"My throat... My asthma from qi deviation is cured!"
"When I circulated my power just now, even the old injury in my knee healed..."
"I... no, this isn't bad, it's good! The damaged part of my dantian has healed, my power is circulating faster, and I'm about to recover. Please, everyone, stand guard for me."
After saying that, the disciple sat down cross-legged on the spot and began his breakthrough.
Healing Residence.
It was where disciples who had contributed to the Sky Firmament Sect but suffered difficult-to-heal injuries resided.
More than a hundred people lived in the Healing Residence. The sect provided everything they needed—food, clothing, and daily necessities. Though they could not compare to elders, they lived no worse than wealthy mortals.
The state of a Healing Residence had the greatest impact on a sect's morale.
After all, anyone could be injured, and everyone would grow old.
The Healing Residence had always been quiet, but now cries suddenly erupted everywhere.
"My leg can move again..."
"My eyes can see again..."
"The meridians in both my hands have healed and opened..."
The Healing Residence descended into chaos as the injured disciples gathered together.
"So the bitter, foul medicinal vapor from earlier really worked?"
"Rubbish! Look at my left arm. It had been useless for eighteen years, and now I can swing it in circles!" the old man said as he whirled his arm around.
"Alright, alright, take it easy, old sir. Don't let your arm recover only for you to swing it crooked again."
"Ha, it's nothing. I'll just swing it back into place."
"But I held my breath just now because I thought it was poisonous gas. I only absorbed a little. The minor ailments on my body got better, but my meridians still haven't fully recovered."
"Idiot! What