The white-haired old man looked at Mo Wen expectantly, hoping to get the answer that he had been longing for from his mouth.
"Of course it is possible to recover. Since one's cultivation can be crippled, it can naturally be recovered, no matter the circumstances," Mo Wen said plainly. This was not a question of whether it could be done, but whether it could be done.
With ordinary methods, it was almost impossible for someone who had been crippled for decades to regain his previous cultivation.
If Mo Wen hadn't received Ji Wuya's inheritance, he wouldn't have been able to cure such a problem. In other words, it was almost impossible for ordinary medical skills to bring people back to life. Only the means of the cultivators could change the old man's fate.
"Is it possible to recover?" The white-haired old man was extremely excited. He grabbed Mo Wen's hand. After getting a definite answer, he could no longer contain the excitement in his heart.
Since this young man said so, it meant that he had a certain degree of confidence. If it was in the past, how could he believe a young man's words? But now, he was in a hopeless situation with no way out. Any hope, no matter how faint, he wanted to grasp it. Moreover, this young man gave him a rather mysterious and profound feeling.
"Old man, I'm just saying it's possible. I can't guarantee that you will recover. Also, your condition is not easy to treat," Mo Wen said unhurriedly as he sat on the chair and took a sip of tea.
The white-haired old man understood that this situation was definitely not easy to treat. Otherwise, he wouldn't have searched for all the divine doctors in the world, but in the end, no one could restore his cultivation.
"Little Brother, as long as you can help me recover my cultivation, once I've settled the matter in my heart, I'll return to your side and serve you as my master. My life will be yours in the future."
The white-haired old man could naturally tell that this young man would not treat people casually, not to mention that his condition was so serious. If there was no attractive reward, he would definitely not treat him. Although he had once been a Martial Arts Grandmaster Third Realm expert and had stood gloriously at the pinnacle of the Ancient Martial Arts Practitioners, he was still a Martial Arts Grandmaster. But that was only in the past. Now, he had nothing on him. Apart from himself, there was almost nothing he could offer.
"Sir. Then it's a deal. "
Mo Wen smiled and nodded his head. He had his reasons for saying that. The elder was an absolute strong practitioner in the Martial Arts Grandmaster Third Realm. If Mo Wen could help him recover his cultivation, Moreover, if he were to be recruited, he would definitely be a great help.
After a round of conversation, Mo Wen found out that the elder's name was Ling Feng. A hundred years ago, he was already a well-known figure. When one's cultivation reached the Martial Arts Grandmaster level, their lifespan would increase greatly. Ordinary Martial Arts Grandmasters could live up to two hundred years without a problem. A third realm Martial Arts Grandmaster like Ling Feng could live even longer.
In a wooden house with a sea of flowers, birds chirped and the fragrance of flowers bloomed. Mo Wen did not stay there for long. After discussing some details with the white-haired old man, he left the valley.
The meridians in Ling Feng's entire body had been destroyed, his Dantian had been shattered, and the essence energy within his body had been completely drained. Under such circumstances, it was naturally impossible for him to recover so easily. Even if Mo Wen had the ability to treat them, it would still take some effort.
He left some healing pills for Ling Feng to nourish his body, which could improve his body before the formal treatment. Reducing the difficulty of treatment.
The clouds were rolling and the fog and trees were connected, causing the visibility in the psychedelic stratagem to be very low. He successfully walked out of the Psychedelic Array.
In reality, the location of the psychedelic stratagem was right next to the Five Tigers Sect. It could almost be said that it was inside the Five Tigers Sect. However, with the psychedelic stratagem concealing it, almost no one had discovered this area.
After returning to the wooden hut, Mo Wen continued to treat his injuries in peace. As for treating Ling Feng, he still did not have the ability to do so. He needed to concoct a top grade spiritual pill that Ji Wuya had passed down to him. In his current condition, he did not have the ability to concoct medicinal pills at all. Hence, he could only wait until he had completely recovered.
The medicinal pills in the Immortal Cultivation world were naturally divided into grades. However, ordinary ancient martial art practitioners had almost no understanding of the concept of the grades of spiritual pills. That was because ordinary ancient martial art practitioners used the most ordinary medicinal pills. Many people would never have the chance to come into contact with something of the level of spiritual pills. To most ancient martial art practitioners, spiritual pills were legendary existences. How would they know the grades of spiritual pills?
In the Immortal Cultivation world, the grades of medicinal pills corresponded to the grades of spiritual medicine. They were divided into panaceas, profound pills, sacred pills, and immortal pills.
Each grade was further divided into four grades: low grade, medium grade, top grade, and superb grade.
Generally speaking, the spiritual pills that ancient martial art practitioners exchanged for from the Huatian Palace were almost all low grade spiritual pills. Medium grade spiritual pills were very rare.
In the past, Mo Wen could only barely concoct low grade spiritual pills. If he was lucky, he might occasionally be able to concoct one or two medium grade spiritual pills. As for top grade spiritual pills, he had almost never thought about them. It was because he knew that he could not concoct them at all.
Not long ago, after he had unsealed one of Ji Wuya's Primordial Soul seals, he had received even more legacies. Only then did he dare to try concocting top grade spiritual pills.
At night, it was still Wang Qian who delivered Mo Wen his meal. She carried a food container and placed it on the table. Then, she turned and prepared to leave. She seemed to have no intention of paying much attention to Mo Wen.
"Wang Qian, why is Wan 'er coming back later and later these days?"
