Such a massive spiritual energy deficit—there was no way to pack it all into a single antidote.
Lin Wuming frowned deeply.
Was all of this premeditated?
Had someone deliberately set such a deadly trap?
If his junior sister hadn’t tried to heal, she’d have remained a cripple for life.
But the moment she dared to pursue recovery—it became a death sentence.
Whether they healed her eyes first or her meridians, that enormous energy gap would guarantee disaster.
Best case: permanent disability.
Worst case: instant death.
Who had done this?
What a cruel mind!
What a sophisticated hand!
Perhaps they could’ve killed her outright, but deliberately let her live just long enough to be destroyed by someone else’s failed treatment—cutting themselves clean from suspicion?
The more he thought about it, the more Lin Wuming’s skin crawled.
The crisis wasn’t over.
Using the immense power of the mid-grade spirit stone, he continued infusing spiritual energy into He Yingying while probing her meridians more carefully.
Time ticked by.
As energy steadily poured into her broken meridians, her internal channels finally began to feel… full.
But horrifyingly, even in this saturated state, her meridians showed no sign of stopping.
They continued devouring spiritual energy like a bottomless pit.
Yet every conduit had a limit. If this continued, her meridians might burst from the overload.
And if that happened?
Not even the gods could save her.
Lin Wuming’s expression grew uglier by the second.
Traps. Traps everywhere.
One wrong move, and she’d be dead.
But how was he supposed to solve this?
Should he divert the energy somehow?
But… how?
“Senior Brother… I feel awful…”
Her voice suddenly drifted into his ears.
Lin Wuming jolted.
She was still conscious?!
With things this dire, he had assumed she’d already passed out.
But no—she was still aware?
“Senior Brother… Senior Brother…”
The girl murmured weakly.
The overflowing energy made her restless, no longer still and silent.
She began to fumble and twist, then suddenly turned over.
Lin Wuming was caught off guard and opened his eyes.
Just as his vision caught a scene of red plum blossoms on snowy mountains, her delicate face drew close.
Two slender, pale arms wrapped around his neck—then sparks of tingling heat bloomed between their lips.
His eyes widened.
The next second, a surge of spiritual energy exploded from her body and rushed into his.
The force hit him like a train, making every nerve scream.
He immediately activated his cultivation method to absorb the flood of energy.
Thankfully, thanks to his unique constitution, he could handle it.
The energy from the spirit stone entered He Yingying—but whatever her body couldn’t absorb overflowed into Lin Wuming.
The result?
The spirit stone’s energy was drained rapidly—but both Lin Wuming and He Yingying remained saturated with spiritual power.
And just like that—
A flash of inspiration hit him.
‘If both our bodies were full of energy… could I use this chance to start repairing her meridians?!’
The thought made his heart pound.
It would be incredibly difficult.
Just transferring and converting spiritual energy was already exhausting.
Attempting meridian reconstruction on top of that was bordering on madness.
But…
There was no other way.
“Old man Ma… don’t let me down now!”
Lin Wuming sighed inwardly.
According to Old man Ma, the “Meridian Reconnection Technique” he had taught him could restore any meridian as long as it wasn’t completely destroyed.
It was just… such a ridiculous claim that Lin Wuming had never believed it.
But now, with no other options—and his supply of spirit stones running out—he had no choice.
Plus, after the whole “sugar bean” incident earlier, he was starting to suspect that maybe those seemingly random techniques from the old man… actually contained hidden profundities.
Maybe that backwater place wasn’t so ordinary after all.
Maybe the mundane arts taught there were infused with the essence of the Dao.
If that were true, perhaps Old man Ma’s medical skills might actually work miracles…
(If the legendary “Healing Patriarch” heard Lin Wuming’s thoughts, he’d probably laugh and cry at the same time.)
In truth, Lin Wuming’s guess wasn’t entirely wrong.
In the Forbidden Land of the Heavenly Dao, where spiritual energy was sealed, only Dao resonance could be passed on.
That Lin Wuming could pick up their life’s worth of skills just from Dao intent… was nothing short of extraordinary talent.
Having made up his mind, Lin Wuming stopped hesitating.
While continuing to stabilize the flow of energy, he began diverting a portion of it to carefully stimulate and link the severed meridians in his junior sister’s body.
Thanks to the surplus energy in both their bodies, he didn’t have to worry about running out and could afford to be bold.
Although broken, the meridians weren’t entirely disconnected.
The trick to reconnecting them lay in precision—and patience. Their fragmented state made them difficult to manage.
To reconnect meridians, one needed a perfect, one-shot repair. No room for error.
Every damaged or severed conduit needed to be repaired in one go.
Afterward, a thread of spiritual energy would serve as a binding agent, linking them into a single network.
Then came the infusion—a flood of spiritual energy running through the freshly restored network.
If that was successful, and everything circulated smoothly through a few full cycles, the repair would be complete.
Of course, forcibly reattaching broken meridians wasn’t the end.
They would still take months—or years—to fully heal.
Only once the meridians self-regenerated into a seamless system could one cultivate without risk again.
This healing period could be as short as three months, or as long as several years, depending on the person’s talent, the extent of their injuries, and the skill of the healer.
That’s why meridian mending was so difficult.
To do it perfectly was even rarer.
In fact, a healer’s ability to reconnect meridians was one of the ultimate measures of their skill.
The current master of Shennong Valley had gained worldwide fame precisely because, centuries ago, he had flawlessly reconnected the shattered meridians of a top-tier cultivator.
That man fully recovered in just six months.
The feat caused an uproar.
The healer was hailed as the rebirth of the Medical Patriarch, revered by all.
Ever since then, Shennong Valley had become a sacred land of medicine, with visitors flooding in, offering lavish gifts, desperate to befriend the one known as the Greatest Healer Alive.
Lin Wuming had heard those stories too—and had always revered the Shennong Valley master like a divine being.
Well… until today.
Because now?
He realized—what’s so hard about mending meridians, anyway?!
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