Visiting the Sick, Descending the Mountain

After going all out and trying a few sword strikes, Lu Wu-bing awkwardly discovered...

That his meridians, bones, and muscles felt immense pressure.

With a full-power thrust of his sword, his entire body, even his brain, ached faintly.

One or two such strikes wouldn't cause significant harm, but if he were to unleash ten or twenty, or even dozens of full-power thrusts, he might very well tear his meridians and flesh, harming himself as much as the enemy.

When practicing sword forms, he could hold back some internal energy and strength, and it wouldn't be a big issue.

However, during combat, he couldn't hold back. Especially when facing a strong enemy and going all out, his physical body couldn't withstand it.

"It must be that my own condition doesn't match this high-level combat technique. Could it be that in the future, if I have to fight a strong enemy, I'll need to spend some time recovering from my injuries?"

Thinking of recovering from injuries.

Lu Wu-bing was reminded of his father, Lu Changfeng.

At that time, when he dueled with Lu Zhongkui of the Life-Severing Sword and took a palm strike, the Three Waves of Surging Power directly attacked his bones, muscles, and internal organs.

His injuries were severe.

But when he returned home, he only lay down for an hour before he could get up.

After another night of recuperation, his injuries were almost completely healed the next day, as if he had never been injured.

"Could it be that the family's Six Yang Divine Needles technique has some miraculous effect, and I just never learned it?"

Thinking of this, Lu Wu-bing chuckled to himself.

Before he transmigrated (unraveled the mystery of his prenatal life), the original host was a sixteen-year-old dissolute youth.

He was half-hearted in everything he learned, idled around all day, and enjoyed life.

He lived a comfortable life.

Practicing the family sword techniques or the needle techniques for healing was never a priority.

At most, he would glance at them, try them out, and then forget about them. How could he have mastered any profound needle techniques?

Lu Changfeng didn't refuse to teach him.

In his memories, Lu Wu-bing even recalled his father, with a dark expression, threatening him with a rattan cane as thick as a child's arm, and even begging him to learn with tears in his eyes.

Ultimately, it was useless.

Over the years, his Six Yang Divine Needles had only just reached the introductory level...

"Pah! That wasn't me at all." The memory made Lu Wu-bing blush with shame.

What a happy life.

Unfortunately, it was gone forever.

From his past life to this one, to live the life he wanted and say no to things he disliked, ultimately depended on strength.

Without reaching a certain height, one would always be bound by worldly troubles and lack freedom.

To break free from the shackles and take control of one's destiny, one needed only the sword in hand and the will in heart.

Therefore, every choice in life actually predetermined the outcome.

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Lu Wu-bing gritted his teeth, feeling the sword intent that had just formed in his mind become even clearer.

The violent killing intent hidden in the depths of his heart sank even deeper, becoming difficult to detect if one wasn't paying attention.

"It's still a hidden danger. No wonder the family motto passed down by my grandfather was not to even look at it. He must have known that just one glance, even without practicing, would mean a lifetime of being unable to escape it."

He could still suppress it with the Small Clear Sound Mantra taught by Princess Ji Wenxiu.

If this desire and emotion were allowed to grow stronger, it was uncertain if he could suppress it again.

But then again.

After killing Song Zhong of the Peaceful Axe and Yin-Yang Monk, and absorbing that unknown mist, Lu Wu-bing felt that his mental power had strengthened considerably.

Not only could he endure an extra hour when practicing internal energy.

But also, when unleashing the full power of White Rainbow Pierces the Sun, his control over the force had become more refined.

This allowed his physical body to be in a state of near-breaking without actually breaking, preventing him from suffering internal injuries with every sword thrust.

"Moreover, I also feel that my physical foundation has become much stronger, and my Blood Essence has become more robust. But that was from consuming spiritual food and absorbing souls..."

Although there were many benefits, there was only one drawback: it could lead to the loss of one's mind, which made all of Lu Wu-bing's internal struggles cease.

"It's best not to practice this evil sword technique if possible, unless I can find a way to eradicate its flaws."

The Cold Moon Fairy offered one path.

Since his grandfather had mastered it back then and didn't encounter any major problems afterward, he didn't know what method he used. He should go down the mountain and ask his father first.

At this moment, his parents must be worried about him, and Lu Wu-bing couldn't help but feel eager to return home.

He thought about going to inform his adoptive mother before heading down the mountain.

"With my current swordsmanship level, as long as I'm a little careful, self-preservation should be basically fine."

He pondered for a moment.

After bathing, Lu Wu-bing ate breakfast in the mess hall, shouldered his packed bag, and went to the Celestial Star Hall to find Qin Huaiying.

"Is that Senior Brother Lu? Here to pay respects to the Mistress, right?"

A young girl, only eleven or twelve years old, covered her mouth and giggled, shyly looking Lu Wu-bing up and down, unable to tear her eyes away.

"What should I call you, Junior Sister?"

These past few days, whenever Lu Wu-bing went to the mess hall, some ordinary male and female disciples would secretly discuss him nearby, stealing glances at him from time to time.

He didn't know what news they had heard.

Or perhaps, the fact that the Sect Master, Ouyang Zheng, had taken another personal disciple after several years was particularly intriguing.

It was understandable that the disciples from the lower ranks would discuss it in hushed tones.

Lu Wu-bing even felt a bit like he was back in his previous life, attending school.

He would just smile gently at these "junior brothers and junior sisters," eliciting waves of shrieks.

He was eager to practice his sword, so he wasn't bored enough to chat with these ordinary disciples. At this moment, he didn't even know the name of the female disciple in front of him.

"Senior Brother Lu can just call me Xiao Su. My name is Su Mei."

The young girl seemed particularly timid. She answered softly, then quickly added, "Senior Brother, please wait here for a moment. Or, I can go inform her."

That was the back courtyard, and it wasn't convenient for male disciples to enter directly.

"No need, Xiao Su. You can go about your business."

A yellow blur shot out from the back courtyard like the wind.

Her dress fluttered.

A fragrant scent wafted through the air...

Before the person had even steadied herself, she exclaimed joyfully, "Junior Brother, you've finally decided to come out of that courtyard! I haven't practiced sword with you for days, and my hands are itching."

As she spoke, she reached for her sword.

"Wait."

Lu Wu-bing quickly stopped her, his expression serious. "Senior Sister, your injuries haven't fully healed yet. There will be plenty of time to practice sword later; there's no need to rush."

His spiritual sense was even sharper now.

He could tell that although Ouyang Lan had improved considerably, she was still weak and fatigued, her face pale with little color.

Clearly, the aftereffects of using her ultimate move, the [Yaoguang Scatter], last time had not completely disappeared.

With this thought, Lu Wu-bing felt he really needed to diligently study the unique needle technique, the [Six Yang Divine Needles].

To have such a skilled physician at home and not learn from her was like begging for food while sitting on a pile of gold.

"Are you worried about me? It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about. I'll be fine soon. Oh, why are you carrying a bag? Are you going down the mountain?"

Ouyang Lan habitually boasted a little, then noticed the bag on Lu Wu-bing's shoulder and suddenly became a bit downcast.