Cultivation begins with harvest.

When Wei Donglai finally arrived, Chen Guang was already asleep on the bed, his brows furrowed, looking as if he was in pain even in his sleep.

With his back bare, Ying Xiao's fingers were slender, but his fingertips were like burning embers. Every time he scratched Chen Guang's skin, he would burn an ugly, bloody scar. Within the scar, some white ice cubes that looked inexplicably cold were sealed inside. After Ying Xiao took out a silver magical weapon, they were easily removed and sealed in another undetectable jar.

This process gradually removed the cold from Chen Guang's body.

Wei Donglai and Ying Xiao exchanged a glance, their attention immediately drawn to Ying Xiao's actions. He rarely saw spiritual healers—even doctors.

Cultivators who can survive normally in the Qi Hall rarely suffer serious injuries. They can usually recover with healing pills. Otherwise, if someone in the Qi Hall were to suffer serious injuries frequently, they would probably disappear without a trace after only two missions.

Ying Xiao was also covered in sweat, clearly finding this skill quite strenuous. This went on for more than half an hour, and Chen Guang's back looked like muddy ground trampled by countless cattle and sheep, which was quite horrifying.

The outward-curling flesh and the blood seeping from the constantly reopening wounds made the scene murky and ugly, shocking all who saw it.

At first, Wei Donglai could still sense that not much ice had been taken from Chen Guang, and the "clinking" echoes of the ice being dropped into the jar were still very clear. But gradually, the bottom of the jar filled up, and the sound became more and more muffled.

The damage caused by the cold air from the Ice Flower Wutong tree was so profound that Wei Donglai had not expected it. He had cultivated the Long Night Qi Technique and had a very high tolerance for cold and yin attributes, but even though he had some expectations, such a difference still made Wei Donglai feel uneasy.

I was even a little touched. Although I didn't know Chen Guang's real purpose in doing this, he had already done his best.

Ying Xiao made a hand seal and gathered his energy. After removing all the ice, his palm was slowly enveloped in a layer of spring-like light. He gently stroked the scarred back. As Ying Xiao's palm brushed past it by half an inch, the wounds in the area stopped bleeding, and the scars dried up instantly, turning into shriveled particles that fell off the back.

Sweeping it aside, Chen Guang's back skin was revealed, as if newly born, white and smooth, showing no trace of the somewhat terrifying process he had gone through.

Ying Xiao calmly wet his hands with a spiritual liquid that seemed to flow like jade, and vigorously patted it onto Chen Guang's newly grown skin. The spiritual liquid seemed to take root in Chen Guang's skin, and the slender green roots that "grew" formed a curled circular flower pattern. Chen Guang's tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.

"Is it over?" Wei Donglai couldn't help but wonder as he looked at Chen Guang, who was still fast asleep and showed no signs of waking up.

He could still feel the chill of the ice flowers and phoenix trees had not been completely removed.

"It's not that easy. This is only the first level of the Dao, 'Scorching Clouds and Dewy Clouds.' We still need to go through 'Fire Hu,' 'Cong Peak,' and 'Jade Terrace' before it's over. Please allow me to adjust my magical power."

Ying Xiao's voice was filled with exhaustion. He swallowed a pill to restore his mana and stepped aside to meditate.

Wei Donglai could only watch from the sidelines.

As Chen Guang watched Ying Xiao perform various healing techniques, he gradually began to see some clues.

Although the names vary, they actually represent the fusion, disordered use, and separate application of two skills, used in different scenarios.

For example, Huo Hu was used after Chen Guang was placed in a medicinal bath tub. His fingers moved like fire, wildly and erratically, with a rather barbaric flavor.

Each use involves releasing the energy through the fingertips, and the trajectory alone is extremely profound, not something that can be done at will. This kind of application left Wei Donglai in awe.

The fusion of different skills within the same profession to such a masterful degree is astonishing. Wei Donglai already had respect for the knowledgeable physician, and now that respect has deepened even further.

Ying Xiao's treatment didn't end until late at night, around 1 AM.

This is even more admirable—his cultivation is equally superb.

"call"

The first thing Chen Guang did after regaining consciousness was to exhale a long breath before slowly opening his eyes to look at the world.

"You're awake." Opening his eyes, he saw Wei Donglai, who was sitting and smiling by the candlelight. "It seems you've recovered quite well."

Chen Guang made a move without comment, and after circulating his magic power throughout his body, he understood his situation. His physical body was indeed in a bad state, but it was much better now, although some of the frozen and damaged flesh had shrunk.

At the same time, I also feel a little uneasy?

A vague, weak feeling was half-hidden.

"A lot of qi and blood have been consumed..."

Chen Guang had no idea what had happened during the time he was unconscious. After entrusting everything to Daoist Chunming, he only had a vague feeling about what had happened.

I really don't know what happened.

"The female doctor said that your own recovery ability also played a very good role in helping her to treat the injury quickly; otherwise, it would have been much more troublesome."

Wei Donglai became somewhat interested: "You cultivate the Blood Scripture, and it has such wonderful uses?"

Chen Guang simply smiled and remained silent.

This was not due to the power of the Blood Sutra, but rather the effect of Lin Miao, the first layer of the Jianmu technique, which gave Chen Guang's blood a unique ability to accelerate healing.

However, now everything can be attributed to the Blood Scripture. Over the years, the scale of his spiritual field has become increasingly larger, and many cultivators have gradually reached a consensus: his own independent cultivation inheritance is not that simple, and it is only natural that the Blood Scripture is a bit special.

Wei Donglai didn't dwell on the issue, but instead changed the subject: "Senior Brother Zhong came once, and your final idea was completely correct. Not only did it succeed, but many of the other white mist duckweed plants were also preserved and survived thanks to that one plant. Junior Brother, your hard work has not been in vain."

Chen Guang's expression shifted slightly, as if deep in thought: "Indeed, this method will work."

My initial plan wasn't entirely impossible, but I underestimated the power of the six Ice Flower Sycamores. Even though they weren't fully mature, the White Mist Duckweed had almost no chance of withstanding them. This led to the continuous failures over the past few days, with almost no time to counterattack. The Ice Flower Sycamores destroyed the White Mist Duckweed much, much faster, and the White Mist Duckweed's ability to integrate and resist was far from satisfactory. My intention to transform through the confrontation almost failed.

The accumulated white mist duckweed was destroyed time and time again in this way. Finally, Chen Guang came up with a risky method to introduce dragon energy into the white mist duckweed.

The dragon's energy has the power to govern, and it may produce miraculous effects.

In this regard, Chen Guang has more authority to speak than Wei Donglai and Zhong Qi. Having cultivated the Zi Hua Qing Yin technique, his understanding of Qi is actually more profound.

So throughout the entire process, Zhong Qi and Wei Donglai were basically just bystanders, except for providing some protection, which was quite a strange thing.

Before leaving the ice mist array, he had failed to guide the dragon energy twice in a row. The last time, he was slightly stable. In addition, Chen Guang knew that he was on the verge of his limit. If he continued to linger in the ice mist array, it would not be a question of whether he could be cured or not. He did not see any subsequent changes.

"You're lucky. If you had stayed any longer, Master said that even if you survived, your very essence would have been damaged." Ying Xiao lifted the beaded curtain and leisurely approached, his bright eyes fixed on Chen Guang with a complex expression. "That's a second-tier spiritual plant. How could you, a Qi Refining cultivator, come into contact with it like that?"