Chapter 78: Taiji Medicinal Power

Pan Xiaohei noted it down and mocked, "This much wealth isn't enough for a single body-forging herbal bath."

Pan Yun's heart remained calm, untouched by its mockery: "My situation differs from Senior Brother's—we must slowly uncover the pattern. I don't believe the Dao is this cruel to me. I will find a solution."

Pan Xiaohei: "You're confident, aren't you?"

"Of course I am," Pan Yun said. "In my past life, my talent was exceptional; in this life, it's still exceptional. Even death couldn't stop me—I was reborn. I have the Three Jade Spirit Realms inside me, and a Mountain God as my master. The Dao favors me so greatly, I could be called the Heavenly Emperor's adopted daughter. I've been given so much—what's a little hardship?"

Pan Xiaohei: …

It suddenly realized Pan Yun wasn't saying this to flatter the Mountain God or the Dao—she truly believed it.

What shocked it most was that upon closer thought, it found she was right.

Pan Yun did have some fate's favor.

Wang Feiyin also thought his little sister had great fortune. Compared to his own past, her current misfortunes didn't even match the suffering of one of his fingers. Most importantly, she listened.

She really listened.

When told she had too much, she'd hand things over without a word.

Unlike him in his youth, who stubbornly fought heaven, earth, and mountains.

Wang Feiyin told her, "You're too well-behaved. So well-behaved, I'm starting to doubt you're not my fifth little sister."

Pan Yun said: "I'm one who adapts to circumstances and becomes a hero."

Wang Feiyin: "Heroine little sister, please stay by the bedside and use your fortune to grant this little girl a sliver of life."

Pan Yun agreed at once.

The Zhou family had prepared all the requested herbs—boiled, steamed—the small room filled with herbal scent, yet it remained crisp and clean.

The weather was good, the timing perfect. After three days of medicine and three days of acupuncture, little Zhou Meiniang was ready for the next stage of treatment.

Wang Feiyin carefully administered Sleep-Saint Powder. Less than half a quarter-hour later, little Zhou Meiniang fell into deep slumber.

Wang Feiyin picked up the needle and lightly pierced several points on her body. Seeing no reaction, he knew the medicine had taken effect, and said: "Little sister, your task is to watch her—monitor the Sleep-Saint Powder's condition, and protect her heart."

Pan Yun agreed.

She understood Wang Feiyin's meaning: she could inner-see not only herself but others. She could use her cultivation method and Qi to shield her lungs and heart, ensuring her vitality.

Sun Xianniang and Zhou Chao stood by, unwilling to fully entrust their daughter to them—so they observed.

Wang Feiyin also wanted them to see how cruel foot-binding was to children, so he let them enter the room to watch.

Pan Yun calmed her breath, activated her method, gently placed her palm on Zhou Meiniang's shoulder, closed her eyes slightly, and let her Tianmu follow her Qi into Zhou Meiniang's body, seeing her internal state.

She wrapped her tiny heart in Qi, then let the rest of her Qi disperse, wandering through her body.

As it wandered, Pan Yun noticed a slow-spinning energy cluster in her Dantian Palace—like a Taiji turning.

Pan Yun was stunned. What was this?

Her Qi dared not approach, watching quietly. After a moment, she noticed the truth: the cluster surrounded the neural pathways exiting the Dantian Palace. So this was… Sleep-Saint Powder?

So the medicine worked inside the body like this? Its power could form an energy cluster, shaped like a Taiji?

This was truly miraculous.

Pan Yun became fascinated by the changes inside Zhou Meiniang's body.

Outside, Wang Feiyin and Tao Ji gently secured her foot, sliced open her sole with a stone sickle. Sun Xianniang and Zhou Chao turned pale, knees buckling as if about to collapse. Wang Feiyin and Tao Ji realigned her foot bones and toes. Some pus and blood in her sole wouldn't dissolve—they cut open the sole, drained all the pus and blood, and removed some flesh…

Blood soaked through the mat beneath her. Wang Feiyin performed the surgery; Tao Ji carefully monitored blood loss. When he saw bleeding increase, he used acupuncture to slow it.

When Wang Feiyin stopped the bleeding and began suturing, then applied medicine and bandaging with Tao Ji, Pan Yun said: "Senior Brother, the energy cluster in her Dantian Palace is dispersing."

"Energy cluster?" Wang Feiyin quickened his movements. "Is it the Sleep-Saint Powder's power? I told you to protect her heart—why are you in her Dantian Palace?"

Pan Yun: "She's frowning. She's about to wake up."

Wang Feiyin and Tao Ji moved faster.

This was Pan Yun's first time doing this—she was nervous, and immediately gathered all her Qi around her lungs and heart. Seeing her heartbeat accelerate, she quickly soothed it with Qi.

Wang Feiyin, seeing bleeding fully controlled, sighed in relief, finished bandaging, and told Tao Ji to quickly needle her, diverting her attention.

Zhou Meiniang slowly woke, but was not alert—the Sleep-Saint Powder's effect hadn't fully faded. She was still dazed, but already felt pain in her sole.

She couldn't help but cry softly, whimpering quietly.

Sun Xianniang's eyes were red. She rushed forward, knelt by the bed, and gripped her hand tightly. "Nannan, don't cry, don't cry, Mama will blow on it."

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Tears dripped one by one from Zhou Meiniang's eyes into her ears and neck. She sobbed in shudders, voice full of grievance: "Mama said you wouldn't bind my feet anymore?"

"We're not binding them anymore. The Daoists fixed your feet—they've healed them. You won't hurt again."

Zhou Meiniang lifted her small head to look.

Sun Xianniang dared not let her see the blood. She hugged her head tightly, pulling her half into her arms: "Nannan, be good, don't move. It'll be better soon."

But Zhou Meiniang cried harder. When her feet were bound before, Mama had said the same thing—so Mama had lied to her again.

She really hurt so much.

Sun Xianniang hurt too. She hurriedly asked Pan Yun: "Little Immortal, is there any way to ease her pain?"

Pan Yun looked at Wang Feiyin.

Wang Feiyin frowned: "Sleep-Saint Powder is an anesthetic—don't overuse it. She's so young, we must be extra cautious…"

He saw the child crying pitifully, feared her pain might agitate her and reopen wounds, increasing bleeding—but he feared even more that overuse of Sleep-Saint Powder would harm the child.

Anesthetics were strange: they could induce sleep, or cause death without awareness. Different people reacted differently.

Especially in children—the dosage must be especially precise.

Pain relief could only come from other herbs, acupuncture, and…

Wang Feiyin looked at Pan Yun, eyes narrowing: "Little sister, do you remember how the Sleep-Saint Powder's power moved inside her?"

Pan Yun nodded: "Like a Taiji, circling before her Dantian Palace, blocking the neural pathways."

Wang Feiyin: "Use your Qi to simulate that power inside her. See what happens."

He instructed: "The Qi must be a thin layer, take it slow, don't rush."

The lucky number for this chapter is any number ending in 3, screenshot as proof.

(End of chapter)