Eternal Life Starts from Tai Chi-Chapter 52: Ancient Bronze

"Panel!"

After his Cultivation improved, Yang Chan checked the changes to his panel.

[Name: Yang Chan]

[Lifespan: 16/106]

[Talent: 12]

[Potential Points: 0.1]

[Mastered Professions: Pharmacist (Tier Two Entry 14%)]

[Comprehension Technique: Tai Chi Health Cultivation Skill (Tier Three Mastery 3%), Ox Demon’s Mighty Fist (Tier Two Entry 68%), Turtle Breath Body Cultivation Skill (Tier Two Entry 2%), Demon Suppressing Swordsmanship (Tier Two Entry 2%)]

Ox Demon’s Mighty Fist was now at sixty-eight percent, meaning he had entered the Ancient Bronze Level, the third layer of the External Refining of Flesh and Skin. Continuing to upgrade the Ox Demon’s Mighty Fist would further enhance his flesh and skin, tempering them and making his dermal layers even tougher.

Although his Martial Arts Cultivation had improved, his Lifespan and Talent remained unchanged. Yang Chan wasn’t surprised. Previously, when his Martial Arts Cultivation had reached the Second Layer Yellow Brass of External Refining Copper Skin, his Lifespan hadn’t changed either. It was likely that it would only increase upon reaching the External Refining Steel Realm.

’I’ll keep upgrading Ox Demon’s Mighty Fist for now.’

Yang Chan had spent all his Potential Points these past few days on Ox Demon’s Mighty Fist, and the progress was significant.

He also practiced Demon Suppressing Swordsmanship and Turtle Breath Body Cultivation Skill, but their progress was slow; each had only increased by one percent.

He hadn’t neglected his Tai Chi Health Cultivation Skill either, but it required so much proficiency to level up that the panel showed no progress.

Continuing to improve would take a considerable amount of time. He planned to return to the Cyan Yuan Sect, build some good relationships, and then continue his cultivation discreetly within the sect’s walls.

His reason for focusing on relationships was seeing that the few Basic Level Pharmacists who had left the sect this time all had shallow foundations. To ensure his own stability, he needed to invest some time in networking.

From a long-term perspective, this was a very worthwhile endeavor. Besides, after building good relationships, even if he ran into trouble, there would at least be someone to help him.

After all, the Jianghu wasn’t just about fighting and killing. There were also social dynamics to consider.

To a certain extent, these things were very useful.

After checking the Potential Points gained from the Void Spirit Pill and the improvements from allocating them, Yang Chan didn’t plan to stay up all night. Cultivation was important, but sleep was more important.

He had no desire to go for another three days and three nights.

...

"He’s suffering from burns. First, clean the wounds with fresh water, and then we’ll apply Purple Flower Burn Ointment. Go fetch a dose of it now."

Yang Chan was in the T-shaped Room, treating the injured disciples who had just been brought in. Several of them had burns, but the severity of their injuries varied, as did the treatment methods.

While waiting for the Pharmacist’s Assistant to bring the Purple Flower Burn Ointment, Yang Chan helped clean the burn wounds.

"HISSS... Ah... It hurts... Pharmacist Yang, be gentle..."

The injured disciple gritted his teeth, hissing in pain. Cleaning the burn wounds felt like being jabbed by countless needles. Waves of agony washed over him, and after a moment, he couldn’t stop himself from crying out as the pain continued unabated.

"Bear with it. This part will hurt a bit, but it needs to be cleaned properly to heal faster. Otherwise, it could get infected and cause a fever and other symptoms."

Yang Chan reminded the disciple, who was wailing in agony.

He then methodically helped clean the wound. Once the Pharmacist’s Assistant arrived, he immediately applied the Purple Flower Burn Ointment.

The effects of this Purple Flower Burn Ointment were remarkable. Coupled with the fact that these injured disciples had physiques far superior to ordinary people, they could recover quickly if they could survive the initial critical period.

If one cultivated to the External Refining Copper Skin Realm and underwent the three molting processes, their body could return to normal. This powerful regenerative ability was far superior to that of an ordinary person.

Take Yang Chan, for instance. If caught in a massive fire, he could last much longer than an ordinary person. Even if he were burned, he could circulate his Power to temper the injured skin, forcing it to recover quickly. This was without even factoring in the restorative ability of his Tai Chi Health Cultivation Skill, which would make his recovery even faster.

"After the Purple Flower Burn Ointment is applied, come and check on his condition every hour. If there are no other issues within three hours, then there won’t be any major problems."

Yang Chan spoke to the Pharmacist’s Assistant beside him. His words were also meant to encourage the burned disciple to persevere; all he had to do was get through this period of weakness.

These disciples had ambushed the people from Taiyu Valley last night, killing many. However, some Cyan Yuan Sect Disciples were also burned by the flaming oil traps set by the enemy.

The disciples in Yang Chan’s T-shaped Room were only a fraction of the total. There were other injured disciples in other wards.

The disciples who made it back were all individuals with tenacious Life Force; otherwise, they would have died on the bumpy journey.

A few other disciples had sword wounds. Minor injuries were simple to treat; they just needed to be bandaged and allowed to rest. Those who had lost limbs, however, could only be bandaged and stabilized before being sent back to the Cyan Yuan Sect.

The Cyan Yuan Sect would not abandon those who had shed blood for it. However, most of these crippled disciples would be sent down the mountain to guard the sect’s worldly assets, providing them with a livelihood. This was one reason the Cyan Yuan Sect Disciples fought so valiantly; as long as they survived, their lives were secure. If they managed to obtain more Cultivation Resources in the process, they could even rise through the ranks.

The Cyan Yuan Sect was the hegemon of Qing State, and its industries were vast. It naturally needed these disciples to guard them or to monitor forces that seemed problematic.

However, these crippled disciples would only be assigned to posts down the mountain after their injuries had fully healed within the Cyan Yuan Sect.

If they had connections, they could remain in the Cyan Yuan Sect, but they would essentially have no future prospects, though life would be more stable.

Most would choose to leave the mountain. After all, with the Cyan Yuan Sect as their backer, they could at least live comfortably and be addressed as "Sir" by others.

They could marry several women to continue their family lines, train their descendants, and recommend them to join the Cyan Yuan Sect. Alternatively, they could establish one of the sect’s Affiliated Forces. The Cyan Yuan Sect was pleased with any of these outcomes.

Within Qing State, the most loyal factions were primarily Affiliated Forces established in this way. Beyond the institutional ties to the sect, these groups had a firsthand understanding of the Cyan Yuan Sect’s true power, and so they would never dare to betray it.

Yang Chan spent the entire morning in the T-shaped Room treating the injured disciples. In the afternoon, he didn’t need to compound medicine, so he just went to the T-shaped Room every hour to check on the situation, examining anyone with problems.

In his free time in between, Yang Chan didn’t remain idle. He cultivated Ox Demon’s Mighty Fist and Demon Suppressing Swordsmanship. The more injured disciples there were, the more tense the situation was becoming. At a time like this, the stronger his cultivation, the safer he would be.

When danger loomed, rather than trusting others to protect him, it was far more reliable to improve his own strength.

He could rely on many different methods, but in the face of a life-or-death crisis, he trusted his own strength above all else. Because that was simply human nature.

The basic instinct of human nature is self-preservation.