Lu Qingshan placed his fingers on Li Pingsheng's left wrist.
Seventy percent of his meridians were severed.
An ordinary person would have been a rotting corpse by now.
Something twitched beneath his fingers.
It wasn't a pulse.
It was some kind of force?
Purple arcs of electricity flickered beneath the flesh.
Lu Qingshan jerked his hand back.
His dantian was shattered—how could this thing still be here?
Li Pingsheng's consciousness drifted through the void.
Broken meridians filled his surroundings.
The area around his dantian was nothing but a black hole, ringed by a chaotic mess of tears and ruptures.
The words on the Thunder Stele exploded in his mind.
[Thunder is the pivot of heaven and earth] [Break, then rise; destroy, then live anew]
A tiny wisp of purple lightning emerged from the deepest part of the black hole.
It did not mend his meridians. Instead, it clung to the fragments of his dantian.
The violet electricity turned into a paste.
One fragment was drawn over and welded to another.
Li Pingsheng gritted his teeth in the darkness.
He did not resist.
Since it was broken, then he would forge a new one from scratch!
The purple lightning raced through the unbroken [Resilient Meridians], welding back together the blasted inner walls.
Every weld made his muscles twitch.
On the bed, Li Pingsheng's body stretched taut as a bowstring, veins bulging across his forehead.
The layer of ice on his right arm grew even thicker.
The chill from the Spirit-Subduing Jade crept outward along the bedframe, and the temperature in the room kept plunging.
Lu Qingshan rubbed his hands together, his eyes fixed on the jade pressed to Yunmei's chest.
The cold aura was still drilling into Li Pingsheng's physical body.
He had to remove the jade.
He