-key person."

Hei Jiu stared at him coldly.

Low key?

What does Wu Liang have to do with the word "low-key"?

Wu Liang felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and quickly coughed.

Don't look at me like that.

"I know I'm handsome, but I still feel a little uncomfortable with an old man like you staring at me like this."

Hei Jiu: "..."

The complex emotions that had just arisen in him were abruptly shattered by those words.

Wu Liang sat down opposite him, but his expression suddenly became serious.

"Old Black, let's get this straight first."

"Saving your life is one thing."

"Helping you restore your broken meridians and recover from broken skills is a different matter altogether."

Hei Jiu's eyelids twitched slightly.

Wu Liang stretched out his fingers and counted them one by one.

"This matter is costly in terms of medicine, effort, internal energy, and my kind yet fragile heart."

"You can't really expect me to work for nothing, can you?"

Hei Jiu coldly replied, "I have already signed a three-year service contract."

Wu Liang scoffed.

"You yourself said that even if you don't die now, you'll be a cripple."

"How much is a useless servant worth?"

"If I just wanted an old man to serve tea and water, I could buy a whole bunch at the brokerage for three taels of silver, and they'd all be more obedient than you."

Hei Jiu's face immediately darkened.

Those words are so hurtful.

But it was the truth, after all.

Wu Liang leaned forward, looking at him with a smile.

"So, Old Black, give me some real benefits."

Stop making empty promises.

"I, the master, do not accept empty promises."

Hei Jiu fell silent.

The room was quiet for a while.

After a long while, he suddenly spoke slowly.

"Kid."

"I can grant you immense wealth and honor."

Wu Liang's eyes lit up.

Hei Jiu stared at him, his voice low.

"I'm just afraid you won't have the guts to take it."

Wu Liang was delighted.

"Old Black, you're bragging again?"

"Yesterday he was begging for money for medicine outside the Jishe Hall, and today he's showering me with wealth?"

"With your wealth, do you still need to buy things on credit?"

Hei Jiu snorted coldly.

"If you accept this fortune, countless people in the world will want to kill you!"

"A single misstep could lead to utter ruin!"

Wu Liang laughed nonchalantly.

"Risks and opportunities coexist."

"That's normal."

Hei Jiu asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

Wu Liang slammed his fist on the table.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

"There's nothing in this world that I, Wu Liang, wouldn't dare to do!"

He spoke with great pride and confidence.

Of course, I silently added another sentence in my mind.

The premise is that the benefits are significant enough.

Hei Jiu stared at him for a long time.

This kid is shameless, foul-mouthed, greedy, and clever. Moreover, despite his young age, he possesses extraordinary inner strength.

If he wasn't mistaken, this kid was already a second-grade minor grandmaster.

At this age, to possess such cultivation, medical skills, and shrewdness...

Hei Jiu said slowly, "At such a young age, you possess such formidable internal strength."

"If I'm not mistaken, you've already reached the level of a second-grade minor grandmaster."

Wu Liang raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "So I'm already a second-grade minor grandmaster? ? ? Is that amazing?"

Hei Jiu continued, "With your talent, you are indeed worthy of it."

Wu Liang asked in confusion, "Worthy of what?"

Hei Jiu remained silent for a moment, then slowly uttered four words.

"My legacy!"

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