Wu Xingyu gritted his teeth, his eyes determined, and almost roared:

"Go on! Don't worry about me, just go at your own pace. I can hold on!"

Zhang Yuan had no choice but to do as he was told.

Within twenty minutes, Wu Xingyu was finally defeated. Howls of pain broke out of his throat, and he lay back in the house. His miserable appearance seemed as if he was trapped in hell, unable to extricate himself. It was heartbreaking.

However, Zhang Yuan seemed not to hear Wu Xingyu's painful cries. He continued to move his hands and started repairing his Dantian at a faster speed.

In fact, Zhang Yuan’s method of repairing Wu Xingyu’s Dantian was exactly the same as the method he used to treat the blockages in many parts of her meridians.

The problems faced by the senior sister and junior sister may seem very different at first glance, but in fact they have the same root cause and the crux of the problem lies in the set of skills they are practicing.

Wu Xingyu insisted that it was her senior sister Wu Xingyun who harmed her and caused the damage to her dantian, but the more Zhang Yuan thought about it, the more he felt that Wu Xingyun was definitely not the kind of person who would harm others.

The damage to Wu Xingyu's dantian was most likely related to this set of exercises, but she herself had never been able to figure out the reason and wrongly blamed Wu Xingyun. It was really laughable.

Zhang Yuan was not sure whether Wu Xingyun knew that he had been taking the blame for all these years, but he knew in his heart that even if his guess was correct, even if he had really found the problem with the martial arts practiced by the two sisters, they might not completely believe what he said.

At present, we can only take things one step at a time. Unless we can cure all the physical problems of the two sisters, and then bring them together, perhaps we can resolve the conflict and make peace between the two sisters. If this is really possible, Zhang Yuan thinks it is a good thing.

In the wooden tub for medicinal bath, Wu Xingyu burst into tears in pain after completing a cycle of cultivation. She looked like a child who had suffered a lot of grievances, sobbing and crying non-stop.

Zhang Yuan was a little distracted by her crying, so he had no choice but to stop what he was doing, reach out and gently touch her fluffy hair, and comfort her in a gentle voice:

"My dear daughter, don't cry. Dad knows you are in pain, and he loves you too. He wishes he could share the pain with you.

You have to know that only by being patient can you get a better tomorrow. Only by being patient can you get the best results, right?

Just be patient, the treatment will be completed soon."

Wu Xingyu seemed to have lost all her defenses. She threw herself into Zhang Yuan's arms, hugged him tightly, and kept crying:

"Dad, it hurts so much, it really hurts so much, I can't bear it anymore, can I not treat this disease?

It hurts so much, Dad, I can’t stand it anymore.”

She cried with tears streaming down her face, her body trembling constantly in Zhang Yuan's arms. She looked so pitiful that anyone who saw her would feel pity for her.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan did not regard Wu Xingyu as the awe-inspiring senior he usually was, but as a pitiful little girl. He gently touched her head, coaxed her patiently, and described in detail the beautiful scene after the Dantian was cured, trying to give her strength and hope.

After coaxing like this for about five minutes, Wu Xingyu reluctantly raised her head, her eyes red, full of grievance and expectation, and asked in a tearful voice:

"Dad, you're not lying, are you? You wouldn't lie to me, right?"

Zhang Yuan hurriedly nodded vigorously, his eyes sincere and his tone firm:

"Absolutely not, Dad is the person who loves you the most in this world, how could he lie to you?

Okay, my dear daughter, let's continue to repair the Dantian. Just bear with it for a while. Dad will try his best to relieve your pain, okay?"

Wu Xingyu sniffed and nodded vigorously, with a hint of stubbornness:

"Okay, Dad, I believe you. I can bear it. I won't let you down again."

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yuan began his second week of healing.

This time, it took even longer. At first, Wu Xingyu endured the severe pain and tried hard to hold on, but later on, he couldn't bear it anymore and cried in pain once again.

Even though she was crying so miserably, Zhang Yuan did not slow down. He continued to treat her in an orderly manner according to the established method.

After the second week of treatment, Wu Xingyu's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she looked extremely pitiful.

If the people of the Yin Gui Gate knew that the Wu Elder, who they usually regarded as cold-blooded and murderous at the slightest disagreement, was crying so miserably at this moment, they would definitely think it was an extremely incredible thing.

After Zhang Yuan finished this round of healing, he looked at Wu Xingyu and said softly:

"My dear daughter, don't cry, we are starting the third week now."

Wu Xingyu not only did not stop crying, nor did she wipe the tears from her face, but she burst into tears and threw herself into Zhang Yuan's arms again, begging in a sobbing voice:

"Dad, I won't repair my Dantian. I'm going to be like this. This is how my life will be. Forget it. I won't repair it. It hurts too much. It hurts so much that I don't want to live anymore. Dad, please don't help me. It really hurts. I can't stand it."

Zhang Yuan felt distressed when he saw her in such a state of disgrace, and hurriedly comforted her patiently:

"My dear daughter, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, because it won't hurt anymore. The third week of recovery will only make you feel comfortable, and there will be no more pain. You have to believe me."

When Wu Xingyu heard this, he felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw and breathed a sigh of relief. However, he still looked at Zhang Yuan with doubt and asked timidly:

"You're not lying to me, are you? Really? Doesn't it really hurt? If it still hurts, I won't do it. I really can't stand it."

Zhang Yuan smiled and nodded repeatedly, his eyes were gentle and his tone was firm:

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt anymore. It really doesn't hurt anymore. Just trust me."

Wu Xingyu bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded:

"Okay, I believe Dad."

Afterwards, the two began the third week of treatment. This time, just as Zhang Yuan said, the pain was gone.

Wu Xingyu felt that her body, which had experienced the excruciating pain before, was now receiving nourishment and care like a warm drizzle. She was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes. For a moment, she didn't know what words to use to describe the complicated and joyful mood in her heart at this moment.

Zhang Yuan looked at Wu Xingyu's excitement and couldn't help but laughed and joked:

"Master, you are really an interesting person. Don't worry, this treatment ends here. In the next hour, you will no longer feel pain. You will only experience the endless comfort after being repaired."

Wu Xingyu nodded heavily, biting her lips lightly, her voice choking with sobs:

"Thank you, Dad. Thank you, thank you. You are so kind to me."

Zhang Yuan didn't say anything else, but just smiled and continued to concentrate on treating Wu Xingyu's injuries.

Time passed quietly without anyone noticing, and soon Zhang Yuan completed the treatment for Wu Xingyu.

After the treatment, Zhang Yuan found a large bath towel, carefully took Wu Xingyu out of the large wooden barrel, gently put her in the bedroom, and then said to Wu Xingyu with a smile on his face:

"Master, you should have a good sleep from now on. When you wake up, you will be able to feel how light your body is and how warm your Dantian is."

Wu Xingyu looked at Zhang Yuan with a touching expression, tears glistening in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly:

"My dear disciple, you, you have really touched me. No one in this world has ever been so kind to me. You are the only one. Your love for you is not in vain."

Zhang Yuan responded with a smile:

"This is what I should do. You are my master, and you are my good daughter. If I don't treat you well, who can I treat well? Okay, take a good rest. Call me when you wake up."