Seeking Medical Treatment

And so it went. Half a month later.

Inside Bao'an Hall, within a quiet room, Xu Yang sat alone, silently circulating the Martial Scripture.

Although the Great Zhou Martial Scripture had fused countless peak martial arts and could circulate through the heavenly cycle at all times—even while standing or lying down, eating or sleeping—automatically increasing one's cultivation, that did not prevent Xu Yang from sitting in meditation to cultivate diligently. The speed of such "active" cultivation was far faster than "passive" circulation.

That he had developed traits such as "Eternal Spring and Agelessness," "Martial Path Reaches Divinity," and "Ancestor of Martial Scriptures" within a mere sixteen years was inseparable from the Martial Scripture's wondrous effects in circulating energy, but neither was it separable from his own bitter endurance and arduous training. With the two combined, sixteen years were enough to equal a hundred years of painstaking effort in Great Zhou.

Otherwise, with the main body's current cultivation and the strength of his divine soul, it would have been fundamentally impossible to transmit traits on the level of "Martial Path Reaches Divinity" and "Ancestor of Martial Scriptures" over to support the avatar at the beginning.

Knock! Knock!

"Master!"

Just as Xu Yang was circulating his energy through the heavenly cycle, someone suddenly knocked on the door. His eldest disciple, Su Beixuan, spoke from outside. "They're here."

Xu Yang opened his eyes. The gang qi within his body continued its heavenly cycle, merely changing from "active" to "passive." He then rose and walked out.

This was another great wonder of the Great Zhou Martial Scripture. It fused all martial arts under heaven, discarding the dross and preserving the essence. All-encompassing yet without conflict, Yin and Yang harmonized, Tai Chi Primordial Chaos, the four methods and five elements coexisting. Unless one was breaking through a major realm, there was absolutely no possibility of failure in circulating one's cultivation, much less the danger of meridian conflict or Qi Deviation.

Xu Yang came outside and, without wasting words, directly asked the waiting Su Beixuan, "How is it?"

Su Beixuan said in a deep voice, "The injuries are severe. The situation is rather dire. Third Junior Sister is treating her injuries."

"Then let's go."

"Yes!"

Within a quiet room, two youths stood beside the bed, their expressions tense, as if they wanted to speak but held themselves back.

Upon the bed sat two women. The one in front wore white and possessed lovely features, but her pretty face was now deathly pale, faintly tinged with blue-black. Drops of black blood seeped from her purple lips, falling onto the bed and sending up wisps of green smoke.

Behind her sat another woman in a verdant green robe. She held her right hand in a two-finger sword gesture, pressing it against an acupoint in the middle of the woman in white's back. A clearly visible stream of gang qi extended from her fingertips, gentle and peaceful, yet vast and abundant.

The gang qi entered the woman in white's body, seeking to dissolve the Cold Poison within her. Yet it seemed to touch something unknown. An odd sound suddenly rang out, and waves of Ice Profound extreme cold qi spilled forth. Not only did a layer of frost form over the woman in white's body, even the gang qi treating her injuries was affected.

Bang!!!

At last, an explosion sounded. The gang qi froze and shattered into ice. The woman in green treating her was struck by the backlash; her body trembled, and frost covered her right hand, rendering it incomparably stiff, as if even her blood had frozen.

"Mother!"

"Doctor!"

The two youths watching nearby were horrified. They hurried forward, wishing to help, yet having no idea where to begin.

Just then...

Creak!

With a soft sound, the door was pushed open.

"Who?"

The two were startled and turned back, only to see someone strolling in. His azure robe was plain, his bearing calm and composed.

Though they sensed no hostility from him, their long life on the run had left the two youths highly tense. They immediately stepped before the bed, watching him as though facing a great enemy.

Xu Yang paid them no heed and walked straight forward. The two wished to block him, but an invisible current of qi directly swept them aside. They could only watch helplessly as he arrived beside the bed.

"M-Master!"

The woman in green on the bed also noticed him and was about to force herself upright.

Xu Yang shook his head, reached out, and pressed a hand on her shoulder. With a gentle urging of gang qi—

Crash!

A crisp sound rang out. The snow-white frost that had frozen her palm, spreading upward and about to invade her body through her arm, directly crumbled apart. It turned into clouds of vapor and dissipated, while the frozen, blue-black hand rapidly regained its color.

The woman also escaped that state in which cold had seeped through her entire body. She exhaled a breath of icy air and looked at Xu Yang with lingering alarm. "Master, this Cold Poison... is truly terrifying."

Xu Yang smiled and said no more. "Let me do it."

"Hmm!"

The woman rose and moved aside.

Xu Yang did not sit cross-legged on the bed. He simply sat sideways at its edge, then raised a hand and activated True Gang. A radiant glow immediately burst forth, brilliant but not dazzling. Instead, it was warm and lustrous, like spring sunlight on a pleasant day, instantly warming the room that had moments ago been steeped in chilling cold.

Cultivation Scroll: Pure Yang Foundation. Life Scroll: Art of Returning Spring!

The methods of the Martial Scripture, two scrolls operating in tandem, combined with the power of Martial Path Reaches Divinity. Xu Yang lightly pressed one hand down upon the woman's back, slowly sending this Pure Yang art into her body through the method of transmitting qi.

At once...

"Mm~!"

Hiss!

The woman let out a low moan as wisps of green smoke rose. The frost coating her body rapidly melted away, along with the pallor on her face and the blue-black hue beneath her skin. Traces of color returned, and the vitality within her body rekindled...

And so it went. A short while later.

Puff!!!

