I loaded the Mysticism panel.

Richard frowned and waited another half minute.

He activated his spiritual vision to look at that old wound.

The grayish etheric sediments at the edge of the siltation are dissolving one by one.

The speed at which it dissolved was roughly equivalent to the effect of him applying [Healing] to the same spot a dozen times.

The difference is that he only pushed it once.

The well was seeping on its own; he didn't need to do anything else.

It is deeper and more thorough than "healing".

Richard withdrew his spiritual vision and placed his hands on his knees.

He now truly understands the meaning of the phrase "moistening things silently".

He thought of his mother and Clara.

He had long hoped to use his Qi to heal others.

Richard returned that small pool of life force to the Sun Throne.

He still doesn't know how far this healing of others can go.

Whether or not we can revisit the abandoned path our mother took, and mend the hidden wound in our senior's lungs—these are all things we have to try.

As for how exactly to try, to what extent to try, and whether it will succeed...

Outside the window, it was already completely dark.

He stood up, took the nameplate off the shelf, and pushed open the iron door with the seal embedded in it.

Richard turned up the collar of his coat and walked towards the dormitory.

………………

My maternal grandfather's side is recovering well.

After the day of mourning, Gerrard's spirits improved day by day.

He no longer napped in his chair every evening, and even picked up his hunting knife again to practice his basic skills in the backyard.

The butler was terrified but dared not stop them.

By mid-March, at number 13 Chelsea Road.

Several unfamiliar faces were standing next to the training pillar in the backyard today.

"These are all the kids in the family," Gerald said, pointing to them.

"Vincent and Baldwin are still at the front and haven't returned yet; these few have stayed behind."

Richard looked at them one by one.

The tall guy at the very front is Rockwell, in his early twenties.

Last month, while I was on a field job, something grazed my right shoulder. After the wound healed, the area around my etheric circuit has been feeling stuffy.

The two younger men next to him were cousins, one named Percy and the other Carrey.

Both of them had only recently started their careers, and the hidden injuries they sustained during training had accumulated on their bodies with nowhere to go.

There was another one standing at the very back, who was noticeably older.

"Uncle." Richard recognized him.

Holloway nodded at him.

My cousin's husband is getting old, and he has old injuries piled up on top of old ones. He feels unwell all over on rainy days.

Richard had seen him once at the last family gathering; he was coughing terribly then.

"Grandpa Gerald told us," Rockwell said first, being the straightforward man he was.

"Are you able to recover from your injury?"

(Calling them "uncle" or "grandpa" sounds too strange; from now on, we'll just call all Ashford family members "Grandpa.")

"I can give it a try," Richard said, not giving a definitive answer.

"I've heard about the Moon Nail," Rockwell said, rolling up his sleeves.

"We all want to try it."

"Not that one." Richard shook his head.

"The moon nail has a period of weakness and is painful after being inserted, but this is different."

"Why is it different?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Rockwell frowned. "It doesn't hurt? How can that be effective?"

Indeed, in the Blood Burning Path method, anything that doesn't cause pain is practically useless.

They've endured ice water, whipping, and hyperventilation since they were teenagers, and they've long since equated pain with effectiveness.

Richard countered with a question.

"Have you experienced traditional solar therapy?"

The expressions on their faces changed.

Traditional methods of healing the sun are actually quite violent.

The light penetrates the wound and burns away the necrotic and congested tissue. Severe injuries simply cannot withstand that.

Rockwell's shoulder injury from last month was something the family had originally planned to have someone from the Sun Traditional Medicine family come to see.

When asked about the cost and considering the treatment process, he shook his head repeatedly.

"My approach is the opposite of the traditional solar system; it won't burn you."

Richard didn't explain further and walked up to Rockwell.

"Expose the wound."

Rockwell took off the shirt from his right shoulder.

The skin on that shoulder blade looked healed, but when Richard used his spiritual vision to look down at it, he saw that the passageway below was covered in dust.

Richard raised his hand, palm facing the shoulder blade, and guided the life force gathered in the Sun's Seat along his right arm to his palm.

Rockwell stared at the hand, waiting to see what would happen.

After waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

"...That's it?" He turned his head to look at his shoulder.

"That's it." Richard nodded.

"Why don't I feel anything at all?"

"It's seeping in, very slowly, you can't feel it now."

This seepage lasted for a quarter of an hour.

The other young people in the backyard had been craning their necks to look, but after a quarter of an hour they found nothing was happening, and they all lost their spirits.

Percy leaned close to Carey's ear and whispered, "Is this what standing in the sun looks like?"

Kare replied quietly.

"Sunbathing can also help you get warmer."

Gerrard sat on a stone bench in the back porch, holding a cup of tea, without saying a word.

His spiritual vision was far superior to that of these younger generation members; he could see everything clearly.

The grayish path along Rockwell's shoulder blade is gradually becoming brighter again.

Half an hour later, Richard stopped.

"alright."

Rockwell rotated his right shoulder, stopping halfway through.

"..."

"How is it?" Kare asked, leaning closer.

Rockwell spun around twice more and pressed on his shoulder twice.

"That stifling feeling... has faded."

"How much has it faded?"

"I can't say," Rockwell answered honestly.

"It's not completely healed, but it has definitely faded a bit."

Percy's earlier schadenfreude vanished instantly.

"Rockwell, you're not kidding us, are you?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Rockwell shrugged again. "You've really gotten bored."

