Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 843 - Treatment

Liu Wuxie knew the ordeal hadn't ended with the crimson cloud's departure. It was highly possible it would return to seek vengeance on the Lu Clan once he left. Yet, he had his own pressing matters. He couldn't stay—he still needed to reach the Martial Astral Vein.

"The baleful energy must be lurking somewhere in the mountains. We have to uproot it completely to eradicate it," Liu Wuxie said after a brief moment of thought.

Waiting for the crimson cloud to return was not an option. It was better to strike first and hunt down the source of the baleful energy.

"But where are we supposed to find it in the vast mountain range?" someone asked. The crimson cloud was a manifestation of baleful energy, feeding on human blood essence. Given its injuries, it was unlikely to reappear anytime soon.

Locating it in the vast mountain range was challenging, like searching for a needle in a haystack.

"Well, it's easy to locate the baleful energy. I need some materials, and I can draw it out at night," Liu Wuxie said.

He planned to get rid of it once and for all. Most importantly, he could absorb baleful energy to enhance his cultivation to expand the netherworld and aim to reach the ninth-level Nascent Transformation Realm. This way, he would have a better chance of surviving at the Martial Astral Vein.

"What do we need to prepare? If you can eliminate it, I will sacrifice the entire clan's fortune!" Lu Funian said in an emotional tone. The Lu Clan had lost more than a dozen disciples over the years to the Earthly Fiend.

Perhaps he had gotten too worked up—the moment he finished speaking, a violent cough overtook him, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground red.

"Father!"

"Patriarch!"

Lu Qiang and Lu Hua stepped forward to catch their father.

The Lu Clan's deacons looked on with worry. They all knew that chronic ailments had plagued Lu Funian for years, and he had never fully recovered. He had given Liu Wuxie the Grand Purity Pill, which was meant to heal his own injuries, causing his old wounds to worsen.

"I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me," Lu Funian said, clutching his chest with a pale expression. His breathing grew labored, and he realized his injuries were far worse than he had expected. A heavy silence filled the hall.

"Patriarch Lu's heart pulse is wounded, likely from an old battle," Liu Wuxie said, remaining seated. He had already noticed Lu Funian's injuries, and his words immediately drew everyone's attention.

"Young Master Liu, can you heal my father?" Lu Hua stepped forward, her eyes filled with hope. She knew Liu Wuxie wasn't ordinary—he had repelled the crimson cloud and executed powerful dao techniques. There was a high chance he belonged to a superpower.

Someone at his level would definitely possess far greater knowledge than their clan, and if anyone knew how to treat her father, it would be him.

"Your father suffered an impact to his heart pulse, leaving a small wound. While it's not difficult to heal, it does present certain challenges," Liu Wuxie said with a frown. After all, treating such injuries was relatively manageable for him.

Even though healing such an injury wasn't particularly difficult for Liu Wuxie, for ordinary doctors, it was an impossible task. The heart pulse was one of the most vulnerable parts of the body—any reckless attempt to treat it could worsen the condition or even lead to death.

"Young Master Liu, you can treat my father? If you can treat my father, I will kowtow to you!" Lu Qiang ran over to Liu Wuxie and nearly went down on his knees. He was plagued with anguish at the sight of his father's suffering, and he was willing to pay any price to have his father treated, even at the cost of his life.

"Prepare a quiet place for us, and no one must enter," Liu Wuxie instructed, his tone devoid of emotion. His composed demeanor, unusual for someone his age, exuded a mysterious aura that commanded respect.

"We'll make arrangements right away!" A Lu Clan's deacon ran out. The crimson cloud only appeared on a full moon, which meant they would be safe for at least another fifteen days.

In less than fifteen minutes, a quiet courtyard was cleaned and arranged, with Lu Qiang standing guard at the door to prevent anyone from entering.

Inside the room, Liu Wuxie sat across from Lu Funian.

"I never thought a small act of kindness would bring so many benefits to the Lu Clan. Not only did you drive away the crimson cloud, but you can also treat my injury. This is really a blessing to the Lu Clan," Lu Funian said, his voice tinged with emotion. Although the treatment hadn't started, he already believed that Liu Wuxie wouldn't make baseless claims.

"Perhaps this is karma, often mentioned in Buddhism," Liu Wuxie replied. He retrieved a large number of spiritual herbs from his interspatial ring. Over his time in the Central Plains, he had killed countless foes, collecting many spiritual herbs from those he defeated.

The herbs he selected were specifically for treating injuries to the heart pulse. Then, he took out a cauldron, preparing to refine a pill on the spot. Though he couldn't refine a spiritual pill with his current ability, who said a pill meant to heal the heart pulse's injury had to be a spiritual pill?

When demonic flame gushed into the cauldron, Lu Funian could feel his heart pounding from an instinctive fear of the flame. But he was soon shocked by Liu Wuxie's alchemy techniques. Most cultivators were equipped with the knowledge to refine ordinary pills, but Liu Wuxie's techniques were on an entirely different level.

