Aura Healing

A wisp of spiritual energy entered the Jade Bamboo Meridian from the wrist.

Yu Zhu's expression changed drastically. She tried to pull her hand away, but the fingers that Ling Guang was holding on her wrist felt incredibly heavy, making it impossible for her to move.

The expected backlash from the divine soul imprint did not occur, and Yu Zhu frowned as she stared at the spiritual light.

Lingguang smiled and withdrew his hand. "Wonderful! Your meridians have been expanded to twice their original size. With the seal blocking them, they can now simultaneously contain spiritual and magical power. This method is truly... ingenious."

"Could you give me a drop of your blood?"

Yu Zhu became alert and immediately pulled her hand away from the table. "What do you need blood for?"

Lingguang didn't answer; his expression seemed frozen.

Outside the hall, Jingxu saw that Yuzhu and Lingguang seemed to be at an impasse. Worry appeared in his eyes. He took a few steps forward, but was blocked by the barrier.

Shao Zaihuan, who was pounding medicine as if venting his frustration, stopped and looked into the hall. Yuzhu reached out her hand again.

With his palm facing down and his fingertips trembling slightly, a drop of blood fell into Lingguang's palm.

Lingguang condensed a point of white light at her fingertips with her other hand and touched the drop of blood.

“So you have demon blood.” Lingguang took a white handkerchief, wet it, and wiped her hands as she said, “Your bloodline is thinner than that of a half-demon. I guess one of your parents was a half-demon. The fact that you survived having your meridians forcibly opened might be due to this bit of demon blood.”

He looked puzzled. "But you already have magic power, so how can you cultivate the spiritual path? Humans are indeed interesting."

Yu Zhu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He had been talking about the demon bloodline for a long time, but that wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"The divine soul imprint within you seems to be connected to that one from before, as if they share the same origin. His divine soul was flawed, and you came here to repair it, is that right?"

Yu Zhu calmed down and said, "Exactly."

"But if the soul seal is removed, the worms inside the girl's body will not be able to suppress the demonic energy."

Yu Zhu remained calm. This man was rambling on and on; he must have a way.

But then her inspiration faltered, and Yu Zhu could only ask, "Then what should I do?"

The light seemed to have triggered a program, saying, "I observe that the sword you wear carries a chilling aura. The cultivation technique you practice must be of the cold nature. If it is cold to the extreme, it may be able to freeze the demonic power within your meridians."

Freezing magic? That sounds feasible.

"How exactly should that soul imprint be removed?"

Lingguang seemed not to hear, "Miss, you can clean the room on the right near the main hall and stay there temporarily. I will prescribe medicine to enhance your cold nature."

"You still haven't told us how to remove the soul imprint?"

Lingguang didn't answer, only staring intently at Yuzhu.

Yu Zhu had no choice but to walk out of the hall.

Jingxu pulled up Yuzhu's right hand; only a thin line of blood remained on the tip of her ring finger. "Senior Sister, are you alright?"

"What does he want your blood for?" Shao Zaihuan, who had stopped grinding medicine, interjected.

Yu Zhu glared at him, "What's it to you!"

“He also asked me to clean the house, the first room on the right,” Yuzhu said to Jingxu.

Shao Zaihuan's expression turned cold.

Jingxu: "Let's take a look at Senior Sister's room first."

The two entered the first room on the right. The room was simply furnished with just a bed and a tea table.

When you look at Jingxu's room, it is indeed much better. In addition to the bed and tea table, there is a desk, bookshelf, wardrobe, and even a bathtub.

They quickly tidied themselves up using their spiritual power, and then went to find Lingguang.

Lingguang conjured up a pile of herbs that looked like they had just been picked, and instructed Yuzhu to remove the withered branches and leaves.

Seeing that the herbs had almost covered half the courtyard, Yu Zhu raised her hand and unleashed a burst of spiritual energy, causing the herbs to float into the air.

"Ouch!" Yu Zhu suddenly pulled her hand back.

"What's wrong, Senior Sister?"

She glanced at it and saw a red mark on the back of her hand.

Jingxu threw the water ladle back into the bucket, splashing a large amount of water droplets that smeared Shao Zaihuan's face.