Mo Wen asked with a slight frown as he looked at the sky outside. The sky had completely darkened. According to the usual circumstances, Wan 'er should have returned by now. However, these few days, he noticed that Wan' er came back later and later. Moreover, every time she came back, she was rather tired.
"It's all because of you. If it wasn't for …"
Wang Qian glared at Mo Wen in annoyance. She suddenly stopped halfway through her sentence. She only snorted softly and looked at Mo Wen with a somewhat displeased gaze.
"What's wrong with Wan 'er?" Mo Wen asked softly. He could tell that Wan 'er's life in this sect was not easy. He had expected that the low-level disciples would lead a tough life. However, these few days, things seemed to be developing in a worse direction.
"You only need to know that Wan 'er has sacrificed a lot for you. She does not ask for anything in return. Wan' er saved you because she has kindness in her heart. If you want to repay her, pass on this kindness."
Wang Qian sighed softly. Just now, she had almost let it slip. Wan 'er had been punished by the sect because she had saved Mo Wen. Although she wanted to complain, Wan' er had not allowed her to say it. Wan 'er was like a blank piece of paper. She dreamed of living in a fairytale-like world. She hoped that everyone would be kind and loving and that everyone would be happy. This kind of thinking was very childish. However, Wan 'er was just that innocent.
"Because of me?" Mo Wen was deep in thought.
Wang Qian shook her head and turned to leave. She did not want to say anything more to Mo Wen. Although she felt very indignant, her heart ached for Wan 'er, and she wanted to complain, she would not really go to Mo Wen to complain. She did not want to vent like this. She felt wronged because of Wan 'er. Wan 'er could bear everything silently and never complained. What right did she have to complain? Mo Wen looked at Wang Qian's back and frowned slightly. Wan 'er worked so hard every day because of him?
The night grew darker and darker. The bright moon hung high in the sky. The night was exceptionally quiet. It seemed as though the wind and the chirping of the insects were becoming more and more cautious.
Mo Wen looked at Wang Qian's silhouette and frowned slightly. Wan 'er worked so hard every day because of him?
Wan 'er would come to visit him every night. She would only go back to rest after seeing that Mo Wen was well. The latest time she came was not even nine o' clock. It was already past ten o 'clock. Wan 'er would come to visit him every night. She would only go back to rest after seeing that Mo Wen was well. The latest time she came was not even nine o' clock. It was already past ten o 'clock now.
Just as Mo Wen was feeling a little uneasy, light footsteps came from outside. Mo Wen's eyes flashed. Wan 'er had returned.
As expected, after a while, the wooden door was pushed open from the outside. Wan 'er dragged her tired body into the room.
"Big Brother Mo, I was delayed tonight. That's why I'm late. Are you feeling better? Did Sister Wang Qian bring you food? Did you drink the medicine I brewed for you? "
Su Wan 'er asked the moment she entered the room out of habit.
"After drinking the medicine that Wan 'er brewed, my body is recovering faster and faster. I will be fully recovered soon," Mo Wen said with a smile.
"That's good."
Wan 'er's lips curled into a happy smile. She glanced around the room and then picked up a broom, preparing to sweep the room as usual.
"Wan 'er, are you crying?"
Mo Wen asked softly. He noticed that Wan 'er's expression was rather tired. Her face was pale and she looked haggard. Her eyes were slightly red and swollen, as though she had just cried.
"No … no … when I came just now, the wind blew some sand into my eyes," Wan 'er immediately said as she shook her head.
"Wan 'er, it's not good to lie. Can you tell me what happened?" Mo Wen smiled. Wan' er was actually very strong-willed.
Wan 'er lowered her head. Her face was slightly red. Her lie had been seen through and it made her feel somewhat ashamed. She was not good at lying.
"Wan 'er, do you go down the mountain to gather medicinal herbs every day?" Mo Wen asked. After observing her for the past few days, he also noticed that Wan 'er came into contact with medicinal herbs every day. It was because she had a strong herbal scent on her body. Naturally, this could not be hidden from Mo Wen.
"Yes." Wan 'er nodded her head gently.
"Are you crying because you did not complete your task and were punished by the steward?" Mo Wen said softly. Although he did not know the exact situation, he could guess it with just a little thought. In order to effectively manage the sect, the rules of the sect were usually very strict. For things like going down the mountain to gather medicinal herbs, every sect would set a certain number of tasks to prevent the sect's disciples from slacking off and going down the mountain for a stroll.
"I have already not completed the task four times. If it happens again, my cultivation will be crippled and I will be chased out of the sect."
After Mo Wen had guessed the reason, Wan 'er's tears uncontrollably flowed down. She felt very wronged, but she did not know who to talk to.
Most of the ancient martial arts disciples who were chased out of the sect did not have the right to leave with their cultivation. More than ninety percent of them would have their cultivation crippled by the sect. They were also not allowed to teach the sect's martial arts to others. Once it was discovered, they would be eliminated. Almost all the ancient martial arts sects used this method to completely sever their relationships with the disciples who were chased out.
"Tell Big Brother Mo. The medicinal herb gathering task should not be difficult to complete." Mo Wen walked to Wan 'er's side and pulled her to the table to sit down. He did not let her do any more chores.
After all, Wan 'er was just a little girl. After Mo Wen guessed the reason and asked about it out of concern, she could not help but feel wronged and poured out her heart to Mo Wen. (To be continued.)
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