Yang Chen looked at the unconscious He Fang, sat down, and gave her a rough examination.
After inspecting her slightly, he found the location of He Fang's wound.
The wound ran downward from her chest—a ghastly, viciously split gash that still had not healed. The rotten flesh around it showed just how severe her injuries were.
For martial artists, ordinary injuries could easily be healed by infusing them with true qi. If a wound remained unhealed for a long time, or if ordinary medical treatment proved useless, then the condition was far from ordinary.
"Younger Brother Yang Chen, what exactly is wrong with He Fang's injury? Can you see what caused it?" Fu Yueyin asked curiously.
Yang Chen frowned as he examined He Fang's wound. With a grasp of his hand, he swept his true qi inside and pinched out a pale blue particle.
The blue particle gave off gusts of cold air. Simply holding it allowed one to feel its shocking chill, and after holding it for too long, even one's fingers would grow numb. If it remained inside a wound, healing would be out of the question; it would already be fortunate if the victim stayed alive.
One or two such particles would have been one thing, but in truth, He Fang's body contained far more than just one kind of similar particle.
It was precisely the presence of these particles that had prevented He Fang's injuries from healing.
Yang Chen said gravely, "These particles are an extremely yin technique. Within the Central Capital region, is there any faction capable of using such a method? Sister Fu, you should have some idea, shouldn't you?"
Fu Yueyin sank into thought. Only after a long while did she say, "Among extremely yin techniques, aside from Elder Xieyun, the various other