"Spiritual power cannot be used to process herbs," came the faint voice of the spirit.

"Why?"

Yu Zhu was puzzled. Using spiritual power shouldn't have any effect, right? She had seen that the medical clinics in the cultivation world also used spiritual power to process herbs.

Shao Zaihuan gloated, "There's no reason why, just do what he says."

Yu Zhu glanced at him disapprovingly, then said to Jing Xu, who was using his spiritual power to remove the red marks, "I'm fine, you can go do your thing."

"I've already finished."

Yu Zhu: "Hmm?"

"He asked me to water the flowers in the yard, but there were only five pots of flowers in the yard."

Yu Zhu looked towards the wall and, sure enough, there were only five thin, weak plants.

"Didn't that old man arrange anything else for you?" Shao Zaihuan said indignantly.

"No."

Yu Zhu did indeed sense Ling Guang's favoritism towards Jing Xu.

She couldn't help but use this opportunity to mock Shao Zaihuan: "People are just different. Some people are likable, while others are just annoying."

"Hmph, you're not the one who's popular, so what's there to be proud of?"

“Young Master Shao, you should start by grinding the medicine. Your task is probably no easier than ours.” Jing Xu deliberately emphasized the word “we.”

Shao Zaihuan was speechless and increased the force with which he swung the pestle.

Although she won the argument, Yuzhu still had to sit in the courtyard and tend to the herbs. Jingxu sat beside her and also picked up some herbs to work with.

Yu Zhu had initially wondered if Ling Guang would stop Jing Xu and let her tidy up by herself, or even exempt them from the task altogether. But in reality, he didn't care about it at all, quietly sitting in the hall turning pages and writing.

He didn't care even when Shao Zaihuan occasionally slacked off.

The act of sorting herbs brought back memories of her childhood. She sorted them out casually, and by sunset, she had gathered quite a few.

Lingguang came out and stopped them. He asked Shao Zaihuan to send the ground medicine powder into the medicine room and instructed Yuzhu to mix the prepared herbs with water and boil them into a medicinal soup. This time, Jingxu was not given any such task.

Finally, Jingxu prepared the medicinal soup, and Lingguang poured it into the bathtub in Jingxu's room, instructing him to soak in it.

After Lingguang left, the room was filled with steam and the smell of medicine was strong.

Yu Zhu looked at the brownish medicinal soup in the bucket. "Can I soak my feet in this? Is it safe?"

Jingxu: "Lingguang said that my current physical strength cannot withstand the pain of repairing the soul, and I need to use medicinal soup to temper my body first."

"Did he tell you exactly how to fix it? I asked him but he didn't respond."

"No, he only said he needed to temper his body."

Yu Zhu's brow furrowed in frustration. "So, do you want to make it?"

"Since we're already here, let's take a bath."

Since she was already here, Yu Zhu never expected to hear those words here.

"Alright, I'll keep an eye on things for you." Yu Zhu gripped the sword in her hand.

Jing Xu paused, then began to undress. Yu Zhu saw his hand touch his belt and immediately turned her gaze away. Why did this scene seem so familiar?

The rustling sound of clothes being taken off stopped, and Yu Zhu looked at Jing Xu, who was only wearing an undergarment.

Jingxu slowly sat into the bathtub, the medicinal bath soaking his clothes and clinging to his lean body.

"How are you feeling?" Yu Zhu asked with concern.

After carefully sensing it, Jingxu said, "I don't feel anything unusual."

Yu Zhu breathed a slight sigh of relief and sat down at the tea table. "That's good."

Suddenly I remembered Shao Zaihuan, wondering what Lingguang wanted him to do.

Yu Zhu peered through the crack in the door. The firelight in the pharmacy flickered, and there seemed to be a whooshing sound of wind.

Yu Zhu sat down again, staring intently at Jing Xu.

Slowly, Jingxu's gaze moved downwards, landing blankly on Yuzhu's skirt, where her body, beneath the dark medicinal soup, tensed slightly.

"Is it too hot? Do you want me to add some cold water?"

Yu Zhu looked at the sweat on Jing Xu's forehead and his flushed skin and asked.

