Free Web NovelChapter 309: Recovering from Injuries
The silver light shuttle sped crookedly over the desolate mountain range, like a silver meteor that could be extinguished at any moment. Inside the cabin, Fang Hao sat cross-legged. His body trembled involuntarily due to the intense pain and overexertion. The blood that had seeped from his seven orifices had already dried, leaving streaks of dark red on his face, making him look incomparably miserable.
His consciousness was like a candle in the wind, liable to be swallowed by endless darkness at any moment. The Meridians inside his body felt as if they were tearing apart inch by inch; every circulation of Spiritual Power brought tearing pain, as if countless small knives were churning inside. Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the backlash to his Divine Soul from forcibly activating the Soul-Shocking Spike felt like thousands of fine needles pricking him, bringing waves of dizziness, intense pain, and an uncontrollable sense of weakness that was even more dangerous than the wounds to his Physical Body.
"I cannot pass out... I absolutely cannot pass out..." Fang Hao gritted his teeth, blood seeping from between them, forcing himself to maintain the last shred of clarity. He knew clearly that if he lost consciousness now, the consequences would be unimaginable. The silver light shuttle would lose control and crash; even if he were lucky enough not to die, in the depths of this crisis-ridden wilderness, given his current state, there would be absolutely no chance of survival.
With a trembling hand, he reached for an inconspicuous gray Storage bag hanging at his waist. This was not his commonly used Storage Ring, but a spare Storage bag he specifically kept for storing his most precious items that would only be used in the most urgent situations. His Divine Sense struggled to probe inside, locking onto a warm, white jade vial.
The stopper was painstakingly pulled out, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance, carrying a strange aura of Yin and Yang harmony, instantly permeated the entire narrow space of the silver light shuttle. Just by smelling this medicinal fragrance, Fang Hao’s painfully throbbing Sea of Consciousness felt as if it had been brushed by a wisp of cool, sweet spring water, bringing a brief moment of relief.
yin yang harmony pill!
It was the very wondrous Medicinal Pill he had refined years ago for the Grand Princess of the Mingling Empire to help her heal her injuries and restore her Dao foundation. This Medicinal Pill not only had miraculous effects for breaking through Realms and harmonizing Yin and Yang, but the pure medicinal power and powerful healing and nourishing abilities for the Divine Soul contained within it also made it a Saint Grade product for healing. He had originally refined nine pills, given four to the Grand Princess, and kept five for himself; in past dangers, he had already used three, saving his life more than once. Now, these two remaining ones were his trump card for saving his life.
Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Hao strained to pour out a pill the size of a dragon’s eye from the vial. It was half pitch-black as ink and half pure white as jade, with the two colors flowing and emitting a profound aura—it was precisely the yin yang harmony pill. The Medicinal Pill felt warm in his hand, pulsing slightly as if it had a life of its own.
He struggled to put the Medicinal Pill into his mouth, not even having time to savor it before swallowing it whole.
Once in his stomach, the Medicinal Pill did not immediately dissolve; instead, like ice thrown into boiling water, it melted instantly, transforming into two pure torrents with diametrically opposed yet complementary natures. One was extremely Yin and soft, bone-chillingly cold; the other was extremely Yang and rigid, scorching like fire. These two medicinal powers did not immediately disperse but, like two agile fish, connected head-to-tail and began to slowly wander and rotate along a certain profound trajectory within Fang Hao’s nearly shattered Meridians.
Wherever they passed, that extremely Yin power, like the gentlest ice spring, soothed and nourished the damaged, burning Meridians, slowly gathering and calming the violent, chaotic fragments of Spiritual Power. Meanwhile, the extremely Yang power, like a warm hearth fire, continuously stimulated and urged Fang Hao’s own vitality and potential, repairing the fractured and blocked meridian pathways.
Furthermore, a cool, gentle, yet incomparably tenacious power of the Divine Soul radiated from the core of the medicinal power. Like spring rain moistening everything, it silently seeped into Fang Hao’s Sea of Consciousness, which had been ravaged by a storm. Wherever it passed, the thousands of needle-pricking pains were slowly smoothed away, and the trembling, fracturing space of his Sea of Consciousness gradually stabilized and calmed under the nourishment of this power. The sense of tearing and dizziness in his Divine Soul, caused by overusing the Soul-Shocking Spike, slowly receded like the tide.
"Huu..." Fang Hao couldn’t help but let out a low and comfortable sigh. The efficacy of the yin yang harmony pill was indeed miraculous and overbearing; in just a moment, the intense pain and weakness that had almost caused him to collapse had eased by at least thirty percent. Although his injuries were still severe, at least his consciousness had thoroughly cleared, and there was a trace of power flowing within his body once again.
"Much better... than last time." Fang Hao felt a little more at ease. He recalled when he was at the border of the Great Yan Empire, facing the Sun Family Old Ancestor, and had forcibly activated the not-yet-mastered Soul-Shocking Spike for the first time, leading to a backlash of his Divine Soul that left him unconscious for several days. If not for the Chaos Derivation Art protecting his body on its own, plus some luck, he would have likely perished long ago. This time, although the backlash was equally severe—even worse because the opponent was in the Middle Nascent Soul Stage and he had activated it more fiercely—firstly, his Divine Sense was much stronger than before; secondly, his coping experience was richer; and thirdly, he had taken such a wondrous Medicinal Pill as the yin yang harmony pill in time, so he finally did not pass out on the spot, retaining his last shred of mobility and consciousness.
"Must seize the time to thoroughly refine the medicinal power and stabilize the injuries!" Fang Hao forced himself to perk up and stopped being distracted. He took a deep breath, and with difficulty, his hands formed a strange hand seal—this was precisely the starting stance of the Chaos Derivation Art.
