"Master, it's okay. Xiaoyu's lost spiritual energy will be replenished soon. We will go ask Wen Ziqing later. The jades he found last time have a lot of the spiritual energy that Xiaoyu needs. When we return to Kyoto, Master, you can find some jade for Xiaoyu. This spiritual energy will be replenished soon." Xiaoyu comforted Zhou Yuanyuan in return.
Xiaoyu knew all too well the guilt Zhou Yuanyuan felt. As Zhou Yuanyuan's spiritual treasure, Xiaoyu felt that this was the kind of master she had always wanted.
Over millions of years, Xiaoyu had met thousands of people, and every one of them wanted to share their spiritual energy. Even Xiaoyu's previous master would regularly let Xiaoyu exhale some of his innate spiritual energy for him to use, either to refine elixirs or to give to others, depending on the master's mood. Xiaoyu simply couldn't refuse.
Only Zhou Yuanyuan didn't ask Xiaoyu to contribute her spiritual energy. Instead, she felt grateful every time she used Xiaoyu's spiritual energy. From Zhou Yuanyuan, Xiaoyu received respect that she had never felt before.
With tears in her eyes, Zhou Yuanyuan injected a trace of Xiaoyu's innate spiritual energy into Zhou Xi's head. Zhou Xi's condition was not optimistic, and Zhou Yuanyuan didn't dare delay any longer, feeling sorry for Xiaoyu. However, Zhou Yuanyuan vowed that once she got through this difficult time, she would cultivate diligently and strive to quickly replenish Xiaoyu's lost spiritual energy.
With Xiaoyu's spiritual energy within Zhou Xi's body, his skin and flesh grew dozens of times faster. When the medicinal juice in the pool touched Zhou Xi's body, it no longer violently spit out bubbles and "tear" flesh from Zhou Xi's body. Instead, it gently rippled around Zhou Xi.
Xiaoyu asked Zhou Yuanyuan not to worry about Zhou Xi. With the help of Xiaoyu's innate spiritual energy, it would be of great benefit to Zhou Xi after he absorbed the medicinal power of the medicine.
In Xiaoyu's memory, the medicinal juice that Zhou Xi is soaking in now is the most popular body-building medicinal juice used by physical cultivators in the ancient cultivation world.
In the ancient world of cultivation, cultivators were divided into two categories: Dharma cultivators and physical cultivators. Dharma cultivators meditated daily to absorb spiritual energy, then used this energy to cultivate their own magic. Zhou Yuanyuan was currently following the path of Dharma cultivators.
Physical cultivators are different. They focus on physical training, such as constantly moving heavy objects under the scorching sun, or wearing very little in the severe cold. These are all ways for physical cultivators to strengthen their physique. Some physical cultivators even have to soak in medicinal baths regularly to strengthen their bodies to a level that is stronger than the magic weapons of magic cultivators.
The two schools of cultivation, Dharma and Body, had different methods of cultivation, and they disliked each other. Dharma cultivators looked down on Body cultivators for focusing on physical training and forgetting the importance of spiritual energy, while Body cultivators despised Dharma cultivators for their weak physiques.
The pain that the physical cultivation lineage endures during physical training is too great, and many cultivators are unwilling to choose this path. Therefore, the physical cultivation lineage has gradually disappeared in the long river of history.
The cultivators of the Yushan Sect were clearly from the lineage of Dharma practitioners, and no one knew where Taoist Baopu got the recipes for these body-building medicinal juices and used them on Zhou Xi.
What exactly was Master Baopu trying to do? Allowing a cultivator to possess a body as powerful as a magical weapon? If this method was truly effective, why didn't he use it himself? Zhou Yuanyuan felt her mind was a bit confused.
As Zhou Xi's pain gradually subsided, his mind regained clarity. Just now, in the severe pain, he seemed to have hallucinated and saw the young lady far away in Kyoto?
Was it really the young lady who came to save him? Or was he truly in so much pain that he saw the person he wanted to see? Zhou Xi knew that Zhou Yuanyuan was a cultivator, and a cultivator of considerable power. As for who in this world could save him, Zhou Xi felt that apart from Zhou Yuanyuan, no one else had the ability.
Zhou Xi slowly opened his eyes and saw a small figure sitting by the pool, looking at him worriedly. Who else could it be but Zhou Yuanyuan?
Seeing that Zhou Xi wanted to speak, Zhou Yuanyuan quickly stopped him.
"Grandpa Xi, please concentrate on absorbing the medicinal power. If you have any questions, we can discuss them later."
Zhou Yuanyuan's voice was just as gentle as the one Zhou Xi had heard in Kyoto. "It really is the young lady here! Did she come to save me knowing I'm living a life worse than death here?" A glimmer of hope welled up in Zhou Xi's heart.
"Grandpa Xi, this medicinal juice is good for your health right now. Just focus on absorbing it. I'll be waiting here for you. We'll talk about anything later." Zhou Yuanyuan repeated it, fearing Zhou Xi wouldn't understand. After all, Zhou Xi had just experienced the excruciating pain of being in this pool of medicinal juice, so it was understandable that he was still frightened. If Xiaoyu hadn't mentioned the rarity of the medicinal juice, Zhou Yuanyuan would have wanted to pull Zhou Xi out.
Zhou Xi nodded and closed his eyes.
At this moment, the medicinal juice in the pool turned into a soft spiritual power and flowed into Zhou Xi's meridians. This feeling made Zhou Xi feel a little dizzy, as if he was flying in the clouds.
Zhou Xi never knew that such a painful medicinal bath could bring him such a relaxed and comfortable feeling in Zhou Yuanyuan's hands.
Zhou Xi had endured ten days of agony. Each time, the medicinal juices became more painful than the last. Before Zhou Yuanyuan arrived, Zhou Xi had soaked in two pools of medicinal juices, each time managing to survive with incredible difficulty.
If he had known that coming to Yushan Sect would be such a painful experience, Zhou Xi didn't know if he would still follow Wu Xiuyun without hesitation. Thinking back on his experiences over the past month, Zhou Xi felt that his life in the midst of gunfire and rain of bullets for more than ten years was like living in heaven.
Zhou Xi has been in Yushan Sect for more than a month. On the first day, Taoist Baopu was shocked when he saw Zhou Xi, which made Zhou Xi a little at a loss.
Zhou Xi thought that if he stayed here for a few days, he might be able to ask Taoist Baopu to let him go home. After all, he was not young anymore, and becoming an immortal and cultivating the Tao was not as important as staying in Kyoto to accompany General Zhou.
Zhou Xi was destined to never have the chance to say these words to Baopu Taoist. The Baopu Taoist this time was completely different from the one Zhou Xi had met decades ago. Not only did he look much older, but his temper was also much worse.
Apart from guiding Zhou Xi in his cultivation every day, Zhou Xi never saw Taoist Baopu for the rest of the time.
Zhou Xi was not discouraged. Since he was here, he had no intention of returning home in a short time. He would not reject the idea of learning more skills.
Zhou Xi spent a week learning the complete Yushan School's exercises and successfully stored the excess spiritual energy in his tendons and veins in his dantian.
Every day when Taoist Baopu came to check on Zhou Xi's practice results, he would frown and let out a long sigh.
Although Zhou Xi didn't understand the reason, he didn't think much about it.
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