One at a ti, Hui healed the cultivators of the Clouded Pavilion. For the most part, removing the death qi infections from their bodies was enough for Hui to heal their wounds. A few had lost limbs or had more serious afflictions, but none were as injured as Fan Hulian.
Healer nodded to himself as he focused on healing yet another cultivator. I suppose they couldnt be. She was only alive because Liu Guang kept her in stasis. It would be difficult to co across soone as badly injured as Fan Hulian, except in the middle of a battle.
For most of them if I was a pure life qi cultivator, and couldnt remove the death qi the death qi is so ingrained in their bodies that its self-perpetuating. Life qi can combat death qi, but Id have to use so much of it to cure a single one of these cultivators that Im not even sure I would have that much life qi, if I wasnt a lotus beast. Youd have to totally override the death qi and kill the self-perpetuating cycle. The death qi would be able to regenerate, while Id just be throwing life qi away.
I can see how the ordinary healers would give up, and declare these cultivators un-healable. After all, they have many other cultivators to heal, and a limited amount of life qi. Healing one of these cultivators by using only life qi would an they would have to give up on healing another dozen perhaps even a hundred cultivators with ordinary wounds. Its a cold calculus to give up on them, but its one I understand. And thats only considering the strongest life qi cultivators with the most life qi. Small-ti healers would simply fail to heal these cultivators and it seems like thats all who was coming here to try.
anwhile, by directly ripping out the death qi, I can imdiately halt that negative cycle of death qi and then heal whatever injury they have. Thus, by manipulating death qi, I overco the difficulty all those life qi cultivators failed to overco. And to think, they consider death qi demonic!
To be fair you usually have to be dead to cultivate death qi. Its only because er, because I have a unique constitution, that I can cultivate it while alive. Yes. Thats the reason. Nothing else.
Next, Healer called, sitting up.
No one stepped forward. He looked around.
Healed cultivators stood all around him, stretching their limbs or quietly circulating their qi with their backs against the wall. The silence of Clouded Pavilion vanished, instead replaced by quiet conversation and excited whispers.
Healer wiped his forehead, exhausted. Is that it? Is that everyone?
Sectgoer nudged him. Healer turned.
The old man stood by the door, his twisted arm still wrapped up in his robes. He regarded the Huis with distant suspicion, brows furrowed and lips pursed.
Healer gestured him over. Co on. Ill heal you, too.
The old man hesitated. I dont agree to work with you. I wont.
Healer sighed. Senior, its fine. I my friend here has gained many workers today. If you insist you wont be a worker, Im sure he wont mind.
The old mans eyes sparkled. He walked over and offered his arm. If you insist.
Healer narrowed his eyes. Why do I feel like I got scamd?
Oh, well. If he didnt want to work, hed never work. Id rather get scamd once than have a troubleso underling. Besides, hes retirent age. Its fine to let gramps retire in peace.
The old man waggled his eyebrows at Healer. But I wonder will you be able to fix this? Ive seen through your tricks, boy. What ails is not that darkness youve been extracting.
Healer drew back the old mans arm. It withered up, exuding a stench of rot. Ah, rot qi? Well, easy. Ignoring the mans continued monologue, he lifted his hand over the mans and tapped a few of his ridians, opening them up in preparation to draw out the rot.
The old man nodded. Stumped you, hasnt it? This energy is rare, far rarer than that darkness. Since I was afflicted by it years ago, no one has
Hui gestured, and the rot qi swirled out of the mans arm. He spun his finger around, twisting it into a ball. The ducks flew out of him and darted at the ball. Though less enthusiastic than usual, stuffed full of death qi as they were, they still gobbled the ball down.
The old man blinked.
Ah, rot qi? I suppose it is rare, yes. What was Senior saying? Healer asked, tilting his head.
The old man looked at his no-longer-withered hand, then at Healer, then back at his hand. Eh?
Yes? Youre healed, no? Healer asked.
I you the man frowned at Healer, completely lost.
Youre welco, Healer said, standing. He let out an exhausted sigh and looked at Sectgoer. So? Enough for you?
Beaming, Sectgoer nodded. Youve exceeded expectations. Many thanks!
Healer patted his back. Glad to help. Im going ho to take a nap. Man, it feels like every ti I leave the peak, I co back exhausted and ready to pass out. Maybe I should just stop leaving the peak.
As he left, the healed cultivators reached out to him. So murmured thanks, while others just stared in wide-eyed worship. One or two slipped him small fragnts of spirit stones, likely with nothing else to offer after years on the pavilion.
Healer waved his hand, too exhausted to deal with any of it. The second he stepped out of the pavilion, he took off on his sword. Wheres Gu Tian when you need him? Damn, Im tired.