As the Mind-Cultivation Technique circulated, within his Dantian, the Chaos vortex, which had appeared dim and nearly dried up due to excessive consumption, began to rotate extremely slowly and with great difficulty. With the rotation of the vortex, a faint yet incomparably pure Chaos Spiritual Power was born from the center of the vortex, flowing like a stream into the Meridians that had been initially nourished and repaired by the medicinal power of the yin yang harmony pill.
The Chaos Derivation Art was truly a supreme Cultivation Technique; the Chaos Spiritual Power it cultivated possessed the abilities of inclusion, nourishment, repair, and transformation, making it omnipotent. At this moment, with the cooperation of the medicinal power of the yin yang harmony pill, it was even more like a fish in water. Wherever the Chaos Spiritual Power passed, it acted like the most skillful craftsman, guiding and harmonizing the ice-and-fire dual nature of the yin yang harmony pill’s medicinal power, allowing it to integrate more efficiently and gently into Fang Hao’s flesh, Meridians, bones, and even his Divine Soul.
The damaged Meridians, under the dual nourishment of the Chaos Spiritual Power and the medicinal power, healed and widened at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming even tougher than before the injury. The shattered internal organs, under the stimulation of powerful vitality, also slowly regenerated and healed. In the Sea of Consciousness, that cool power of the Divine Soul, guided by the Chaos Derivation Art, evenly nourished every inch of his Divine Sense, repairing the fine cracks caused by the Soul-Shocking Spike.
Fang Hao’s Physical Body had already reached the Perfection Realm of "Golden Qi Marrow Cleansing," and his vitality was incomparably formidable; now that it was being nourished, the recovery speed was even more astonishing. The tiny wounds on the surface of his body quickly scabbed over and fell off, revealing new skin that shimmered with a faint white-gold luster. Inside his body, the white-gold luster that had integrated deep into his bone marrow seemed to have become even purer and more condensed during this extreme exhaustion and repair.
Time slipped away bit by bit, amidst the aimless flight of the silver light shuttle and Fang Hao’s self-forgetful healing.
The silver light shuttle had long been set by Fang Hao to fly automatically toward the depths of the wilderness, where few people set foot. Although it was not fast, it had the advantage of being stealthy. Along the way, they flew over countless steep Peaks, deep canyons, and swamps filled with poisonous miasma. Occasionally, the aura of powerful Demon Beasts was stirred, but upon sensing the not-so-strong aura of the silver light shuttle and the lingering sense of danger inside the cabin (coming from the residual, not fully restrained Evil Qi on Fang Hao and the aura of the battle heaven axe), most chose to retreat.
He did not know how much time had passed—one day, or perhaps two.
Fang Hao, inside the silver light shuttle, slowly opened his eyes. Deep in his pupils, a trace of Chaos color flashed, then returned to clarity. Although his face was still pale from excessive blood loss and his aura had not yet recovered to its Peak, that sense of exhaustion and imminent collapse had vanished. His Meridians were basically cleared, his internal injuries were seventy to eighty percent healed, and the most troublesome backlash to his Divine Soul had also stabilized under the miraculous medicinal power of the yin yang harmony pill and the nourishing effect of the Chaos Derivation Art. There was no longer any tearing pain, only some lingering dull pain and a sense of weakness that required time to slowly recuperate.
"Finally... saved my life." Fang Hao let out a long sigh, still feeling lingering fear. A life-and-death battle with a Middle Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator was indeed extremely dangerous. If he hadn’t exhausted all his trump cards, combined with Mo Yunhe’s underestimation of the enemy, and if he hadn’t seized that fleeting flaw, the outcome would have been uncertain. Especially at the end, when he activated the battle heaven axe, which had initially nurtured an artifact spirit, it had almost drained him of everything; if not for the timely yin yang harmony pill, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
He inspected his own body and found that although his injuries had not fully healed and his cultivation had suffered some loss, the Hundred Refinements Golden Body Art seemed to have gained a trace of improvement during that extreme exhaustion and repair, seemingly one step closer to the Bottleneck of the fourth level of Perfection. Although his Sea of Consciousness had been damaged, after this tempering, it seemed to have become more solid and tenacious. Misfortune might be a blessing in disguise; this serious injury might also have been a form of tempering.
"This place is not suitable for a long stay. Mo Yunhe has fallen, and the Tiangong Alliance will never let this matter rest. I must get away from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, find an absolutely safe place to thoroughly heal my injuries, and digest what I gained from this battle." A flash of light passed through Fang Hao’s eyes. He took out a map Jade Slip and carefully identified the direction.
The silver light shuttle was currently flying over a continuous, seemingly endless black mountain range. Below were bottomless canyons and fog so thick it could not be dispersed, where the auras of powerful Demon Beasts faintly lay dormant. This place was at least tens of thousands of miles away from Tiangong City, deep in the wilderness, where few people set foot; it was indeed a good place to hide temporarily.
Fang Hao controlled the silver light shuttle to land in a hidden crevice of a cliff, covered by vines and ancient trees, and quickly set up several layers of concealment and protection Formations around it. Only after doing all this did he relax a little.
Only at this moment did he truly have time to carefully check the biggest gain from this battle—Mo Yunhe’s Storage Ring.
A Middle Nascent Soul Stage Elder, especially an Elder from a major power like the Tiangong Alliance, possessed such abundant wealth that even Fang Hao, who had been mentally prepared, couldn’t help but feel his breathing quicken a little.
He suppressed his excitement and probed his Divine Sense into that black Storage Ring with its antique design and faint, eerie glow.
