Inside the stone chamber, Han Li sat cross-legged. His aura was weak, but much steadier than it had been a few days earlier. The Clear-Nourishing Pill Daoist Qing Xuan had left him had a gentle, lingering effect, barely protecting his heart meridians and keeping his injuries from worsening. Yet the cracks in his golden core remained alarmingly deep, and his meridians resembled dried riverbeds, through which spiritual power flowed sluggishly and with difficulty. Trying to regain his strength through pills and basic cultivation techniques alone was like throwing a cup of water onto a burning cartload of firewood.
He took out the jade slip Qing Xuan had left him, which recorded the Profound Yin Spirit-Fusion Art, and sank his spiritual sense into it. This art was neither an offensive nor a defensive technique, but an extraordinarily subtle supporting method. Its essence lay in guiding and refining external yin-aspected energy in a special way, then gently integrating it into one's spiritual power and flesh. It was particularly adept at repairing damage caused by yin cold and fiendish energy, and could even nourish the golden core and stabilize one's foundation.
It's actually a supreme healing art designed specifically for cultivators of the Profound Yin lineage! The more Han Li read, the more astonished he became. Its exquisite handling of yin-aspected energy far surpassed the methods in the Foundation Establishment section of the Profound Fiend Asura Art. Many of its concepts were entirely unheard of-it was practically tailored to his current condition! Daoist Qing Xuan had casually produced such a secret art. He could not possibly be just an ordinary independent cultivator!
Was this a probe? Or a gesture of goodwill?
Han Li's gaze flickered, his wariness deepening. But with his injuries so severe, the Profound Yin Spirit-Fusion Art truly was his only