Chapter 78: Taiji Medicinal Power

Pan Xiao blacked it in, mocking, “This much wealth isn’t enough for a single bath in physique-strengthening herbs.”

Pan Yun’s heart remained calm, untouched by his mockery: “My situation differs from Senior Brother’s. We must slowly find the pattern. I don’t believe the Dao is this cruel to me—I will find a way.”

Pan Xiao: “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 Spiritual Realms inside me, and a Mountain God as my master. The Dao favors me so greatly, I could be called the Heaven’s adopted daughter. I’ve been given so much—what’s a little suffering?”

Pan Xiao: …

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 turned out she was right.

Pan Yun did have some fortune on her side.

Wang Feiyin also thought his little sister had great fortune. Compared to his own past, her current misfortunes didn’t even compare to the pain he’d suffered in a single finger. Most importantly, she listened.

She really listened.

When told she had too much, she’d give it away without hesitation.

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 a wise one who adapts to the times.”

Wang Feiyin: “Wise little sister, please stay by the bedside. Use your fortune to grant this little girl a sliver of hope.”

Pan Yun agreed at once.

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

The weather was good, the timing perfect. After three days of medicine and 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 needles and lightly pierced several points on her body. Seeing no reaction, he knew the medicine had taken effect. “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 not only inwardly observe herself, but others too. She could use her cultivation and true 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—they had to watch.

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

Pan Yun calmed her breath, activated her technique, and gently placed her palm on Zhou Meiniang’s shoulder. She closed her eyes slightly; her spiritual sense, carried by her true qi, entered Zhou Meiniang’s body and saw its inner state.

She wrapped her tiny heart in true qi; the rest of her qi spread out, wandering through her body.

As she wandered, Pan Yun noticed a slow-spinning energy cluster in Zhou Meiniang’s dantian—like a Taiji in motion.

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 extending from the dantian. So this was… Sleep-Saint Powder?

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

This was truly miraculous.

Pan Yun became entranced by the changes inside Zhou Meiniang’s body.

Outside, Wang Feiyin and Tao Ji gently secured her foot. The lancet sliced open her sole. Watching, Zhou Chao and Sun Xianniang turned pale, knees buckling as if to collapse. Wang Feiyin and Tao Ji realigned her foot bones and toe bones. Some pus and blood wouldn’t dissolve, so they cut open the sole, drained all the pus, and removed some flesh…

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

When Wang Feiyin stopped the bleeding and began suturing, while Tao Ji applied medicine and bandaging, Pan Yun said, “Senior Brother, the energy cluster in her dantian is dispersing.”

“Energy cluster?” Wang Feiyin quickened his movements. “Is it the Sleep-Saint Powder’s power? I told you to guard her heart—why are you in her dantian?”

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. She immediately gathered all her qi near her lungs and heart. Seeing her heartbeat quicken, she soothed it with true qi.

Wang Feiyin saw the bleeding fully controlled, finished wrapping the gauze, and told Tao Ji to quickly needle her, to distract her.

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

She let out quiet sobs.

Sun Xianniang’s eyes were red. She rushed forward, knelt by the bed, and gripped her hand tightly. “Little one, don’t cry, don’t cry. Mama will blow on it.”

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Tears dripped from Zhou Meiniang’s eyes into her ears, down her neck. She sobbed, trembling, “Mama said you wouldn’t bind my feet anymore…”

“We’re not binding them anymore. The Daoists fixed your feet. You won’t feel pain again.”

Zhou Meiniang lifted her small head to look.

Sun Xianniang dared not let her see the blood. She hugged her head close, pulling her into her arms. “Little one, 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 again.

She 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. It shouldn’t be used often. She’s so young—we must be extra cautious…”

He saw the child crying pitifully, feared her pain might agitate her, worsen bleeding. But he feared even more that too much Sleep-Saint Powder would harm her.

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

Especially children—dosage and method required extreme caution.

Pain relief would still have to 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, blocking the neural pathways.”

Wang Feiyin: “Use your qi to simulate that effect inside her. See what happens.”

He warned: “Make your qi thin—slowly, no rush.”

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

(End of Chapter)