"I brought Tang Song's corpse back so that the elders could study it."
Tang Xuan nodded, his gaze grave as he looked at Tang Song's corpse. "You did the right thing. Tang Song's corpse is indeed the key. Once our injuries improve, we'll begin researching it immediately."
After returning to the Tang Sect, Lin Taichu was sent by the disciples to the Medical Hall to recuperate. His injuries were not fatal, but his internal energy had been completely depleted, and the wounds on his arm and chest had been eroded by cold, sinister energy, making recovery particularly slow.
The Medical Hall disciples changed his medicine daily and transferred healing internal energy to him. Lin Taichu kept to his room to regulate his breathing, circulating Profound Iron Strength to refine the lingering cold energy within his body while replenishing his depleted internal energy.
He recuperated for five full days. On the morning of the fifth day, Lin Taichu was finally able to circulate his internal energy smoothly. His wounds had mostly scabbed over as well. Other than a faint ache during strenuous movements, he was essentially fine.
He got up, straightened his clothes, and immediately went to the room where the elders were recuperating. After several days of treatment, the elders with lighter injuries could already barely get out of bed.
Supreme Elder Tang Xuan's severed arm had also been reattached, though he still could not exert force with it. Tang Du Zi, the elder most skilled in Poisonous Arts, had suffered the gravest injuries after cold, sinister energy invaded his meridians during his battle with Tang Song, and he was still bedridden.
Besides cultivating internal arts and hidden weapon techniques since childhood, Lin Taichu had also studied medical skills and Poisonous Arts under the Medicine Hall elders. Though he was