Seven-Curving Grass had seven leaves, and each leaf could play a beautiful melody.
These melodies contained a special soul force capable of nourishing the soul.
At this moment, what reached Xu Chunniang's ears was the heavenly music played by the first leaf of the Seven-Curving Grass.
The sound was exquisite beyond words.
Yet the instant the melody entered her ears, those shattered fragments of her soul trembled together according to some unique rhythm, spontaneously adhering to one another and completely merging into a whole.
Xu Chunniang felt an unprecedented lightness in her soul. Her whole body seemed to be soaking in warm water, yet also held aloft in the air, drifting uncertainly while free and serene.
By the time she emerged from that strange state, the song had ended. The leaf of the Seven-Curving Grass that had bloomed was already nowhere to be found.
The Seven-Curving Grass, originally more than a foot long, had also shortened by a small section.
Xu Chunniang looked at the Seven-Curving Grass in her hand, now left with only six leaves, and a strange light flashed through her eyes. At last, she understood why it bore the name "Seven-Curving."
She lightly tapped it with her finger, plucking the second leaf of the Seven-Curving Grass.
Another soul melody, utterly unlike the previous one, entered her ears and soothed her injured soul...
By the time all seven leaves of the Seven-Curving Grass had bloomed in succession, more than three months had passed. More than half a year had now gone by since she first entered seclusion.
Xu Chunniang opened her eyes, a faint smile flickering in them.
Under the powerful healing effects of the Nine-Colored Lotus and Seven-Curving Grass, her soul injury had finally healed completely.
And the benefits brought by these two sacred soul-nourishing treasures did