"By the way, Brother Mu—how is Brother Mu?"
Nie Xiaoyu desperately tried to open her eyes. The Beast Tamer possessed by the Ice Serpent had clearly used some trick to numb them during the earlier battle. That sudden attack must have injured Ling Mu. She had to go help him.
"Calm down, Nie Xiaoyu. First circulate the Sacred Origin Art and examine the injuries inside your body."
The Sacred Origin Art that Nie Xiaoyu cultivated was a healing technique widely circulated across the continent. It was divided into three levels, and reaching the third required the strength of Foundation Establishment Realm Perfection. Since it did nothing for one's cultivation and its effects could be replaced by most medicinal pills, those who devoted themselves to cultivating it were exceedingly rare. Most cultivators who needed to travel through the wilderness merely learned a little of it as an auxiliary technique.
But Nie Xiaoyu had poured a great deal of effort into this technique. The reason was simple: she believed that this purely supportive healing art could help Ling Mu. Though a long time had passed, she had never forgotten how Ling Mu had changed her life. Therefore, she would do anything that might help him.
Alchemy could help, so she learned it.
The Sacred Origin Art could help, so she learned it.
Knowledge of Immortal Realm legends, historical records, herbs, pill formulas, Monster Beasts, and all sorts of other things could help, so she learned it.
Nie Xiaoyu possessed great talent for cultivation, yet she still spent much of her time learning techniques, arts, and knowledge that others considered a waste of time. What she did not know was that the driving force in her heart had long ceased to be simple gratitude. Through each day spent with the youth, a different