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Liu Wuxie finished the refining session in less than fifteen minutes. When the cauldron was opened, a fragrant aroma filled the air. The pills inside shimmered with spirituality. They weren't spiritual pills but were incredibly close.

"What incredible pills!" Lu Funian praised. He was amazed by Liu Wuxie's alchemy techniques.

Liu Wuxie took out a pill and handed it over to Lu Funian. He said, "Consume it, but the process might be painful as I will channel my true essence to help you heal."

Lu Funian swallowed the pill without hesitation. However, he immediately felt as though needles were stabbing his meridians.

Without hesitation, Liu Wuxie began channeling his true essence to guide the pill's energy into Lu Funian's heart pulse. The process required utmost precision, as a single mistake could lead to disaster. But it wasn't tricky for Liu Wuxie to accomplish this by relying on Ghost Eye.

Through Ghost Eye, Liu Wuxie looked through Lu Funian's body with unparalleled clarity, unlike the divine sense, which had only a rough view.

The pill's energy halted after reaching the heart pulse. Liu Wuxie spent about fifteen minutes cautiously maneuvering in the heart pulse before finally directing the energy into the depth of Lu Funian's heart pulse. After all, the slightest mistake could lead to the latter's death.

This was also why no one dared attempt such a risky treatment: the heart pulse was complicated, and the slightest mistake could result in disaster.

As the pill's energy entered Lu Funian's heart pulse, it began stitching the injury together with silver threads. Though the process was painful, he could feel the wound finally beginning to heal. His admiration for Liu Wuxie deepened—how could someone so young possess such extraordinary medical skills?

Beads of sweat began rolling down Liu Wuxie's forehead. He had to maintain his true essence as a fine thread, carefully propping open the heart pulse while guiding the pill's energy to mend the injury.

Controlling the true essence was simple, but shaping it into a thread required high precision. At the very least, Lu Funian could not accomplish it.

As time dragged on, Liu Wuxie's clothes were soon drenched in sweat.

Lu Funian also closed his eyes, channeling his true essence to work with Liu Wuxie to speed up the process. He knew there was a risk that Liu Wuxie could run out of true essence, potentially causing harm to his body.

Before they realized it, more than half a day had passed. The injury in the heart pulse was mainly healed, and most of the pill's energy was depleted.

Liu Wuxie took out the second pill for Lu Funian to consume. When his true essence was nearly drained, more true essence began to emerge from the depths of the desolate world. His goal was to compress the newly generated true essence to see the limit of the desolate world. The freshly generated true essence's purity was higher than liquid spiritual energy.

At dusk, Liu Wuxie looked like he had been fished out of a river, drenched in sweat. But he had also restored Lu Funian's heart pulse entirely.

After Lu Funian recovered, he let out a roar, and his aura began to rise, soon reaching the Spirit Profound Realm. His sudden outburst of aura alarmed everyone in the Lu Clan, who had no idea what was happening.

"Congratulations, Patriarch Lu, on your breakthrough!" Liu Wuxie stood up and clasped his hands together to congratulate Lu Funian.

"This is all thanks to you. Words cannot express my gratitude, and the Lu Clan will remember your kindness," Lu Funian said. His breakthrough to the Spirit Profound Realm meant the Lu Clan's status in the city would rise, and they could access more resources.

Liu Wuxie said nothing, as he had repaid his debt to the Lu Clan, and they owed each other nothing.

A large crowd gathered outside, eager to learn what was happening in the room.

When Lu Funian stepped out of his courtyard, a terrifying aura at the Spirit Profound Realm swept out, forcing the deacons and disciples to lower their heads.

"Patriarch, you've reached the Spirit Profound Realm!" The deacons were excited as they cheered, embracing each other with tears brimming in their eyes.

"Young Master Liu, please accept my bow!" Lu Qiang suddenly dropped to his knees and gave him several kowtows.

Liu Wuxie moved to stop him, but Lu Funian raised a hand, signaling him to let it be. After all, Liu Wuxie had saved Lu Funian's life and, in doing so, had protected the entire Lu Clan—twice in a single day.

"Quick, take Young Master Liu to rest!" Lu Funian ordered. To help him recover, Liu Wuxie had expended an enormous amount of true essence.

He was led back to the same courtyard where he had previously stayed to heal his injuries. But before resting, he compiled a list of materials for the Lu Clan to prepare. He planned to venture into the mountain range on the full moon to seek the Earthly Fiend's location.

Once everything was arranged, Liu Wuxie lay on the couch and rested. None of the spirit stones he had left behind were touched, and he could only keep them in his interspatial ring with a bitter smile.

In the following days, Liu Wuxie spent his time in seclusion to cultivate as he awaited the full moon.