So Yan Asi had originally intended to carry the baggage down the mountain? My heart lifted, and I went over with Shang Wanqiu, helping him shoulder the large and small bundles before we all chased after the main force.
Though Yan Asi had lost his cultivation in profound arts, his body was still quite vigorous. On the way, I examined the meridians and qi within him. I discovered that most of the meridians in both hands had been shattered, preventing him from smoothly activating spells. Repairing the meridians in his hands was no major problem—I only needed to use Gu insects to bridge them back together.
But losing his speech was an even more fatal obstacle to casting spells, since he could no longer chant incantations. Being unable to use spells was common sense, yet Granny Mute had once taught me how to cast them with my fingers. That would come in handy. Once he had spells again and could circulate them through the various meridians in his body, his cultivation would gradually improve. At that point, even severed arms could be restored, so repairing the sword wound in his throat would not be a problem.
That was the difference between the Upper Realm and the Lower Realm. Naturally, we had to begin repairing Yan Asi on the road. Since his meridians were injured, he was bound to travel more slowly than cultivators like us who could fly. Once he was healed, he would no longer need to rest, and we could increase our speed even further.
I took out pills and Gu insects. After an entire night, I reconnected Yan Asi's meridians.
Though he was still grieving over the little princess's death, the murkiness in his eyes had cleared, and a visible change had appeared in the immortal qi