Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 86 I'm injured? Hey, just kidding.

The severity of injuries varies from place to place for cultivators.

Aside from the "head" used for thinking, the most important part of the Dantian, which is the heart of the Dantian, is the circulation of Qi.

The injury to his waist and abdomen wasn't a serious matter for Gong Xuan; he had the means to heal himself.

However, the injury extended all the way to his dantian. With the dantian damaged, he could not use his qi. With insufficient qi, he could not use any techniques. Many of his skills were restricted, and he could not use nine out of ten of his abilities. How could he possibly recover from the injury?
If Gongxuan cannot rest quietly for more than a month to repair his dantian, he will be waiting to die.

However, the Qi emanating from the coffin flowed directly into his body, as if it possessed sentience, and in the blink of an eye, it climbed to the location of the wound.

Just as the warm sun melts away accumulated snow, and iron needles stitch up hidden sores, in the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the injury to my waist and abdomen has healed completely.

The injury to his dantian is not fully healed yet, but at this rate, it should be healed in no time.

Gong Xuan naturally knew this method. Those who cultivate medicine or specialize in refining Qi can make their innate Qi have miraculous effects, and a single breath can bring withered trees back to life.

How advanced would it take to cure him?

You need at least five levels of heaven to start.

Moreover, this is not a personal treatment.

The whereabouts of the person claiming to be the eldest son are unknown, and relying solely on a coffin as a medium, his methods are certainly greatly diminished.

I am afraid……

Only a master of medical techniques could possess such skills.

Feeling the warm Qi flowing through his body, Gong Xuan thought to himself that in another half hour, this fatal hidden injury would be healed.

Thoughts flowed, emotions surged, and Gong Xuan reached out to wipe the corner of his eye, unable to hide his joy.

He tried to close his eyes and fall asleep again, and this time, just by closing his eyes, he heard a voice claiming to be the eldest son coming from outside the darkness:
"How is it now?"

……

Lin Jiang was desperate and decided to try anything. Going directly to Gong Xuan's place was obviously unrealistic, and whether he could transfer Qi remotely was even more unknown.

This stream of true qi is the most it can do; hopefully it can help Gongxuan.

"Senior! I have accepted the Qi you bestowed upon me! I will never forget your life-saving grace!"

Gong Xuan, inside the coffin, sincerely bowed in gratitude, without the slightest hesitation:
"congratulations!"

Tinplate chimed in from the side, "Can we even handle those pursuers right now?"

Even if old wounds haven't healed, one can still escape if outmatched.

Gong Xuan focused his mind and sensed his surroundings, figuring that his junior sister wouldn't be able to find this place within half an hour. In that time, he could heal himself.

But then he thought about it.

This place must not be exposed.

The owner opposite the coffin possessed extraordinary skills; this coffin was a serendipitous encounter.

This object is embedded in the earth's veins and is truly difficult to move. If that silver-tongued junior sister were to see it...

Who knows what might go wrong?

"Senior, I need to disconnect first. I need to go to another safe place to prepare for battle."

“You can keep a piece of the coffin with you so you can contact me.”

Lin Jiangdao.

“Yes, I have one right now, so you can yearn for this temple no matter where you are.”

"Thank you. I'll go back and give it a try, then face the enemy first. If I survive, I will repay you, senior."

Gong Xuan thanked him first, then temporarily disconnected. He stood up and looked at the coffin in front of him. After thinking for a moment, he took out a piece of white paper from his pocket and wrote the character "knife" on it.

Then, he took the white paper and chopped at the coffin.

Sparks flew, and the coffin was only slightly damaged. When Gongxuan picked up the piece of white paper again, he saw that half of the knife on it had become jagged and uneven.

With no other option, he rewrote the character for "axe" before forcefully slashing downwards, cutting off a small piece.

After taking this small piece, Gong Xuan hurriedly left the cave. Before leaving, he wrote the character "遮" (zhē, meaning "cover") on a white cloth and covered the entrance of the cave.

The entire cave entrance immediately transformed into a solid stone wall.

