Li Xiang saw what was wrong with Lin Xuanshu at a glance.
In a place of extreme yin like the Netherworld, forcibly using a forbidden Daoist School art that sealed away one's vitality was practically the same as putting one's soul in an ice cave to freeze.
Given enough time, yin energy would seep into the marrow. Even a true disciple with a profound Dao Foundation could not escape having his soul frozen until it cracked.
"Don't speak."
Li Xiang wasted no words and immediately activated the trait of his [Physician] profession.
He held two fingers together like a needle, a gentle layer of pure Daoist qi rising around his fingertips, and swiftly tapped several major acupoints on Lin Xuanshu's chest.
[Benevolent Healer's Heart], combined with that thread of supreme yang energy from [Martial Dao Pure Yang], forced its way into Lin Xuanshu's body like a breath of spring breeze, driving out the cold death qi invading his heart meridians bit by bit.
A full stick of incense burned away.
Only then did the ghastly green tinge on Lin Xuanshu's face gradually fade, restoring some of a living person's color.
He exhaled a long breath of foul air laced with frost and leaned against the bone wall, drained of strength.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Li." Lin Xuanshu gave a weak smile, his eyes full of gratitude.
"If not for your exquisite medical skills and pure yang energy, this body of mine would likely have remained in the Netherworld, leaving me a lonely, wandering ghost."
"You're too kind, Daoist Xuan Shu. We're simply sharing the same boat."
Li Xiang withdrew his hand and sat cross-legged opposite Lin Xuanshu, his expression turning utterly grave.
"Daoist, did you see what happened outside the city gates just now?" Li Xiang went straight to the