Richard explained from the side:

"It takes time to work. Even if you go back today, it will still loosen up little by little tomorrow and the day after."

"Can it be cured?" Percy asked anxiously.

"The hidden injuries you sustained during training will heal completely in a few days when you get back."

The less severe the injury, the faster it heals.

Several young people were suddenly wide awake and lined up to try it.

Richard went through them one by one.

Percy and Carey's minor injuries were mostly gone after a soak.

They stretched their arms, their initial skepticism turning into genuine surprise.

Finally, it was Holloway's turn.

This cousin's husband's injuries were different from those of the other young people.

That's something he's developed over decades of burning blood; it's become an integral part of his body.

The injuries of those young people earlier were actually treated more quickly with [Moon Nail·Reflection]. Letting them try it was purely to observe different samples.

On the contrary, treating such old injuries was Richard's purpose in this test.

Richard used his psychic vision to look at it for a long time.

"Uncle, this... probably won't be of much use after just one use."

Holloway nodded, not surprised at all.

He had his injuries examined by a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, who said he needed to be burned several times, but he couldn't bear it and had long since given up hope.

"It's good if things can be a little more relaxed," he said.

Richard raised his hand, pointing it at his most severely injured lower back.

Holloway had his eyes closed and initially felt nothing.

Later, that area in the lower back, which was always heavy on rainy days, slowly developed a kind of inexplicable warmth.

"...That feels good." Holloway let out a long sigh. "I haven't felt this good in years."

Richard stopped. "Uncle, you have to take it slow. Soak it once and it'll loosen up a bit. Don't rush it."

"No rush," Holloway waved his hand. "Being able to relax a bit is a win."

In the backyard, several young men surrounded Richard, bombarding him with questions.

"Richard, where did you get this skill from?" Rockwell asked.

This was exactly what Richard had expected.

"My signature artifact has undergone a transformation once."

"After the transformation, I switched to the advanced breathing method of the Mirror Tradition, which gave rise to this ability."

He now claims to the public that all his inexplicable abilities are the result of "miracle transformations".

Anyway, the things about signing strange objects and their transformations are inherently bizarre and varied.

Furthermore, the variety and complexity of different traditional advanced breathing techniques become even more pronounced when considering their selection.

No one can say for sure, and there's no way to verify it.

"A magical artifact combined with breathing techniques?" Percy asked enviously. "Could we have that too?"

"You must first pursue the path of scholarship, and then acquire highly compatible artifacts."

Richard smiled. "In the end, we still have to follow the mirror tradition."

Percy immediately deflated.

Gerald listened from the back porch, holding his tea without saying a word.

His grandson often lies without batting an eye.

The mice thanked them profusely and dispersed, leaving only Gerald and Richard in the backyard.

"Your ability is even more valuable than Moon Nail's."

"Grandpa noticed."

"There is pain and a period of weakness after the nail is inserted; there is a price to pay."

"This... I've been staring at it for ages, but I still can't figure out what you've sacrificed."

"It's slow," Richard said. "That's the price it pays."

"Slow?" Gerald shook his head.

"What's the price of being slow? The traditional methods of the Sun aren't much better than medieval bloodletting."

Gerald paused for a moment as he held the teacup.

"You want to use this to cure your mother's ailment?"

"I want to give it a try."

Gerrard remained silent for a long time.

"That Margaret route, it's been over a decade."

Richard had already studied this.

"My mother's main circuit is broken, but there is still a large area of ​​residual circuits in her body that are not completely broken, but are just spinning in vain."

These years of idleness have taken a toll on her health.

"The chronic damage to the lungs, the dull pain that comes on rainy days, is all caused by these residual circuits running idle."

Gerrard's brow furrowed.

"you mean……"

"I can't fix that broken main loop," Richard said frankly.

"That requires a great deal of expertise. I'll try to gradually stabilize those idling residual loops and bring them to a stop."

"Once the residual circuit stopped, the burden on her body was relieved."

The dull ache in my lungs might gradually subside.

The back corridor was quiet for a while.

Gerrard asked the most crucial question:

"You are in the capital, and your mother is in Briston."

You yourself said it needs to be soaked slowly and repeatedly.

"Do you expect your mother to go to Beijing University to accompany you while you study?"

Going to university with them isn't out of the question, but it would definitely be more troublesome.

This is something Richard has been thinking about these past few days.

"Grandpa, this stuff can be saved up."

"Save?"

"It is born little by little from my breath, and I can keep it indefinitely."

"I plan to save up for a few months, and then give it to my mother all at once when I've saved enough."

"How many months to save up?"

"Three months, around June."

Richard began to explain his plans:

"I've already calculated it all; Evelyn will be graduating around June."

"Then we can have the whole family come to the capital again, and we can also arrange for Evelyn to enroll in the Royal Culinary Academy."

The old man held the cup of tea, which had long since gone cold, and warmed it in his palm.

"Are you sure you can cure her with what you've saved up for three months?"

"I'm not sure," Richard said honestly. "All I can say is it's worth a try."

"It's worth it if it makes her feel a little better."

Gerald drank the cup of tea in one gulp.

"Alright." He stood up. "Send them here in June."

He took two steps into the house, then stopped.

Richard.

"Um?"

"If Margaret knew you saved up for three months just to make this trip for her..."

"She should feel sorry for you."