Chapter 382
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Chapter 382: Methods of Healing
The land lay scarred and broken.
The Heavenly Sword Sect had been reduced to ruins. Fortunately, before the Great Demon Divine Art was unleashed, the Two Elders in Black and White, along with several sect elders, had led disciples to safety. Though most disciples couldn’t escape the devastating reach of the Great Demon Divine Art, a few hundred survived.
Three days later, around two hundred disciples, guided by a handful of elders, reunited with Yan Changchun and the others. Originally numbering over three hundred, some had abandoned the sect after the battle, vanishing without a trace.
Yan Changchun gazed at the fewer than three hundred survivors and sighed heavily.
After delivering a rallying speech and vowing to rebuild the Heavenly Sword Sect to its former glory, he dismissed the group to rest, postponing reconstruction plans for later.
Atop a mountain peak, several figures stood against the wind.
“Wuqing, with the sect’s rebuilding ahead, I hope you’ll stay and assist me,” Yan Changchun said.
Murong Wuqing stood before him, hands clasped behind his back, silently watching the sunrise.
“Elder Seven, what do you suggest we do next?” Yan Changchun turned to the elder when Murong Wuqing remained silent.
Elder Seven pondered briefly. “Rebuilding the sect is vital. As an elder, I’ll fulfill my duty without hesitation.”
Yan Changchun brightened. “Excellent. With your aid, the Heavenly Sword Sect will rise again.”
“And you, Ye Yun?”
Elder Seven’s gaze shifted to Ye Yun, his voice gentle.
Ye Yun’s expression stayed calm as he stared at Murong Wuqing’s back. “Rebuilding must be gradual. My priority now is waking Ling’er. Everything else can wait.”
Elder Seven and Yan Changchun exchanged silent glances. They knew Ye Yun wasn’t wrong—restoring the sect’s former glory would take centuries. Meanwhile, Su Ling lay unconscious, her body burning with fever. Any ordinary person would’ve perished under such conditions.
“Elder Seven, your healing expertise must offer some way to wake Su Ling?” Yan Changchun pressed, aware that Ye Yun’s cooperation hinged on her recovery.
Elder Seven shook his head. “An unknown force shields her heart. If it fades, she’ll face death and disappearance of the spirit. To wake her, we must dissolve that force first. Otherwise, she may never regain consciousness.”
Ye Yun’s brow furrowed. Su Ling mattered deeply to him—how could he face failure?
“Ling’er must’ve inherited power from the Spirit Demon Race. That’s what protects her. Master, do you know anything about this?” Ye Yun recalled Shui Qingxuan pressing her forehead to Su Ling’s during the battle, likely transferring something.
Elder Seven sighed. “I considered that, but the Demon Race is rare, and the Spirit Demon Race unheard of. I’ve no knowledge of how to undo this.”
Ye Yun fell silent. It was true—the Demon Race had scarcely appeared in millennia, let alone its obscure branch.
Suddenly, an idea struck. Ye Yun focused his mental intent, plunging into the Soul Turning Tower.
“Ancestor, you know of the Spirit Demon Race. How do we dissolve the power within Ling’er?”
He thought of the Ancestor of the Sword Path, who’d nearly perished fighting a Demon Race master long ago. Part of his soul remained sealed in the sect’s back mountain—perhaps he held answers.
“Hmph! Finally remembered this old man?” The Ancestor’s voice grumbled, thick with impatience.
Ye Yun’s heart leapt—this hinted at hope.
“Your wisdom surpasses ours, Ancestor. Please advise us.”
“Save the flattery, young fellow,” the Ancestor snorted. “The Spirit Demon Race was a mysterious branch even during the Demon Race’s peak. Though weakened now, their legacy dwarfs the Great Qin Empire’s. Since this girl bears their bloodline and received teachings from their holy woman, fate favors her. As the next likely holy woman, she won’t die easily. Calm yourself.”
Ye Yun hesitated. The logic held, but Su Ling’s state gnawed at him.
“The power comes from the Great Demon Divine Art that Shui Qingxuan passed to her. Such clan sorcery protects its chosen. To break the seal, her body must first heal.”
“But her fever persists. How do we save her?” Ye Yun pressed.
“Her Demon Race Bloodline awoke as her parents died. Demon energy flooded her body, merging with her true qi—hence this state.”
“Then how?” Ye Yun’s eyes sharpened.
“Two paths remain. First, let her bloodline fully awaken, dissolving her true qi. She’ll revive as the Spirit Demon Race’s new holy woman… but her memories may vanish, replaced by ancestral remnants.”
“Meaning?” Dread coiled in Ye Yun’s gut.
“Her body would live, but her soul and mind would belong to the bloodline’s echoes. She’d no longer be your Ling’er.”
Ye Yun stiffened, face grim.
“The second path: use rare pills to purge the bloodline’s soul-memories and temper her body to withstand the awakened power.”
“What pills? Where?”
“The Heavenly Sword Sect’s Secret Vault in the Great Qin Empire might hold such pills.”
Ye Yun’s eyes blazed. The sect that once dominated the empire could indeed harbor such treasures.
In an instant, his decision crystallized—he would journey to the Great Qin Empire.
