Xue Muhua pondered for a long while before finally asking, "Cult Master, have you ever suffered any serious injuries?"
Zhang Wuji nodded. "Yes. I was once wounded by Innate Sword Qi. It lingered within my meridians and was very difficult to remove. I only resolved it later by relying on the Star-Sucking Great Art." This concerned his lifelong happiness, so he did not dare conceal anything from a physician.
"No wonder." Xue Muhua stroked his figure-eight mustache. "It was most likely caused by the Innate Sword Qi damaging your meridians." Though he was called a divine doctor, he was not truly divine. How could he have guessed that the real cause was that someone had tampered with the Star-Sucking Great Art?
"Is there a cure?" Zhang Wuji hurriedly pressed, secretly hating that girl in green. Who the hell was she? Her sword qi had been terrifying, and now it had even left me with such severe aftereffects.
Xue Muhua looked troubled. "This... my knowledge is limited. I have never encountered Innate Sword Qi, so naturally I do not know how to treat it."
The negative emotions in Zhang Wuji's heart were nearly bursting out of him. He could not help snorting. "You can't treat this, and you can't treat that. You still have the nerve to call yourself one of the Four Great Divine Doctors?"
Xue Muhua was usually good at reading the situation, but when it came to the medical arts he was proudest of, he could not restrain himself from retorting, "Cult Master Zhang is also one of the Four Great Divine Doctors, yet you cannot cure your own condition either." Although Hu Qingniu was the publicly acknowledged one among the Four Great Divine Doctors, Zhang Wuji had inherited the true teachings of both Hu Qingniu and Wang