Ye Huai Feng paused for a mont and obediently lay down on the small couch.
Qiann Yan walked over, brought a chair to sit beside him, and pressed her palm against the position of Ye Huai Feng’s Spirit Root. He only felt a warm spiritual power entering his body, swirling around at the position of his Spirit Root.
"Don’t be nervous."
Ye Huai Feng pursed his lips, staring at Qiann Yan’s face up close, montarily srized, unknowingly relaxing: "Yes."
Master truly is different now; the worries between her brows have all faded, now replaced with confidence and clarity.
Qiann Yan observed the shattered condition of Ye Huai Feng’s Spirit Root. Originally, the Ice Spiritual Root should be the size of an index finger, smooth overall, emitting a gleaming white light, cool to the touch.
However, Ye Huai Feng’s damaged Spirit Root was full of cracks, only half the size of an index finger, the light very dim, with a fracture in the middle.
After a careful examination, she believed that if it wasn’t repaired quickly, during so cultivation it might very well snap into two pieces.
"Master, is it very difficult to repair?" Ye Huai Feng’s eyes dimd. Cultivating to this point was already challenging enough; how easy could it be to repair?
Qiann Yan fell into contemplation.
Ye Huai Feng didn’t dare to interrupt, but in his heart, he couldn’t stop the rising disappointnt.
In the previous life of the original owner, Ye Huai Feng absorbed countless Evil Qi, his Spirit Root was dug out, yet it grew back through those Evil Qi. This shows that a person’s talent is indeed influenced by the Spirit Root, but also suggests that talent is not limited to the Spirit Root, but rather part of the person.
"I have an idea."
Ye Huai Feng’s eyes brightened sowhat: "Master, what should I do?"
"It’s just an idea."
"I’m willing, no matter what it takes." Ye Huai Feng said firmly, thinking it couldn’t be worse than it is now.
Qiann Yan’s gaze fell on Ye Huai Feng’s determined face: "Alright, we can try."
This eldest disciple of hers has great potential, a fine temperant, and naturally good talent, most suitable for cultivation.
Soone as talented as Ye Huai Feng not becoming immortal doesn’t make sense.
He must beco immortal!
"I believe a person’s talent isn’t limited to the Spirit Root. There is great potential inherent. I plan to use external forces to stimulate the Spirit Root, unleash potential, and encourage it to regrow." Qiann Yan said calmly, "But it will be very painful."
"Master, I’m not afraid of pain."
Pain? Every cultivation session is painful, and he never plans to stop.
"Then let’s try it now."
Ye Huai Feng was taken aback; is it that urgent? He hadn’t waited for Qiann Yan’s words before quickly feeling a prickling pain at the location of his Spirit Root; he felt the Power of thunder and lightning.
It was Master’s power. She was using the Power of thunder and lightning to stimulate his Spirit Root.
He sent his consciousness into the Spirit Root, stunned, for Master wasn’t stimulating his Spirit Root but the thunder and lightning had transford into tiny thread-like entities stitching together his broken Spirit Root.
Can it really be done this way?
When he relaxed, a sudden sharp pain surged through, causing him to groan. This ti it truly was Master using power to stimulate his Spirit Root.
It was indeed excruciating.
Feeling at the limit of endurance, another gentle force ca to aid in repairing his Spirit Root, reducing the pain.
Over and over, an unknown number of tis, Qiann Yan gave Ye Huai Feng so Elixir to swallow, instructing him to channel all his power to the location of the Spirit Root.
An entire night felt so prolonged.
At dawn, Qiann Yan checked Ye Huai Feng’s Spirit Root, and as she predicted, his body’s potential was limitless, and the Spirit Root had changed, with the previously stitched areas now sowhat nded.
However, the people of this world couldn’t imagine the concept of stitching a Spirit Root.
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