Chapter 41: Hope for Recovery

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Hope for Recovery

"However, this world does not lack Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. In the future, when you reach a certain realm, you might have the serendipity to obtain a method to reshape her meridians," Lu Zhiyuan said slowly.

From Fang Xu’s expression, he could tell that his disciple would not give up on this little girl. He might as well give him a sliver of hope, which could also serve as motivation.

"Master, I will take Mu Yun back first."

It was already noon. Having been busy from last night until now, the mess in his courtyard had yet to be cleaned up. Fang Xu planned to take Chu Muyun back first.

"Go. Be more careful recently. With such a major incident happening in Fenglin Town, Huangzhou Prefecture and Central State will definitely make a move," Lu Zhiyuan reminded.

Fang Xu nodded slightly. Wang Ergou’s death involved witchcraft, and the Yun family’s second master had died in Fenglin Town. Coupled with last night’s attack and the Government Soldiers who died tragically in Tilan Mountain, both the Yun family and the Central State’s royal family would probably attach extraordinary importance to the matter.

Pushing Chu Muyun out of Zhiyuan Hall, Fang Xu did not speak. Chu Muyun, on the other hand, occasionally looked at the common people who were left numb after the disaster, showing pity on her face.

"Fang Xu..." Chu Muyun tilted her head up and called out.

Fang Xu looked down slightly. "Hmm?"

"In the eyes of Martial Artists, are the lives of ordinary people so worthless?"

The wheelchair paused slightly. Fang Xu glanced at the miserable common people and sighed faintly. "When you push your wheelchair, have you ever run over ants on the road?"

Chu Muyun was taken aback, then shook her head. "I don’t know. I’ve never paid attention."

Fang Xu smiled faintly and said in a deep voice, "Cultivators, after transforming from ordinary people into Martial Disciples, Martial Masters, and even higher-level Martial Artists, experience a leap in their life levels step by step. In a sense, ordinary people are no different from ants and livestock in their eyes.

"Their intentional or unintentional actions may bring devastating disasters to the common people. But just like us walking normally, would we care about occasionally stepping on a few ants on the path ahead?"

Hearing his words, Chu Muyun lowered her head slightly. She obviously still couldn’t accept Fang Xu’s explanation.

"It might be a bit inappropriate for me to say this, but it’s roughly the truth." Pursing his lips, Fang Xu continued, "On the path of a Martial Artist, if they encounter a passing ant, they can step directly over it without a care in the world. But if they encounter a ferocious beast, they will carefully consider it and even choose to detour.

"To survive well in this world, we must shed our identity as ants and become terrifying beasts."

"Are you hungry?" Fang Xu looked down and asked softly, not wanting to discuss such heavy topics with Chu Muyun.

Chu Muyun nodded slightly. Last night, Chu Li had come home at dusk and made her something to eat. A whole night had passed, and it was now noon. Not having had a drop of water, she was indeed quite hungry.

"When we get home, I’ll make you something delicious," Fang Xu said. He quickened his pace and soon pushed Chu Muyun back to their courtyard.

Leaving Chu Muyun in the courtyard, Fang Xu picked up a broom and swept out the insect corpses inside and out. He then put the items overturned by last night’s fierce battle back in their original places. Once the courtyard was restored to its original state, he ducked into the kitchen and began to prepare lunch for Chu Muyun.

There was still plenty of low-grade Blood Food in the kitchen. To the current Fang Xu, this Blood Food was not much different from ordinary livestock meat. He simply cut a portion and treated it like regular meat, stir-frying two small dishes for Chu Muyun and steaming a pot of millet rice. The two began to eat in the courtyard.

"Fang Xu, is this Blood Food!?" Picking up the meat Fang Xu had placed in her bowl and chewing it a few times, Chu Muyun asked in astonishment.

"It’s low-grade Blood Food. Just eat it," Fang Xu said nonchalantly.

However, Chu Muyun hesitated for a long time before slowly speaking, "Fang Xu, every time I eat Blood Food, I can feel a slight warmth in my legs."

Hearing this, Fang Xu froze. Lu Zhiyuan had said that Chu Muyun’s legs were congenitally crippled, and her meridians were blocked. If that were the case, it would be impossible for her to feel anything.

