“Sacred Heart, you old demon, I’ll never forget this! Ouch, easy there, easy there! Junior Nephew Sun, be gentler!”

Trueman Chu He was currently lying face-down on the bed in a thatched cottage[1], his face bruised and swollen, and his body covered in wounds.

There were three bone-deep gashes in his back, and several of his ribs had been sliced nearly in half. Sun Yu was currently treating his wounds, working as swiftly as the wind while employing rather brutal methods.

The Trueman kept cursing Sacred Heart while begging Sun Yu to go easier on him. Sun Yu kept agreeing, but he just couldn’t shake the habits that had been ingrained into him over the years in the Xuanming Hall.

For instance, he pulled out a severed tendon[2] from the old Daoist’s wound, stretched it taut, and tied it in a knot with another severed end. He then applied an ointment that caused the old Daoist’s screams to rise an octave higher. Finally, he imprinted a mark of Dao energy.

It was said this was the standard procedure of the Xuanming Hall: connecting vital tendons and using an ointment to regenerate the severed flesh. The reason they applied a Dao energy mark was to inform the patient that once the tendons had healed, they could remove the excess tissue themselves.

Despite the old Daoist’s pitiful appearance, his screams were full of vigor. His exposed muscles were writhing non-stop, and patches of green shoots were even sprouting from within. All his wounds were healing at lightning speed, and after Sun Yu’s treatment, it looked like he’d be back on his feet in less than three days.

The whole incident had happened far too quickly. By the time Wei Yuan flew out of the merit hall, the battle beyond the domain had already ended.

Trueman Chu He had plucked a hidden Great Shaman from the void as soon as he flew out of the realm, but there...