The sky was overcast.
The wind grew fiercer and fiercer. A torrential downpour was imminent.
A woman clad in Golden Armor entered the Military Camp.
"This is Heavenly Peak Holy Maiden Ning Yuechan. She's injured. Do you have any pills for treating wounds?" Gongsun Zhi asked.
Gu Qingshan glanced at her. "A body hardened by years of battle, four different kinds of poison, and twenty-seven wounds, both major and minor."
Gongsun Zhi and the woman fell silent at the same time.
"You know medicine?" Gongsun Zhi's voice rose.
"I've learned some medical skills passed down through dozens of generations in my family," Gu Qingshan said solemnly. "But we don't have any pills right now. I can only treat her a little, to keep her injuries from worsening."
Ning Yuechan cupped her fists. "Being able to do even that is good enough. Please treat me."
Gu Qingshan said, "Let me examine you carefully first. May I use my Spiritual Power to check your condition?"
"Of course," Ning Yuechan said.
Gu Qingshan stepped forward, placed a hand on her back, and slowly sent Spiritual Power into her.
My strength is too low right now. How could I possibly tell what injuries she has? Still, going by the inertia of fate, Ning Yuechan's injuries were roughly like this when she appeared nearby.
In my previous life, she had personally told me about her condition.
I've already earned some trust from her and Gongsun Zhi. As for the treatment—
Gu Qingshan withdrew the Spiritual Power from his hand. He had more or less gotten a grasp of Ning Yuechan's injuries, and said, "I know a battle art that seals all wounds and temporarily boosts your strength. It's called the Asura - Martial Cultivator Myriad Battle Art. If you practice it, you won't have to