Explaining Spiritual Energy Backlash with Valvular Regurgitation-A Dimensionality-Reduction Strike Felt So Good

Kim Seon-a stopped holding the teacup.

He knew.

He knew it the moment she sat down...

Gu Moran didn't rush to explain. He first picked up the copper kettle on the table, poured himself half a cup of tea, and tapped the spout against the rim of the cup, causing a few drops of water to splash out.

He walked around the low table, stood up in front of her, and didn't sit down.

" Moon Tiger Listens to the Wind, is that its name?"

He weighed the teacup in his hand, as if recalling something insignificant.

" The Goryeo royal family's secret sensory techniques allowed them to hear sounds from afar by listening to the mountain breeze and moonlight..."

"Isn't the princess using this to probe my secrets? Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

Kim Seon-a did not respond.

The Four Tigers Sword hung beside him, the tiger stripes on its blade glowing even brighter than before.

Gu Moran took two steps and stopped three feet away from her.

The moment her toes touched the invisible line, a deep hum filled the air, and a fierce wind of tiger energy rippled out from her body, causing the hem of his robe to flutter backward.

He took a half step back, not annoyed at all, and rubbed the rim of the teacup with his thumb.

" Three-Chi Barrier, no one can approach it; all of Goryeo says it's a gift from the Eastern Peak Tiger Spirit Bloodline..."

He emphasized the word "gift" heavily, with a slight lisp at the end.

"But if you ask me, I think the princess herself couldn't control this layer of qi."

Kim Seon-a slightly pulled her hand away from her knees, her fingers changing from being flat to being half-clenched.

Gu Moran saw her hand.

He didn't move forward. Instead, he stepped back to the low table, switched the teacup to his left hand, and used his right hand to draw a circle on the table.

I've seen a type of symptom in the southwest.

His tone was as casual as if he were talking about street food.

"After the main valve of the heart is damaged, the path of blood and qi return will be disrupted. The spiritual energy that should go to the extremities is forced back into the chest cavity, and it bounces back and forth between the heart and the Tanzhong acupoint."

Over time, in order to protect itself, the body will develop a layer of repellent protective energy membrane on its surface.

He paused, then scratched a line on the table with his fingernail.

"This membrane is not under my control; it will burst if touched by any external force, almost like an allergic reaction."

It's just that ordinary people get rashes from allergies, but princesses get allergies...

It blasts the lifeblood of all living things within a three-foot radius.

Kim Seon-a's breathing rhythm changed.

A very subtle change: the frequency of chest rise and fall changed from one breath every three breaths to one breath every two breaths, and the interval between breaths was half a beat shorter than before.

Gu Moran saw it all.

The system panel floated semi-transparently in the upper right corner of his field of vision, displaying lines of diagnostic data he was used to seeing.

This system is a ready-made template for diagnosis in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine. To put it simply, it combines the diagnosis of valvular regurgitation in modern cardiology with the pulse theory of qi and blood disorder in traditional Chinese medicine, and then applies the spiritual energy and meridian system of this world.

If Shen Ling'er were present, she could probably diagnose about 70-80% of the problem from the pulse.

But Shen Ling'er couldn't feel her pulse.

Within three feet, no one can get close enough to them.

Therefore, no one has ever diagnosed the princess's illness.

She herself may not even know exactly what went wrong.

All I know is that I can't control myself.

"In our Central Plains dialect, the princess's condition is called retrograde valvular heart disease."

Gu Moran made his statement and then took a sip of tea.

"The flow of spiritual energy is not subject to subjective will, and the threshold for triggering the barrier is extremely low, so low that even a gust of wind can stir up fluctuations in the qi."

If the princess is willing to listen to me say a few more words..."

He looked up at her.

"This isn't talent, it's a chronic condition."

Kim Seon-a's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but then she closed them again.

She looked down at her half-clenched hand, on the back of which was an old scar that stretched from the base of her thumb to her wrist bone.