Ying Lin jumped up from where shed squatted just outside the door, quickly putting away a book of so sort. Mounting her sword, she chased after Healer for a mont, until she realized it wasnt Sectgoer. Nodding, she waved him goodbye. Im sure youll beco a famous miracle healer from here!
Small cultivator wouldnt dream of it, Healer murmured exhaustedly. After what I did here? Id better, dammit! Im not putting in all this effort for nothing! Im going to have to laze about my palace and bathe in the sun for days to recover this life qi! And what did I get out of it? I an, aside from growing my legend, which yes, is a goal in its own. And helping Sectgoer, whos . So okay, I got a lot out of it.
But the point is, Im tired! Im headed back to my peak, and no one better disturb for a good long while!
Left behind, Sectgoer cleared his throat. Everyone who Heale Xie Hao healed, co to ! If you know forging or artifact creation techniques, co to the front. Otherwise, line up! Were taking a trip to the library!
The library? one of the cultivators asked.
Sectgoer nodded. Yes, yes. Everyone can find their own forging techniques there.
Another cultivator raised their hand. Peak Lord, youre not going to hand down your forging technique?
Sectgoer coughed abruptly. Ah, that is, er, the, those who prove to have true talent with forging can learn my forging techniques! But first, I want to watch you as you forge, to determine who has the potential and proper karma to succeed my technique. Yes, yes. Its not because I have no idea how to actually forge items.
Hmm, okay. No idea is a bit of an exaggeration by now. But its no exaggeration to claim Im a total novice who desperately needs to practice!
Hand down my technique? What technique! You people are being ridiculous, too ridiculous. If I knew how to forge, would I co and recruit all of you, huh?
Across the room, the old man chuckled under his breath.
Letting out a deep sigh, Sectgoer shook his head, then looked up. So?
The cultivators glanced among themselves. One woman stepped forward, after a long mont, lifting her hand. This cultivator has so experience with creating jade tablets and trinkets. It isnt precisely forging, but
You can start from there. Its good to have a diversity of talents, Sectgoer said, nodding. Any abilities we gain are a bonus! Im starting from zero, after all. And its not like we dont need jadeworking. All kinds of useful things can be built from jade, whether theyre tablets, accessories, bottles, ornants, even armor well, that last one only works because its a cultivation world. Stepping outside, he threw his arm out and summoned an immortal boat hed gained from cultivators Healer had healed before All-Heavens Sect, gesturing for everyone to join him atop it.
The cultivators stepped on. Underfoot, the boards creaked. The sails hung limply from the masts, discolored with blood and other mysterious substances, and the mast stood crookedly, not quite upright. A few of the cultivators began to mutter to themselves, suddenly uncertain.
Sectgoer cleared his throat. Ah, its too bad I havent had ti to clean the ship after that fierce battle! Hmm, why dont you three, he chose three cultivators at random, clean it up for when we reach the peak? Itll be good practice and a learning opportunity, to see how an artifact is built!
The three hed singled out cupped their hands to him.
Disciples are the best! I love disciples! Disciples forever! I have all this free labor now, and they cant even complain. As long as I turn it into a learning experience of so sort, I can pretty much get away with anything! As the ship flew off, Sectgoer reached into his node and drew out another few damaged artifacts, handing them around at random. I sense you have karma with this fan. See if you cant fix it up. Ah, you there, Elder Brother, why dont you test your skill with the hamr? This platform only needs a bit of carpentry. Its a trivial task. Elder Sister! Here, here. This sword is a bit bent. You look like you have great karma with the sword that is, sword forging techniques! Im sure you can shape it back into place with the greatest of ease.
He smiled at the whole group. Rember, its all for the learning. The experience, the experience!
After all, Healer shook downahem, kindly asked for paynt from injured cultivators. They often gave us damaged artifacts in return. Naturally, an injured cultivator likely escaped from a great battle. Their artifacts would be damaged in the sa battle that damaged their bodies! And thats putting aside them deliberately giving us their trash.
We didnt mind, because damaged artifacts are still worth money, but now now that I have a great many unpaid internsahem, disciples, I can fix the artifacts, use the fixed artifacts, and get more money when I sell the fixed artifacts! Disciples are basically a money tree!
And once they start forging artifacts Ah, I suppose their great and generous Master might allow them to keep a hefty ten percent no, five percent!
Humming to himself, Sectgoer moved to the bow of the ship and tucked his hands behind him, letting the wind whip his robes and hair into a flurry. My wonderful plan its all coming together! Well swing by the library on the way ho, and then we can really get started!
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