Then he hurriedly went down the mountain, found an empty garden, and sat down with a thud.

He took a breath and adjusted his breathing for a while.

He was almost fully healed.

Gong Xuan took out a bowl from his pocket, lit a campfire, filled the bowl with water, and hung it on a rack to boil. He then took out two pieces of paper that he had prepared beforehand, one with a plucked chicken drawn on it, and the other blank but strangely white.

A piece of pure white paper was placed in my hand, folded and stacked, and then cut into a noodle shape with my hand as if it were a knife. I then dropped it into boiling water.

As for the chicken on the paper, Gongxuan couldn't bear to put it all in at once, so he used his hand to slice it into the paper.

Each slice involves cutting a thin strip of meat into the meat.

After the attack, a whole chicken that was originally intact lost a leg.

Only then did I carefully put this painting away.

After simmering for a while, a bowl of shredded chicken noodles was ready. Gongxuan picked up the noodles and put them to his mouth to eat.

As he ate, his injuries healed even faster.

This is also a way to treat one's own injuries.

After eating half a bowl, Gong Xuan had fully recovered. He put down the bowl, licked his lips, and was about to catch his breath and continue eating when he suddenly saw a hand reach out from the side.

Kun Dao squatted down next to Gong Xuan, holding a small bottle in her hand, and poured a drop into Gong Xuan's noodles.

Gongxuan glanced at the face, which had turned black.

"what is this?"

"Sesame oil," Kun Dao said with a grin, shaking the empty bottle. "This is the best sesame oil your junior sister just bought at the morning market today. Senior brother, you should try it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black color in the bowl faded, and it actually turned into oil floating on the soup, emitting an enticing sesame aroma.

"It smelled really good, but I don't usually like oily things. If my junior sister hadn't eaten it for me..."

Gong Xuan first handed the rice bowl in his hand to Kun Dao, who then curled her lip:

"Senior brother, you're really boring."

"It's not that I'm boring, but if I drink it, I'm afraid I'll end up lying stiffly in my coffin."

Kun Dao blinked, pulled a small dagger from his robes, and stabbed it towards Gong Xuan.
"Senior brother, do you not know? Junior sister has been in love with you since childhood. I will not really kill you, but I will sever your tendons and tie you to the pillow."

Gong Xuan staggered and rolled over the bluestone, dodging the dagger.

“Red candles shine brightly at night, and I’ll carry you on my back for a spring outing during the day. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” Kun Dao chanted as she stabbed Gong Xuan in the head, heart, and kidneys.

Her eyes were tinged with a peach-colored hue, making her look like a girl coquettishly pouting in her boudoir.

lie.

He knows his junior sister too well.

Her mouth tasted sweet as honey, but all her daggers were aimed at the cultivators' most vital spots.

"But senior brother, you are really unlucky. It's a pity that you finally met a benefactor who could help you break through your destiny by borrowing his blessings. Unfortunately, you were separated from him due to a difficult fate."

Gong Xuan rolled into a ball of dirt in a sorry state, sparks flying from the daggers behind him.

He missed with the knife even once.

The woman was displeased:

"Senior brother, can't you let me prick you once? If I prick you once, I'll let you prick me once."

At this point, the female Taoist lying on the ground blushed as if she were drunk:

"You can use anything to prick it anywhere."

"Okay. Then I'll let you give me a prick."

Gong Xuan stopped what he was doing.

"Huh?" Before Kun Dao could react, a dagger was already stabbed into Gong Xuan's neck.

Gong Xuan turned his head to the side, revealing wood shavings underneath.

"Transformation?" Kun Dao's eyes finally changed: "You're not injured?"

"I'm injured," Gong Xuan said earnestly, his head drooping.

"You lied to me!" Kun Dao was furious, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

She looked down and saw that Gong Xuan was holding a piece of paper with the character "dagger" drawn on it, the upper half of which was stained with blood.

Gong Xuan laughed:

"It's only fair to reciprocate. Did you enjoy yourself, Junior Sister?"

(End of this chapter)