That was left behind when I was seven years old, during my first time losing control.

It's been twelve years.

Throughout Goryeo, everyone said she was born with the Tiger Spirit Physique, possessed by a guardian beast, and that the Three-Chi Forbidden Domain was a divinely bestowed power.

When the ministers in the imperial court knelt before her, their eyes were filled with awe.

But awe and fear look so alike that she can't tell them apart.

I'm too lazy to even bother with the details.

Now, this prince of Great Yan, in a casual tone, cracked open her secret—a secret she had never revealed to anyone in twelve years—like peeling a walnut shell.

Gu Moran placed the teacup back on the low table, the lid making a crisp sound as it tapped.

He returned to the main seat, picked up a peach shortbread, broke it in half, ate it himself, and pushed the other half towards her.

"The snacks won't taste good if they get cold, Your Highness, please have something to eat first. The matters between our two countries aren't urgent; let's discuss them slowly."

Kim Seon-a stared at the half-eaten peach shortbread.

The peach shortbread rested on the edge of the celadon dish, a corner of it broken, with crumbs of pastry scattered on the table.

She didn't reach out to take it.

It's not that I don't want to eat.

She's been a goddess for so long that she's gotten used to no one treating her like a normal human being.

"Your Highness has identified the root cause of the illness."

Her voice was flat, as if she were talking about someone else.

"Then... is there any way to cure it?"

Gu Moran chewed on a peach shortbread, not in a hurry to answer.

He was looking at another set of data on the system panel.

On Kim Seon-a's fate-related panel, there was a name that stood out conspicuously.

Xie Linyuan: The male protagonist of destiny, the young master of the Vajra Sect, First Rank master, wielding the Golden Wheel, gentle and refined, who accidentally entered the sacred mountain of Goryeo while traveling around and bumped into her practicing sword alone.

The tagline is: Mutual unrequited love, a fateful bond.

These words were followed by a long timeline.

The two first met on a cliff in the sacred mountain. Xie Linyuan wanted to help her up, but was pushed back ten feet by the barrier. He became curious and fell in love at first sight.

After that, he stayed outside the sacred mountain every day, never getting close or touching her, watching her practice swordsmanship, gaze at the moon, and sit alone all day long through the three-zhang mountain wind.

Kim Seon-a developed feelings for him, but she was more clear-headed than anyone else.

I love him, so I can never touch him for the rest of my life.

The system's evaluation section states it very clearly: the fates of these two are deeply intertwined, their original trajectory being a mutual obsession to die for each other, with Zero Physical Contact their lives, ending in an extreme sadomasochistic relationship.

Gu Moran swallowed the last bite of peach shortbread and wiped the grease off her fingers with a handkerchief.

Xie Linyuan...

From the Vajra Sect.

First Rank.

He's much better than him.

He's also a hopeless romantic who indulges in Platonic love.

Gu Moran weighed the significance of this information.

The destined male protagonist and the destined female protagonist are bound together. Judging from the Heavenly Dao things have always been, if this thread isn't broken, something unexpected will happen sooner or later.

Moreover, Kim Seon-a herself is a top -Second Rank -rank fighter, coupled with the Four Tigers Sword in her possession and the resources of the entire Goryeo royal family...

No, no, that won't do.

We must intercept it.

It must belong to me!

How to cut it is another matter; for now, let's cast the hook out.

"Rule?"

Gu Moran folded the handkerchief twice and threw it on the table, leaned back in her chair, and rested her legs crossed on the edge of the low table.

"It can be cured."

He spoke casually, as if he were saying it might rain tomorrow.

"But it depends on whether the princess is willing to part with it."

Kim Seon-a raised her eyes.

The two people stared at each other across the table.

Gu Moran picked up the freshly brewed tea and blew away the foam.

"Princess, please have some tea first."

He smiled.

"Since we're already here..."