Jingxu's breath hitched. "No need. Perhaps this is the effect we wanted."

"That makes sense. Lingguang should be making medicine for Shao Zaihuan right now, and I'll definitely be next. Wasn't he writing the prescription today?"

Yu Zhu recalled Ling Guang writing at his desk during the day and suddenly stood up, saying, "We should find a chance to look at the books Ling Guang flipped through today."

Jingxu also remembered that Lingguang had indeed read a few books.

"I don't know if Lingguang has a habit of sleeping. I'll go to the main room to check on him while he's not outside."

Jing Xu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Senior Sister, be careful."

Yu Zhu tiptoed out of the house and heard the whistling wind coming from the medicine room. She walked to the place where Ling Guang wrote during the day. There were several prescriptions on the surface. Yu Zhu could vaguely recognize a few cold-natured herbs in the prescription at the top.

Could this be for her?

A stack of books, about half an arm's length high, was piled on the table. Yu Zhu glanced at them one by one: Soul Transfer Notes, Soul Exorcism Techniques, Soul Repair Manual, Soul Weapon Collection Record...

"What is all this nonsense?" Yu Zhu cursed inwardly.

Yu Zhu first took out the Soul Repair Manual, quickly browsed through it, and found that it was all about how to repair one's soul after being injured, which did not match Jing Xu's situation.

Looking at the Soul Weapon Collection Record, Yu Zhu turned to the first page and saw the words "Soul-Tethering Silk," instantly becoming alert.

Suddenly, the sound of the medicine shop disappeared. Yu Zhu immediately put the book back in its original place, walked to the front of the hall, and was greeted by Ling Guang.

Before she could speak, Lingguang said, "The medicine for you is ready, please come with me."

Before Yuzhu could respond, Lingguang turned back.

Yu Zhu followed them into the medicine shop, where she was greeted by a wave of heat. In addition to the smell of medicine, there was also the smell of burning firewood.

Lingguang lifted a bubbling medicine pot and poured out a bowl of dark, murky liquid.

"Miss, you may drink this today."

After saying that, without waiting for Yuzhu's reply, he walked back to the main room on his own.

Yu Zhu hesitated, preparing to take the medicine to discuss it with Jing Xu.

"Hey, do you want a drink?" Shao Zaihuan asked, a few pills lying in his hand.

"Drink it, it's normal to take medicine after seeing a doctor." Yu Zhu said, fanning the bowl of medicine with her hand while keeping a second eye on him.

Shao Zaihuan watched her fan the medicine for a while, then chuckled, put the pills away, and went into his room.

Yu Zhu brought the medicine to Jing Xu's room and told him what had just happened.

After pondering for a moment, Jing Xu said, "Senior Sister, you'd better not drink it. We should be careful about what we put in our mouths. I suspect that the Soul of the Silk is what we're looking for. Let's find it first."

"Then you should come out first. What if there's something wrong with this medicinal soup? I wasn't careful enough," Yu Zhu said regretfully.

Jingxu smiled and said, "Senior sister, there's no need to blame yourself. It was my own decision to make this. Making medicinal soup is less risky than drinking medicine, and I can sense that Lingguang has no ill intentions towards me, but towards Senior sister and Young Master Shao..."

Yu Zhu felt the same way. Ling Guang treated the two of them and Jing Xu very differently. Over the next three days, Yu Zhu felt this even more deeply.

Lingguang filled her and Shao Zaihuan's daytime schedule with work, while Jingxu's own task was just watering the flowers, not even enough time to drink a cup of tea.

Later, Yu Zhu found another opportunity to look at the book. It was true that the Soul-Binding Silk could pull down Yu Zhu's soul imprint and bind it to Jing Xu. However, they secretly searched the entire thatched hut but could not find anything that resembled the Soul-Binding Silk.

Meanwhile, they discovered that Shao Zaihuan was also looking for something, and that his temper had been getting worse these past few days, which also increased Yuzhu's irritability.

Upon receiving the letter from the disciples of the Yingtian Sect outside, Yuzhu's unease reached its peak. Demonic cultivators had attacked her and Jingxu's stand-ins outside, and their disguise had been exposed.

Another day passed, and Lingguang suddenly called the three of them out.