Chapter 31 The Cat's Unexpected Visitor
The disciples of Hanyuan Peak had only heard that Bai Qingchen was an excellent doctor and could also make elixirs, but had never actually seen it.
One day, a errand disciple was sweeping snow when his old injury relapsed and he was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten his back. Bai Qingchen saw him and gave him a few silver needles and a pill to warm his muscles and bones. Half a day later, he was able to move freely.
A few days later, an outer sect brother, who had been suffering from years of cold and pain in his meridians, knocked on the door of Bai Qingchen's courtyard with the mentality of giving it a try.
After a diagnosis and treatment, he left gratefully, taking with him some pain-relieving pills and a prescription for warming the meridians.
Gradually, Bai Qingchen's remote courtyard began to have a few visitors.
Some are frostbite from years of existence, some are hidden injuries from improper training, and some are chronic diseases caused by the cold.
Most of them were silent, with a hint of cautious expectation in their numb eyes.
Bai Qingchen never refuses anyone who comes to him. They are all from the same sect, so it’s okay to help out. He can also build good relationships with everyone in Hanyuan Peak.
Hanyuan Peak, this forgotten land of ice and snow, is also secretly called the Land of Exile by disciples from other peaks. All the disciples here are the ones who exiled themselves.
But it seemed that because of this small courtyard, a faint light quietly emerged.
The disciples' eyes when looking at Bai Qingchen no longer showed rejection and alienation, but a bit more gratitude and curiosity.
That evening, the wind and snow subsided a little, and there was a gentle knock on the wooden door of the courtyard.
Bai Qingchen opened the door and saw a man wrapped in a thick gray cloak standing outside. The man was slender and his hat brim was pulled down so low that it almost covered most of his face.
She stood in the wind and snow, like a silent ice sculpture, emitting an aura of loneliness colder than Hanyuan Peak.
This person is Mu Hanyan.
She didn't say anything. Bai Qingchen stepped aside and motioned her to go in.
Mu Hanyan didn't hesitate and slipped in, gently closing the door with her backhand to block out the wind and snow outside.
After entering the room, she took off her heavy cloak, revealing her pale, pretty but bloodless face, and a pair of eyes as silent as a deep pool.
She didn't look at Bai Qingchen, nor did she speak. She just walked to the table silently and sat down, stretching out her slender pale wrist and placing it on the table.
Bai Qingchen sat down opposite her, without any greeting, and gently placed three fingers on her wrist pulse.
I felt a cool touch, and my pulse was weak and disordered.
He closed his eyes and carefully penetrated the other person's body with his spiritual power.
At this contact, Bai Qingchen's brows were tightly furrowed.
The situation inside her body can be described as a mixture of ice and fire.
An extremely pure yet blazing fire spiritual power lurks deep within the meridians, like a dormant volcano, faintly emitting a scorching breath.
The other force was chilling to the bone, like black ice that had been frozen for ten thousand years, with strands of cold air seeping into the flesh, blood, and bones.
It formed two distinct forces with the blazing fire spirit root, and they were in constant conflict with each other.
It is precisely this irreconcilable conflict between ice and fire that has caused Mu Hanyan's meridians to become blocked and the circulation of her spiritual power to become extremely difficult. Every time she practices and circulates her spiritual power, it is like enduring torture.
The pulse diagnosis lasted for a long time. The courtyard was silent except for the occasional sound of wind and snow hitting the window frame.
Mu Hanyan remained silent, but her hands on her knees unconsciously clenched her sleeves.
Finally, Bai Qingchen withdrew his hand and looked at Mu Hanyan calmly.
"Sister, aren't you going to tell me what the disease is?" He spoke lightly, breaking the silence.
Mu Hanyan raised her eyes, and her silent eyes looked straight at Bai Qingchen with a determination to go all out.
Her voice was a little hoarse, but unusually clear: "If you can't diagnose it, it's useless for me to tell you."
Bai Qingchen met her gaze without avoiding it, and said slowly: "He has a single spiritual root of the fire element, and is extremely talented. It's a pity that he was born in the wrong body."