Xu Yang urged his palm force. The woman's body shuddered, and she spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with chunks of ice. It fell upon the bed, steaming in waves before turning into bloody water that flowed away in the blink of an eye.

"Mother!"

The two youths were startled, their eyes filled with anxiety, yet they did not dare step forward and disturb him.

They were not fools. They could naturally see that this youth, who did not appear much older than themselves, was the master of that Beautiful Doctor—their destination, Xuzhou's, and even the world's, foremost divine physician: Xu Xian, Xu Qingyang.

"Ice Profound Force?"

Xu Yang withdrew his hand and muttered, "It truly is extraordinary. Unfortunately... it hasn't reached sufficient fire!"

Just now, he had used the Cultivation Scroll's Pure Yang Foundation and the Life Scroll's Art of Returning Spring, combining them with the power of Martial Path Reaches Divinity, to activate a strand of Pure Yang Life-Returning Divine Qi and send it into the woman in white's body, dissolving the entangled Cold Poison within.

If this had been the Great Zhou World, that move alone would have been enough to dissolve all strange cold under heaven. Whether it was the Mysterious Nether Palm, Ice True Qi, or Extreme Yin Ultimate Force, none could withstand his Pure Yang Life-Returning Divine Qi.

But... the Cold Poison in this woman's body had resisted stubbornly for quite a while and still had not been completely removed in the end.

Why?

Because it was no ordinary Cold Poison, but a Cold Poison equal to Divine Gang, one that possessed Divine Intent.

It came from an expert of the Martial Path Fourth Realm, True Gang Condensing Spirit.

That was...

"Ice Profound Force!"

"The Yuwen Clan!"

"Yuwen Huaji!"

Ice Profound Force was the inherited secret art of the Yuwen Clan, one of the Four Great Clans under heaven.

It was said that within the Yuwen Clan, only two had truly mastered this art. One was the clan lord, Yuwen Shang. The other was the Yuwen Clan's second strongest expert beneath Yuwen Shang—the current Commander of the Imperial Guards serving the Sui Emperor, Yuwen Huaji!

Aside from the power of his own Martial Path Reaches Divinity, this was the first Divine Intent Martial Art Xu Yang had encountered.

A martial art that could, through cultivation, condense Divine Intent and step into the Martial Path Fourth Realm naturally interested Xu Yang greatly.

Although he had ultimately deduced methods for Fourth Realm Divine Intent in the Great Zhou World, deduction was merely deduction. It had not succeeded and was far from mature. How could it be mentioned in the same breath as a Divine Intent martial art passed down for centuries?

Just now, Xu Yang had clearly sensed an unusual power within that Cold Poison. It was the union of spirit and gang qi, a transformation from death into life, from nothing into something, turning decay into the miraculous. It carried an Extreme Cold Artistic Conception that no other Cold Poison could possess.

Only thus could it contend against his Pure Yang Life-Returning Divine Qi.

Without question, that was Divine Intent—the Divine Intent of Ice Profound Force.

"Mother!"

What Xu Yang was thinking had nothing to do with the two youths. Seeing the woman in white vomit blood and Xu Yang rise to leave, they could no longer care about anything else and rushed together to the bedside to inspect her condition.

After spitting out that mouthful of black blood, the pallor on the woman in white's face had greatly diminished, and some of her blood vitality had already returned. Hearing the two youths call to her, she slowly woke. "I... where am I?"

"In Xuzhou. We've reached Xuzhou, Mother!"

"It was Doctor Xu—no, Divine Doctor Xu—who saved you!"

Seeing her awaken, the two youths became even more excited and hurriedly explained what had happened.

"Xuzhou?"

"Divine Doctor Xu?"

Fu Junzhuo was stunned. Then she came back to herself, turned toward Xu Yang, and struggled to prop herself up. "Thank you, Divine Doctor, for saving me. Junzhuo..."

"Don't thank me yet."

Xu Yang cut off her words. "There is still residual Cold Poison in your body. If it is not completely eliminated, your life will remain in danger."

"This..."

Fu Junzhuo froze upon hearing this, while the two youths were even more alarmed. They hurriedly knelt to the ground. "Divine Doctor Xu, you're so skilled—you must have a way, don't you? We beg you to show mercy and save our mother!"

"I can save her."

Xu Yang's expression did not change as he said calmly, "But first, we must discuss the matter of the consultation fee."

"The consultation fee?"

The three were all stunned, their expressions becoming somewhat strange. But they quickly recovered and said repeatedly, "No problem. Divine Doctor Xu, name your price. Even if it is mountains of gold and silver, we will find a way to carry them here for you."

Xu Yang shook his head and went straight to the point. "I want the Longevity Art on you."

"The Longevity Art?!"

The moment those words came out, all three sets of eyes tightened. Fu Junzhuo could not help gripping the Long Sword at her side.

Having been pursued by Yuwen Huaji for so long, they naturally knew what the Longevity Art was and how immense its temptation was.

Now, this Divine Doctor Xu, whose strength was unfathomable, actually knew that the book was on them. Was this not a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth...

"One book for one life. Whether you trade or not is your decision."

Xu Yang calmly interrupted their thoughts. "I never force anyone!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The three fell silent at those words.

But very soon, the sturdier of the two youths raised his head. "Trade. We'll trade!"

The other youth agreed as well. "That's right, we'll trade. So long as it can save Mother's life, what does one book amount to?"

"Divine Doctor Xu, this is the Longevity Art. We ask for nothing else. We only hope that you can save our mother!"

After saying this, the two took out an utterly ordinary book and presented it to Xu Yang with both hands.

"Xiao Zhong, Xiao Ling..."

Seeing this, Fu Junzhuo had wanted to stop them, but the words died halfway from her lips.