"Mu Yun, wait a moment." Fang Xu put down his bowl and chopsticks in excitement, hurried back to his room, and took out an ordinary Qi Blood Pill. Handing it to her, he said, "Try taking this Qi Blood Pill."

Looking at the Qi Blood Pill in Fang Xu’s hand, Chu Muyun felt a bit uneasy. "I’m just a cripple. We shouldn’t waste such a precious Elixir on me."

When her grandfather was alive and working as the Shopkeeper of Qinxiang House, she naturally knew that a single Qi Blood Pill was worth a full ten taels of silver—enough to equal almost half a year of her grandfather’s wages.

"Eat it. I have more." Bringing the Qi Blood Pill directly to Chu Muyun’s lips, Fang Xu spoke softly.

This was the Pill Fragrance Sacred Body, a future genius Pill Master. If the Qi Blood Pill and Blood Food could really make Chu Muyun stand up, allowing her to practice the Martial Dao and become a Pill Master, Fang Xu felt that this investment would never be a loss.

Smelling the fragrance of the Qi Blood Pill in front of her, Chu Muyun looked up at Fang Xu. After a long while, she parted her lips slightly and swallowed the Qi Blood Pill.

The terrifying Qi Blood Power instantly dissolved in her stomach and then surged into her limbs and bones! Her body trembled slightly. Chu Muyun knitted her brows tightly as dense beads of sweat seeped from her forehead, her face wearing an expression of extreme agony.

Seeing this, Fang Xu was slightly horrified and quickly asked, "Mu Yun, what’s wrong?"

Enduring the pain, Chu Muyun squeezed out, "Fang Xu... I... I’m fine."

As she spoke, she even managed to force a faint smile. "My legs... my legs have feeling now... even though... even though it hurts a lot..."

After saying these words, her body trembled even more violently! But even as her teeth bit through her lip and her fingernails dug fiercely into the armrests of the wheelchair, Chu Muyun never let out a single cry of pain.

The meridians in her legs were blocked. The terrifying Qi Blood Power transformed from the Qi Blood Pill acted like a sharp drill, boring through the congested meridians little by little! This pain was like tidal waves, continuously washing over her brain.

Fang Xu watched nervously from the side, secretly blaming himself. He wondered if he had been too reckless. The terrifying Qi Blood Power of a Qi Blood Pill was tantamount to poison for an ordinary person who had never cultivated.

Time trickled by. Chu Muyun’s clothes were soaked with sweat, and damp strands of hair clung tightly to her forehead. Her originally pale cheeks were now ghastly white. But she was still holding on.

Fifteen minutes was not considered a long time, but for Fang Xu and Chu Muyun, it felt exceptionally agonizing. As the fifteen minutes passed, the pain on Chu Muyun’s face gradually lessened, and the trembling of her body also decreased slightly.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes. Meeting Fang Xu’s nervous gaze, she forced a smile. "Thank you, Fang Xu..."

"How do you feel?" Fang Xu hurriedly asked.

"So tired..." After whispering these two words, Chu Muyun fainted directly.

Fang Xu hastily grabbed her small hand. Feeling that her breathing was still relatively stable, he breathed a slight sigh of relief. He then picked Chu Muyun up from the wheelchair and laid her on his own bed.

After covering her with a blanket, Fang Xu went out to the courtyard, brought the barely eaten food into the kitchen, and prepared to heat it up when Chu Muyun woke up. As for himself, he chose a piece of high-grade flesh and blood, washed it clean, and put it in a pot to stew. He then began practicing the Nine Ape Staff in the courtyard.

As a grade-eight Staff Technique Secret Manual, even though he had only scratched the surface of its practice, it had still displayed impressive effects under the siege of three Sixth Realm Martial Disciple Martial Artists last night. Fang Xu looked forward to the Nine Ape Staff with great anticipation.

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, it was dark.

Chu Muyun still had not woken up. Fang Xu went to the adjacent wing room, simply tidied up the room his grandfather used to live in, and prepared to make do for the night.

In the dead of night, the sharp cry of a night owl echoed outside Fenglin Town. A moment later, a figure wearing a bamboo hat darted out of the town, rushing toward Tilan Mountain outside the town’s borders.