Chapter 328: Ascending Together

Since most of the injured had already been treated, the number of people queuing for medical consultations in front of the various medicine stalls was now quite small.

In front of the Danyuan Peak medicine stall, Hua Changxi stood outside the tent, no longer taking new patients, but instead “watching” all the cultivators queuing for treatment, from the nearest to the farthest.

Back when Tong Yao had introduced Jing Liao to her, she had known, through Jing Liao’s “talisman eye,” that Jing Liao possessed a “strange eye.”

Her strange eye came from the Divine Farmer Cauldron inheritance—the technique of Observation, Auscultation, Inquiry, and Pulse-Taking.

The Eye of Truth—that was the name of her strange eye.

With the Eye of Truth, she could clearly see through a cultivator’s physical body, observing their spiritual root, dantian, inner core, nascent soul, spiritual platform and sea of consciousness, primordial spirit, and even their bloodline totem!

At that moment, she could clearly see a cyan bull galloping within Yu Fu’s blood, and a black tiger roaring within Zhou Shou’s blood.

Before the Buddhist bead bracelet had gone missing, she had used the Totem Golden Bowl to illuminate the bloodline totems of Yu Fu, Zhou Shou, Jia Lu, and Zhao Xi.

The image she got from Yu Fu was a cyan bull; the one from Zhou Shou was a black tiger—exactly the same as what she now saw.

That is to say, with her Eye of Truth, she could even “see” with perfect clarity the bloodline totems that had awakened after a cultivator’s bloodline atavism.

As a result, in her eyes, cultivators would no longer have any secrets.

For someone who aspired to practice medicine, the Eye of Truth was simply the best auxiliary tool!

Hua Changxi’s heart surged with excitement as she “watched” every cultivator who entered her field of vision. Not long after, Tong Yao, Jing Liao, and Yan Zhenzhen broke into her sight.

“Changxi~”

The Artifact Saint Palace had been able to repair the spatial rifts and the mountain-guarding formation so quickly, all thanks to Hua Changxi’s Great Sun Divine Flame. Although the Grand Elder had already given her compensation, Tong Yao still felt she should come over and say thank you in person.

Watching Tong Yao, Jing Liao, and Yan Zhenzhen approach, Hua Changxi’s eyes flickered.

At that moment, in her eyes, a fire dragon was soaring and tumbling within the slowly flowing blood of Tong Yao; a luxuriant bodhi tree stood steadily in Jing Liao’s blood; and a five-colored spirit tortoise lay dormant in Yan Zhenzhen’s blood.

After observing many cultivators, although she hadn’t seen many bloodline totems, based on her comparisons and judgments, the clearer and more vibrant the bloodline totem in a cultivator’s blood, the higher the degree of their atavism.

Yu Fu and Zhou Shou had initially had a rather low degree of atavism, but after soaking in the atavistic medicinal bath, their bloodline totems were now much clearer and more energetic than at the beginning.

The higher the degree of atavism, the greater the probability of inheriting the totem’s divine ability.

The bloodline totems of Tong Yao and the other two looked like vivid living creatures, which showed that all three had a very high degree of atavism. Either they had consumed heavenly treasures that promoted atavism, or they had other means to accelerate bloodline atavism.

When the three approached, Hua Changxi looked at Tong Yao and asked, “Is the Artifact Saint Palace all right now?”

Tong Yao nodded: “Thanks to the help of fellow Daoists from all sides, the mishap at the Artifact Saint Palace has finally been resolved. What remains is only to comfort those who lost their homes in the incident.”

Hua Changxi glanced at the area enveloped by the spiritual barrier: “I thought the Artifact Saint Palace would reveal itself to the world because of this.”

Hearing this, Yan Zhenzhen laughed: “I thought the same thing, I also assumed that.”

Tong Yao sighed: “The five sacred lands can be said to be the most uniquely blessed cave heavens and blessed lands in the Central Continent. Without sufficient spiritual energy support, they cannot manifest in the world.”

Yan Zhenzhen: “Jing Liao once told me that it would require several spiritual energy tidal surges in the Four Spirit Realm.”

Hearing a piece of unfamiliar news, Hua Changxi quickly asked: “What spiritual energy tidal surge?”

Yan Zhenzhen didn’t answer; she looked at Jing Liao.

Jing Liao smiled and said: “I’m not entirely sure of the conditions for a spiritual energy tidal surge to erupt. I only know that when it does, there will be a celestial phenomenon where the sun and moon shine together.”

