After Xiao Mo woke up, another twenty days passed.
During those days, the external wounds on Xiao Mo's body had nearly healed under the medicinal herbs Wang Xin carefully prepared.
The skin, charred black by the lightning tribulation, had peeled away, and new flesh and skin had grown in its place.
But Xiao Mo's Spiritual Meridians and Root Bone had shown no improvement at all.
The Spirit Gathering Blade lay in the room.
Over the years, the Spirit Gathering Blade had absorbed too much Blood Fiend Qi in Xiao Mo's hands. To draw it, he needed not only sufficient cultivation, but also enough Blood Fiend Qi to drive it.
So now, even drawing the Spirit Gathering Blade had become a luxury for Xiao Mo.
Every day, Xiao Mo sat meditating in the courtyard, trying to repair his Spiritual Meridians and Root Bone himself, but it was all futile.
Sometimes, Xiao Mo even grew too impatient, and the Blood Fiend Qi surged into his heart, making him spit out a mouthful of blood and leaving his Spiritual Meridians and Root Bone even more badly damaged.
Whenever Wang Xin saw Xiao Mo like this, she grew terribly anxious and worried.
Countless times, Wang Xin had wanted to tell Xiao Mo to stop.
If Xiao Mo kept pushing himself like this, forget restoring his cultivation—his body might not even hold out.
But Wang Xin knew, too.
How could Xiao Mo possibly listen to those things she said?
Still, Xiao Mo wasn't a fool. After trying again and again to repair his Spiritual Meridians, only to fail each time, he realized this approach simply wouldn't work and decided to set it aside for now.
Xiao Mo stopped trying to repair his Spiritual Meridians. Instead, he sat in the courtyard, staring into space for entire