Li Pingsheng stared fixedly at Lu Qingshan.
"Brother Lu, tell us what happened."
Lu Qingshan swallowed and pointed at the invisible vortex beside Yunmei.
"Five years ago, an old herb gatherer died from this very condition."
"The old man said this was Spirit Aperture leakage."
"For someone born with a Spirit Aperture, once it is forced open by an external power, their meridians simply cannot bear it."
"The more spiritual energy gathers, the more it accumulates. In the end, it bursts the body apart and turns the person into a lump of mangled flesh."
Li Pingsheng's gaze swept over Yunmei's bluish arm.
The tiny veins had swollen to their limit, like countless worms writhing beneath her skin.
"I'll go fetch Shen Tong right now."
In less than half the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Li Pingsheng dragged Shen Tong toward the rear courtyard.
The old apothecary panted heavily. His medicine chest struck the threshold, nearly sending him flying.
The moment he entered, Shen Tong stopped short.
The withered potted plants, yellowing lotus leaves, and bone-piercing cold air made the old man shudder.
Li Pingsheng shifted half a step to the side.
"Please examine her pulse."
Shen Tong set down his medicine chest and tremblingly took out a silver needle, bringing it toward Yunmei.
The needle tip had only just touched the skin of Yunmei's wrist.
Crack.
The silver needle had broken.
A layer of white frost coated the broken end.
Shen Tong took two steps back, shaking his head without stop.
"Ah, I can't solve this either."
"This isn't an illness at all."
Li Pingsheng curled his fingers into a fist, his knuckles cracking.
It couldn't be treated?!
Was this old man shirking responsibility?
That really wouldn't do!
Killing him would be useless.
He had to squeeze