Repairing the Dantian
Jiang Zhuoxue is indeed a formidable character, but his prowess is limited to killing.
Just as Sang Ying had guessed, he had no way to completely cure Sang Ying. Sang Ying's Dantian was severely damaged, and the Golden Core had turned into countless fragments, constantly destroying her Dantian.
All Jiang Zhuoxue could do was use her own Spiritual Power to digest those Golden Core fragments and then seal Sang Ying's already damaged Dantian.
"This method can only stop your Spiritual Power from leaking out, but the damage to your Dantian is irreversible. Even if it's sealed, your Dantian will never be able to store Spiritual Qi again," Jiang Zhuoxue told Sang Ying frankly.
Cultivation is essentially a process of absorbing and storing Spiritual Qi. The more Spiritual Qi a cultivator can store in their Dantian, the higher their cultivation level. But now Jiang Zhuoxue is telling Sang Ying that her Dantian can no longer store Spiritual Qi.
Does this mean that Sang Ying will only ever reach the first or second level of Qi Refinement?
Sang Ying frowned and remained silent.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhuoxue quickly added, "However, since I promised to help you, I naturally won't go back on my word. Do you believe that a cultivator can still cultivate even without Dantian, and might even cultivate faster than when they had Dantian?"
Sang Ying's brow twitched. "Please enlighten me, senior."
"The Dantian is merely a storage area for Spiritual Qi, also known as Qi Vortex. However, a cultivator's body contains more than one Qi Vortex. The Dantian is simply the easiest to activate. Even if you lose this one, you can still cultivate by using other Qi Vortex."
Sang Ying asked calmly, "Then where exactly are the other Qi Vortex?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhuoxue laboriously extended her right hand, whose chain had been severed, and gently touched Sang Ying's forehead. "Besides your Dantian, this is your best choice."
"Besides that, there's also your chest and limbs. As long as you master the method of opening the Qi Vortex, you'll be able to open multiple Qi Vortex as your cultivation level gradually increases. At that time, even if you only have the cultivation level of Golden Core cultivator, the Spiritual Power you can use will become several times that of other Golden Core cultivators!"
Jiang Zhuoxue's voice was soft and gentle, yet it possessed a tremendous allure.
Even someone as aloof as Sang Ying couldn't help but be drawn to the scene he described.
"Please teach me, senior!" At this moment, Sang Ying's words were utterly sincere.
Jiang Zhuoxue sensed the burning passion in her heart and chuckled softly, "Alright, then I'll grant your wish!"
He brought his long, slender index and middle fingers together and pressed them sharply against Sang Ying's forehead.
A surge of immense Spiritual Power suddenly poured from his fingertips into Sang Ying's brow. Sang Ying did not dodge, allowing the Spiritual Power to penetrate her.
At that moment, she felt as if her head had been split open by an axe, with something constantly pouring in, seemingly determined to burst her head open.
She bit her lower lip tightly, refusing to make a sound. Beads of sweat kept appearing on her forehead, and in just a few breaths, Sang Ying was completely soaked in sweat.
She tried hard to control herself and not writhe in pain on the floor.
Jiang Zhuoxue, standing before her, lowered her eyes and "looked" at her, her smoky gray eyes reflecting Sang Ying's current miserable state.
Sang Ying knew that this person must be in just as much pain as she was. But even though she was in so much pain, Jiang Zhuoxue seemed completely unaffected, still smiling, without showing the slightest sign of pain.
So, is he really afraid of pain?
For some reason, Sang Ying suddenly thought of this.
Her thoughts were still jumbled, and Sang Ying had completely fainted from the pain. When she woke up again, she could feel her head still throbbing, but it wasn't as bad as before.
Moreover, it seemed that a new vortex had appeared in her sea of consciousness.
The vortex relentlessly absorbed Spiritual Qi, like a ravenous beast that never knew when to stop feasting.
The Spiritual Qi it absorbed was quickly transformed into Spiritual Power, flowing through Sang Ying's meridians.
"Finally awake! If you hadn't woken up, your sword spirit would have torn my cave apart," Jiang Zhuoxue complained helplessly.
Sang Ying looked up and saw that the other person's face was much paler than before, and there was a small wound on his lower lip, with bright red blood staining his lips.
Upon seeing this, Sang Ying raised her hand and touched it, and sure enough, she felt the same wound on her lower lip.
Before she could say anything, the Dragon Abyss Sword suddenly flew into her arms, sobbing, "You scared me to death! I thought you weren't going to wake up! You have no idea how pale you were. I called you so many times but you didn't move. I was really terrified!"
Sang Ying raised her hand and touched the hilt of her sword. "I'm sorry, I won't be so impulsive next time."
After being comforted by Sang Ying, Gu Shu reluctantly expressed that he had reluctantly forgiven her.
"I've already helped you, and I need to rest now. You two should leave for now!" Perhaps not wanting to see the two of them being all lovey-dovey, Jiang Zhuoxue immediately gave them the order to leave.
Sang Ying had originally planned to leave, since she had just activated her Qi Vortex and needed to go back to consolidate her power.
Before leaving, however, she took out a small white porcelain bottle from her Storage Bag and placed it in front of Jiang Zhuoxue.
"I am truly sorry for causing you trouble and getting injured, senior. I have nothing of value, but if you don't mind, please make do with this ointment!" This was a wound medicine made for her by Nan Gurong, and it was naturally made with spiritual herbs that Sang Ying brought back from the Qishan Secret Realm.
These spiritual herbs are valuable. If given the chance, Sang Ying will definitely find some more to carry with her, just in case.
After Sang Ying left, the vines on Jiang Zhuoxue's shoulder slowly reached over, hooked the white porcelain bottle, and brought it to his lips.
He sniffed the ointment inside and quickly detected the scent of several spirit medicine.
"She's quite fortuitous opportunity." Any one of these spirit medicine would probably fetch tens of thousands of Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones at auction.
That little monk actually used it to apply to his lips.
While he was lost in thought, the vine had already uncorked the bottle and smeared some ointment all over its master's mouth.
Jiang Zhuoxue, whose mouth was completely smeared:... I've been so intelligent all my life, how could I have raised such an idiot like you!
The Devil Realm, the Demon Lord's Palace.
In the palace, which was shrouded in Demonic Qi year-round, two righteous cultivators suddenly appeared. One of them was the renowned Immortal Venerable Yanchen.
As soon as this news broke, Fan Nanjun's Devil Palace suddenly saw a surge in visitors.
Although he is the Demon Lord, the Devil Race has always valued strength, and many powerful demon generals covet his position.
Fan Nanjun had probably been living a comfortable life for too long and was momentarily blinded by Su Fuyun. A dignified Demon Lord actually went to the Flowing Light Sword Sect to make things difficult for a Golden Core cultivator.
Now, not only has his cultivation level plummeted after being stabbed in the back, but he has also ended up protecting Gu Huaiwei in the palace.
Isn't this just handing over leverage to the other demon generals?
The demon generals, who already coveted the position of Demon Lord, naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. They all crowded around the door, demanding an explanation from the Demon Lord.