At that thought, Su Yueli could not help recalling every detail of how she had remodeled Han Yu's body the night before.
She translated the physical force field's microscopic compression into muscle tension and skeletal exertion through specific bodily postures, and simplified the process of forcibly stitching meridians together into a particular breathing rhythm.
In just half an hour, the complete framework of an introductory cultivation art gradually took shape in her mind.
She named this art the "Blood-Locking Art."
Its core lay in a single principle: strengthen sinews and bones externally, lock vitality within.
It required no spiritual energy from heaven and earth. Through breathing and exertion postures alone, it would seal the energy absorbed from food deep inside the bone marrow, cutting off the natural dissipation of Qi and Blood and thereby greatly slowing the aging of internal organs and cells.
This was only the first level. It could extend a mortal's lifespan to around two hundred years, while allowing them to retain the peak combat strength of the Second Realm or Third Realm even at a hundred years of age.
Su Yueli opened her eyes, a trace of satisfaction flashing deep within them.
The foundation of the Eternal Life Martial Sect was now firmly established.
By then, Han Yu had drawn a bucket of clear water from the well and handed it to Lu Chang'an.
"Wash your face and hands clean," Han Yu instructed in a stern voice.
"Thank you, Senior Sister." Lu Chang'an took the bucket without any hesitation and poured the entire bucket of icy water over his head.
The cold water washed away the blood and foul stench clinging to him, revealing a thin little face with sharply defined features. His eyes remained fierce, like those of an untamed wolf cub.
Han Yu brought