A moment later, Fairy Ji Ying withdrew her jade hand. An incredulous look flashed across her beautiful face.
"How did you do it? Half of those accumulated impurities inside Changsheng's body—things none of us could remove by any means—are actually gone."
Dao injuries were notoriously difficult to heal. Every cultivator knew this, and under ordinary circumstances, no one dared attempt to treat them. If the method or technique was even slightly wrong, treating someone with a dao injury would be extremely dangerous.
One small mistake could result in death on the spot.
Yet now, much of the filth within Cui Changsheng's blood vessels, which were as thin as cicada wings and which no one had dared touch earlier, had actually disappeared. How could Fairy Ji Ying not be astonished by such a sight?
Just as Fairy Ji Ying withdrew her hand, Cui Tianxiao also arrived beside them and reached out to grasp Cui Changsheng's other arm.
He cared deeply for this only son of his. Before Fairy Ji Qing fell, Cui Tianxiao had personally promised to ensure that his only son remained safe.
Yet even when the Old Ancestor took action, Cui Changsheng's chronic illness had been difficult to cure. This had always left Cui Tianxiao feeling guilty toward his wife, who had already fallen.
Having heard Fairy Ji Ying's words, he naturally hurriedly examined him, and only then did his heart settle.
"Since this Qin dared to agree to save him back then, I naturally know a little about Medical Arts. Although I cannot cure the young friend's injuries and illness at present, I can still alleviate them somewhat with this Qin's methods.
"If Immortal Fairy and Fellow Daoist Cui trust this Qin, gather the items listed in that jade slip. Once they have all been assembled, this Qin