Everyone present, aside from Sikong Qianluo, understood Master Dajue's condition. After all, Shen Fei had stated it plainly earlier. But they could not say it as directly as Shen Fei had. They had to consider Nine Dragons Temple's reputation. Though Nine Dragons Temple was not a particularly powerful sect, it was still one of the Buddhist schools.
"Thankfully, they are only exhausted." Wuchan was examining the junior brothers whose entire cultivation had previously been absorbed by Master Dajue. After confirming that their lives were not in danger, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Grandmaster Dajue is the one in danger now. Qi deviation cannot be treated by ordinary means. If this continues, even immortals may be unable to save him."
Xiao Se's words did leave Master Dajue some dignity, merely saying that he had suffered qi deviation. But one thing he had said was correct: if Master Dajue's condition was not addressed soon, his life would be in danger. Just as Shen Fei was about to act, Wuxin walked over to Dajue's side and placed his right hand over the meridians in Dajue's right arm. In the next moment, Master Dajue let out a muffled groan, his face twisting in pain.
"Wuxin, what are you doing?" Xiao Se immediately asked.
"Back then, my father led Sky Beyond Heaven in its invasion of the Central Plains, committing grave slaughter. It is not unreasonable for a son to repay his father's debts. Besides, as the young sect master of Sky Beyond Heaven, I learned the secret arts of Rakshasa Hall from the Buddhist sects of the Central Plains. That, too, requires an explanation. Grandmaster Dajue, you suffered qi deviation because of me. Today, I will settle this karmic debt with you."
"A cultivation-dispersing art? Alas." Seeing Wuxin begin, Shen Fei