"Cough, cough, Medicine Immortal, what martial art did you teach Heroine Lin?"
"Botong!"
"Senior Brother!"
Zhou Botong had merely asked out of curiosity, only to be rebuked by Wang Chongyang. He looked deeply aggrieved.
"Haha, nothing much. Your junior brother suits my taste.
It was merely a Daoist cultivation technique—the Formless Skill."
"The Formless Skill?" None of them had heard of it, so they did not pay it much mind.
Half a month later, the travel-worn group finally arrived at Zhongnan Mountain.
After Wang Chongyang rested for a while, Gu Hui began treating him.
A few days later, the treatment had begun to show results. Half a month later, he had mostly recovered.
A month later, Wang Chongyang was already full of vigor again.
Gu Hui seemed to have made Zhongnan Mountain his home. No one said anything, and he did not leave. Instead, he spent every day enjoying himself.
He often went into the mountains to gather herbs, and often went down the mountain to diagnose and treat people.
This greatly changed Wang Chongyang's impression of him.
Beneath his shamelessness lay a compassionate heart. Wang Chongyang simply could not bring himself to dislike such a person.
After all, Wang Chongyang himself was a man of chivalrous bones and tender feelings. Otherwise, he would not have resisted Jin for so many years, only to become disheartened in the end and retreat to Zhongnan Mountain to become a Daoist.
At Gu Hui's residence, over the past month or so, he had gained many insights into the Primordial Technique.
Compared with Free-and-Easy Imperial Wind, each had its own strengths and weaknesses.
Free-and-Easy Imperial Wind did not have the clear stages of the Primordial Technique. It was merely an arcane passage of profound content.
The Primordial Technique, on the other hand, had clearly