He paused, then uttered those four words clearly: "Extreme Yin Body."
As the four words "Extreme Yin Body" came out, it was like thunder exploding in Mu Hanyan's ears.
Her whole body trembled violently, the veins on the back of her clenched hands bulged, her knuckles turned white from the force, she bit her lower lip tightly, and her eyes instantly filled with immense pain and grievance.
Mu Hanyan seemed to have her secret completely seen through, feeling helpless and confused.
She did not deny it, but just stared at Bai Qingchen, as if waiting for the final verdict.
Bai Qingchen looked at the emotions churning in her eyes and understood.
Shan Ling is essentially a child of destiny, and his extremely yin body is a unique physique that is one in a million. No matter which one he possesses, he has a bright future.
It just so happens that these two things that are mutually reinforcing and incompatible, like water and fire, appear in the same person.
In the eyes of those high-level cultivators with ulterior motives, this physique is equivalent to a top-level cauldron that can help them break through the bottleneck.
He had no interest in prying into other people's privacy, so he simply said, "I can solve it."
Bai Qingchen's voice was not loud, but it was like a ray of light, dispelling the haze in Mu Hanyan's eyes.
In order to find a solution, she came to Lingxiao Sect alone, but still in vain. It has been twenty years now. How many more twenty years can a low-level cultivator have?
Mu Hanyan suddenly raised her head, a gleam in her eyes, and her voice trembled uncontrollably: "Seriously?"
Those eyes, as silent as dead water, were now filled with light as they looked at Bai Qingchen.
"It was a narrow escape from death." Bai Qingchen did not evade the important point, but told the truth with a serious tone.
"Extreme Yin and extreme Yang, mutually restraining and mutually reinforcing. To break this situation, the only way is to balance these two forces within the body. Let them restrain each other."
"You need to draw the ten thousand year old profound ice marrow into your body to suppress the violent fire spirit root in your body, forcing it into the core of your dantian, forming a protective shield to separate the spirit root from the Yin Qi."
"At the same time, channel the scattered extreme Yin energy within your body into the Mysterious Ice Marrow, constructing the Mysterious Yin Meridians. This will control the internal and external elements of the Fire Spiritual Root, creating a harmonious Yin and Yang situation."
Simply put, it is to rely on the ten thousand year old black ice marrow to transform the extremely yin body into an ice spiritual root, and then balance the fire spiritual root, so that you can continue to practice.
He described in detail the dangers of this method.
"If you're not careful, your meridians will be completely destroyed, and you'll become a cripple."
"This process is long and painful. Every step is like walking on thin ice, with a narrow escape from death. And the Mysterious Ice Marrow is not an ordinary thing. Senior Sister, are you willing to give it a try?"
Mu Hanyan listened quietly, without a trace of timidity or retreat on her face, only the fanaticism suppressed to the extreme.
This was the only way out she saw in the desperate situation, and she was going to do it regardless of the consequences, even if it cost her life.
"I do!" She uttered the word in a decisive voice, her voice hoarse but filled with the determination to burn her boats.
“Even if my soul is shattered, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I, Mu Hanyan, will give it a try!”
Mu Hanyan carefully took the jade slip with detailed methods from Bai Qingchen and held it tightly against her chest as if she were holding a rare treasure.
Then he bowed deeply to Bai Qingchen, quickly put on his cloak, and blended into the wind and snow outside the door as quietly as when he came.
The courtyard returned to silence.
Bai Qingchen stood at the door, looking in the direction where Mu Hanyan disappeared, the wind and snow hitting his face.
When he gave her this life-or-death method, did he give her hope, or push her into a deeper purgatory?
He didn't know, he only knew that in Mu Hanyan's stubborn and resolute eyes, he saw his former self, the self who had just recovered his memories of his previous life.
The self who is willing to grab any life-saving straw even in despair.
He closed the door to keep the wind and snow out.
Inside the house, the lights cast his shadow on the floor. The road ahead seemed to be more rugged and long than he had expected.
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