The white-haired demon child turned around and bared his teeth at me. I could see his yin-yang meridians still circulating, constantly trying to forcibly control his brain. In truth, this was a dead cycle to begin with. Unless he could extend the main meridian, it was practically unsolvable with his current strength.
I placed my hand on his head. Several meridians instantly seized control of those in his forehead, forcing all his yin-yang meridians back down, while the tiny, feeble meridians of his main meridian finally took the initiative.
I repeated what I had said. The white-haired demon child finally understood, and his trembling lips forced out the words "save me," which counted as his first request.
Looking at the complicated meridians throughout his body, I pushed my nine meridians to their limits together, temporarily applying a Seal to several connection points that would not affect any vital areas. Then I forcibly poured cultivation power into his main meridian, stretching the technique of the Divine Sword Immortal Sect that he had cultivated since childhood.
The white-haired demon child finally regained consciousness, though there was no point expecting too much from his intelligence. After all, he had devoured a fragment of the Yin-Yang Sword Body at the age of seven or eight, and used it to forcibly stretch the meridian diagram contained within the fragment to a cultivation level approaching the Chaos Realm. He himself had no foundation for learning cultivation at all. His mind was even a complete blank when it came to some of the basic knowledge an ordinary child should possess.
Of course, he had rich experience in killing, fleeing, and swordfighting. I feared that even some old immortal patriarchs who had roamed the martial world would not be his match. Unfortunately, because his technique was based on