A magical glass-like light spread out from Mu Hanyan, enveloping Jian Wuchen.
Jian Wuchen was smiling at first, as if he was looking at a child showing off his favorite toy. However, when he heard Ye Yanran's singing and saw the colorful phantom light, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly became solemn.
Mu Hanyan used her spiritual sense to focus on Jian Wuchen's meridians, but found no obvious changes. Obviously, even the innate magical power of divine protection could not heal Jian Wuchen's injuries.
"Forget it if it doesn't work. I've actually given up hope for a long time. If it can be cured, it would be a great opportunity. If it can't be cured, it's just fate." Jian Wuchen also felt that his meridians had not changed much and smiled casually. Inwardly, he secretly laughed at himself: It seems that I'm overthinking it. It's just an ordinary divine protection innate magical power, how can I connect it to that?
If it was any other injury, the girl's natural talent wouldn't be a big problem, but if she wanted to heal her own injury, it would be far from enough. However, it was a good intention after all, and she couldn't embarrass others too much.
Jian Wuchen hadn't held much hope in the first place, so naturally he wouldn't have much hope either, but he thought sympathetically.
At this moment, Mu Hanyan suddenly flicked the sword tip, and her fingertips passed across the sword edge.
A drop of blood dripped down her finger and landed on Jian Wuchen's arm.
As soon as it touched Jian Wuchen's arm, the blood turned golden. A golden light suddenly bloomed, and the drop of blood had already seeped into Jian Wuchen's skin, just like a raindrop seeping into the dry earth after a long drought.
"Divine Blood Healing, it really is the Divine Blood Healing Technique!" Jian Wuchen exclaimed, his whole body trembling with excitement.
As he exclaimed, the drop of golden blood had completely seeped into Jian Wuchen's body. Although it was only a small drop, the surface of his skin was filled with a faint golden glow.
Mu Hanyan had been paying attention to every change in his body with her spiritual sense. At this moment, she was surprised to find that a strange power was flowing through his eight extraordinary meridians. Although this power was so subtle, if she had not practiced the Divine Martial Soul Training Technique long ago, her spiritual sense was much stronger than that of an ordinary sword master, and she would not have been able to detect it at all.
But this power was so mysterious and magical, as if it possessed endless supernatural powers. As this power traveled throughout Jian Wuchen's body, the meridians in Jian Wuchen's right arm, which had been completely lifeless and as thin as a dead tree, actually regained vitality.
Jian Wuchen's right hand trembled as he slowly drew out the sword and slashed it into the air.
"You", the sword crossed the sky.
While lacking the earth-shattering grandeur expected of a Sword Saint, this sword beam was incredibly pure, imbued with a divinely illuminated aura, and serene and peaceful, as if it could dispel all darkness and slaughter. Most importantly, this sword beam was energized entirely by the sage's inner energy, wielded with the same right arm that had been useless for a thousand years.
The sword light lasted for a very short time. Jin Qisheng, who had just walked down the Holy Sword Peak, suddenly felt a sense of it. He raised his head abruptly and saw the sword light flashing across the sky.
"Whose sword skill is this? It's so sacred and righteous!" Jin Qisheng was surprised.
Although there are many masters in the Holy Court, he does not know who else can use such sword skills except the Holy Lord. However, although this sword is full of righteousness, it obviously has no power and is obviously not from the Holy Lord's hand.
"Could it be Jian Wuchen's Dustless Sword?" Jin Qisheng's mind suddenly moved, but he quickly shook his head and thought to himself, "Impossible, it absolutely cannot be him. Even the medical masters of the Holy Court can't cure his injuries. I've tried my best over the years but still can't do anything. Who can heal his injuries? That little girl is so arrogant and ignorant, can I really believe what she says?"
Thinking of this, Jin Qisheng was full of disdain. A little girl who was less than 20 years old, relying on her family background and cultivation, dared to speak arrogantly and was ignorant of the immensity of the world!
Thinking of Mu Hanyan, he thought of his brother's death. He felt disgusted and didn't bother to think about it anymore.
On the Holy Court Peak, others also noticed the sword light that streaked across the sky, but the sword was not very powerful at all, and it disappeared too quickly, so they did not think much of it.
Only Mu Hanyan looked at Jian Wuchen in astonishment. With the experience of two lifetimes, coupled with the cultivation of a late-stage Great Swordsman, she easily recognized the power of this sword. It was so sacred and solemn, so full of righteousness. It was only at this moment that Jian Wuchen's meridians had just recovered a little vitality, far from being fully healed, and he hadn't yet fully unleashed the power of this sword. Otherwise, facing such a sword, anyone with a weak will might not have been able to resist.
However, what surprised Mu Hanyan the most was not this, but when did Ye Yanran's innate magical powers become so powerful?
From her understanding, while Ye Yanran's Tianlin Divine Healing Technique was miraculous, its effects varied depending on the individual. When used on descendants of the divine guardian, the healing effect was far greater than on ordinary practitioners. When used on people like Hua Yue, who were close to her, the effect was even more remarkable. Furthermore, the effectiveness of the healing technique was also related to strength; if the strength gap was too great, the effect would be much less pronounced.
Jian Wuchen's right arm was only injured, and his cultivation was still there. The gap between him and Ye Yanran was huge. Moreover, when Mu Hanyan examined his injuries just now, she felt that he did not have the bloodline protected by the gods. So she originally thought that the best effect of Ye Yanran's Tianlin Divine Healing Technique on him was to dredge the meridians and activate the collaterals. With the best luck, it would only give his meridians a little vitality.
Who would have thought that once Tianlin's divine healing technique was used, his meridians actually regained vitality, and even the saint's aura flowed, allowing him to perform such an amazing sword move.
This was obviously not due to Ye Yanran's Tianlin Divine Healing Technique itself, but more to do with her drop of blood. However, was her blood really that powerful? Although Mu Hanyan had been mentally prepared for this before taking action, she still found it a little unbelievable to see Jian Wuchen's injuries heal so quickly.
"Hanyan, my injury has dragged on for so many years, and I had no chance of recovery in this lifetime. I didn't expect that your innate magical powers are so powerful. Please... please accept my bow!" Jian Wuchen himself was so excited that his eyes were filled with tears. As he spoke, he bowed to Mu Hanyan.
"Uncle Wuchen, you're not embarrassing me, are you? Hurry up, get up." Mu Hanyan didn't dare to accept Jian Wuchen's courtesy, so she quickly helped him up and said a little embarrassedly, "Actually, I didn't expect Yanran's innate magical power to have such miraculous effects."
"Yeah, I didn't expect that either. But it's not because of her natural talent, but because of you. It turns out that the legend is true." Jian Wuchen is not a shy person. Seeing Mu Hanyan's helpless look, he found it a little funny. He immediately stood up and said with emotion.
"What legend?" Mu Hanyan asked curiously.
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