With his finger pressed against Nalan Jie's back, Xiao Ling narrowed his eyes. Controlling that wisp of azure flame with his Soul Power, he swiftly passed through several major meridians before gradually approaching the bones within Nalan Jie's body that were covered by Branded Poison.
His Soul Power gradually began to relax, while the temperature of the azure flame quietly rose.
As the temperature of the azure flame increased, pain gradually appeared on Nalan Jie's originally numb face. His withered hand clenched tightly, and veins bulged along his arm.
Once the azure flame enveloped in Soul Power reached a certain temperature, it stopped rising. After confirming that the temperature was suitable, Xiao Ling controlled the azure flame and covered a section of pitch-black bone.
"Ah!" Nalan Jie, lying on the bed with his eyes shut, abruptly opened them. A hoarse, agonized roar escaped his mouth. "Master Xiao Ling... this is truly... far too painful. These old bones of mine can't withstand such torment."
Seeing this, Nalan Su cast Xiao Ling a worried look. "Master Xiao Ling, my father won't be in any danger, will he?"
Raising a brow, Xiao Ling said indifferently, "This is a Heavenly Flame, so of course it will hurt. If he can't even endure this much pain, then he can't be cured. But don't worry. He definitely won't die."
In the original story, Xiao Yan had spent seven days completely removing the Branded Poison from Nalan Jie's body. Even though the poison was not yet as severe as it would be three years later, Xiao Ling had no intention of wasting time.
With a slight activation of his healing skill, a stream of clear energy entered Nalan Jie's body and healed the surface of his scorched bones.
Over the following period, each time Xiao Ling used