Yun Sheng glanced at Changqingzi's wretched state.
A mighty nascent soul expert was hiding outside the door, picking up leftovers to eat, and shedding grateful tears over them.
She fled the dining room and headed straight for the West Side Courtyard.
After shutting the door tightly, Yun Sheng flung herself onto the Wooden Couch.
There was no time to set up a warding formation. She sat cross-legged and closed her eyes.
The terrifyingly vast power of blood and vitality within her fully dispersed. Like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, it surged through every meridian and acupoint in her body.
"Crack... crack, crack..."
Faint cracking sounds came from deep within her meridians.
Fifty years ago, Yun Sheng's master, Madam Yun, had attempted to possess her. Yun Sheng had detonated her Life-Bound Dharma Artifact to kill her attacker, but her cultivation had fallen from the peak of core formation to the late stage, and her meridians had suffered tears that would not heal.
In a place as poor in spiritual energy as the Shennong Blessed Land, she had spent fifty years merely keeping her injuries from worsening.
Now, the boundless vitality of a core formation great demon flooded into her.
Under that utterly pure flood of vitality, the hidden injuries that had plagued her for half a century crumbled away, inch by inch. Her severed meridians reconnected, becoming even tougher than before.
Half an hour later.
Yun Sheng's eyes snapped open. She spat out a mouthful of black, foul-smelling stagnant blood.
Her lingering injuries had healed completely.
She examined her dantian. The false core that had remained dim for fifty years now radiated dazzling golden light.
Even her cultivation had improved a little.
Yun Sheng leaned against the bed rail, breathing rapidly.
She raised her hands and looked at