Last night, he tried to channel the medicinal power to heal his wounds all night but failed, and he still couldn't channel the spiritual power.

"Alas, the body of all laws has been destroyed, which is indeed troublesome."

Ye Chen sighed helplessly.

However, the medicinal power still flowed throughout his body, helping his physical recovery a little.

"Although I was unable to channel my spiritual energy, I have finally regained some strength in my body."

Ye Chen clenched his fists, feeling the weak power in his body.

He got up from the bed, opened the door and walked out of the room.

The morning sun shone on him, covering him with a golden coat.

In the small courtyard, Ruoxi and Xiaodie sat under the rockery where Ye Chen basked in the sun every day.

He had a worried look on his face, holding a sword in his hand, but had no intention of practicing with it.

Seeing Ye Chen appear, the two of them immediately stood up and greeted him.

"Brother, are you feeling better?"

Ruoxi asked with concern, her eyes falling on Ye Chen.

Noticing that Ye Chen was not using a cane today, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"Well, it's a magical medicine after all, so it should have some effect."

As Ye Chen spoke, he slowly walked towards the rockery step by step.

Although his steps were slow, they were much steadier than yesterday.

"Grandpa, those are three magical herbs! And they only have a little effect!"

Xiaodie widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief.

She became even more curious about how Ye Chen got injured.

However, she now longed for Ye Chen to come up with a sword technique.

Xiaodie's mind was in a tangle of thoughts, like a kitten scratching a ball of yarn.