Hua Changxi mentally noted what Jing Liao had said—if for no other reason than to avoid appearing too ignorant.

“Tong Yao, how did you get injured?”

Hua Changxi had been focused on the three people’s bloodlines earlier, but only now did she notice that the right arm of the nascent soul in Tong Yao’s dantian was covered with tiny cracks.

Tong Yao looked at Hua Changxi in surprise. He was indeed injured, and it was not a simple physical wound—it was a serious injury that had damaged his nascent soul.

Not only him, but many elders of the Artifact Saint Palace also had damaged nascent souls.

The Artifact Saint Palace’s Heaven-Refining Hammer technique was terrifyingly powerful, but if one tried to forcibly wield it when one’s strength was insufficient, the rebound force could cause severe damage.

The rebound force not only heavily injured the physical body but also harmed the nascent soul.

While repairing the spatial rifts, he and the elders of the Artifact Saint Palace had had their hammer-swinging arms split open again and again. Some disciples with insufficient cultivation nearly suffered the collapse of their physical bodies.

Physical wounds were relatively easy to treat, but injuries to the nascent soul were difficult to heal.

“How did you see that I was injured?”

Hua Changxi repeated what he had said to Duke Zhu: "I am a physician. Observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking are the most basic skills."

Tong Yao tentatively asked, "So can you tell where I am injured?"

Hua Changxi looked at him: "...Nascent Soul."

Tong Yao's heart thumped: "Can you heal a Nascent Soul injury?"

Hua Changxi: "Not yet. I still can't refine fourth-grade pills."

Disappointment instantly appeared on Tong Yao's face: "To be honest with you, this time many elders and I were injured."

Jingliao: "All injured in the Nascent Soul?"

Yan Zhenzhen also looked anxious: "Nascent Soul injuries are no small matter. They must be dealt with quickly."

Tong Yao nodded: "The Grand Elder is already looking for a way."

Yan Zhenzhen's eyes darted, she looked at Hua Changxi and said dramatically: "Changxi, you are the number one person in the Alchemy Saint Hall. Great responsibility rests on you."

Hua Changxi was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Yan Zhenzhen: "No one in the Medical Affairs Bureau now has better medical skills than you, right? That is to say, you represent the height of medical skill mastered by the Medical Affairs Bureau—perhaps not just the Medical Affairs Bureau, but maybe even the height of medical skill in the entire Four Spirits Realm."

Hua Changxi said with a straight face: "You're exaggerating. Who knows how many old monsters are hidden in the entire Four Spirits Realm."

Yan Zhenzhen: "Exaggeration or not, you are indeed the foremost medical expert on the surface. You can't deny that, can you?"

Hua Changxi said nothing.

Yan Zhenzhen: "So, you need to quickly improve your medical skills and alchemy techniques. Otherwise, you will limit the development of medical arts for the entire realm."

Hua Changxi looked at her, the corner of her mouth twitching: "Yan Zhenzhen, you're even better at raising the stakes than Gu Xing."

At least when Gu Xing urged her to take on the heavy responsibility, his focus was only on the Alchemy Saint Hall; Yan Zhenzhen, on the other hand, directly dragged in the entire realm.

"What, without me, the Four Spirits Realm would stop turning?"

"I'll give you the same advice—you better go home and improve your formation-laying skills, otherwise, you will limit the development of formations in the entire Four Spirits Realm."

Seeing Tong Yao and Jingliao watching the spectacle with expressions of agreement with Yan Zhenzhen, Hua Changxi also aimed a remark at them.

"Didn't you just say that several spiritual tide eruptions are needed for the Sacred Land to reappear? So you'd better go find a way quickly. If the Sacred Land remains hidden for too long, you will be sinners of the entire Central Continent."

"No, not just Central Continent. The five Sacred Lands are responsible for suppressing the Demon Prison. If they remain hidden for too long, causing demonic energy to leak into the human world, then you will be sinners of the entire Four Spirits Realm."

Yan Zhenzhen: "..."

Jingliao, Tong Yao: "..."

Looking at the three dumbfounded people, Hua Changxi snorted inwardly. As if she didn't know how to raise the stakes.

"Why aren't you talking anymore?"

"Most of the time, words are as light as a feather, but doing things is as heavy as Mount Tai. Don't stand here making idle comments without feeling the pain."

Yan Zhenzhen, Jingliao, and Tong Yao exchanged glances. Yan Zhenzhen even rubbed her nose guiltily. Well, Changxi really is as sharp-tongued and hard to fool as the rumors say!