Ancient Tears BloodLine Chapter 961 - 961 Part 1 Unknown Ancient Healing Technique

Chapter 961: Part 1: Unknown Ancient Healing Technique Chapter 961: Part 1: Unknown Ancient Healing Technique From MC’s Perspective: I ignored their whispers, their curious glances, and continued eating my al.

When I finished, I rose from the table, carrying my tray back to its place, feeling the weight of their stares on my back.

Let them watch.

It didn’t matter.

I had more important things to focus on.

I left the canteen and pulled out the map, tracing the path to the Healing Palace.

The route was simple, winding through quiet courtyards and past towering buildings.

My footsteps echoed softly in the still air.

After a few minutes of walking, I arrived at another grand manor.

It was as imposing as the Golden Lightning Palace, its towering walls carved with intricate symbols I couldn’t decipher.

My thoughts were interrupted as the enormous, ornate gates in front of swung open with a low creak.

Elder Ann must have sensed my arrival.

I stepped through the gates and found myself in yet another sprawling courtyard.

Unlike the other palaces, this one was filled with life-rows upon rows of carefully cultivated herbal plants stretched out before , their vibrant green leaves catching the light.

The air here was different, heavy with the scent of earth and the subtle fragrance of herbs.

I breathed it in, feeling a strange sense of calm wash over .

As I wandered, taking in the sight of the lush garden, a voice rang out from behind .

“Zack Lockwood, you ca at the perfect ti.” I turned around to see none other than Elder Ann herself.

She stood there, her green hair glowing softly under the sunlight, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Master,” I greeted her with a respectful nod.

She inclined her head in acknowledgnt, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusent and wisdom.

“I heard from Elder Austin that you’ve obtained the Purple Lightning Seed.

Now it’s my turn to offer you sothing.” She didn’t wait for a response, simply turned and gestured for to follow.

Her movents were deliberate, each step asured as though she held the weight of centuries of knowledge.

I trailed behind her as she led toward the main building.

The doors opened into a grand living room, its walls lined with shelves filled with ancient tos and scrolls.

A fireplace crackled gently in the corner, casting a warm glow over the room.

“Sit,” she commanded, and I obeyed, taking a seat in a chair.

My heart raced with anticipation.

What could she have in store for ?

Another rare treasure, perhaps?

My thoughts raced, but I kept my face neutral, waiting.

Elder Ann sat across from , her eyes piercing as if she could see right through my thoughts.

“Elental Seeds are rare, Zack,” she began, her voice calm but firm.

“Especially those related to healing.

I’ve only read about healing seeds in ancient texts, but I don’t possess one myself.” Her words hit harder than I expected.

A wave of disappointnt rolled through , though I tried to mask it.

Of course, I couldn’t expect to be this lucky twice.

I already had the Purple Lightning Seed.

I should be grateful.

But still…

Elder Ann, ever perceptive, saw the flicker of disappointnt in my eyes.

Her lips curved into a soft smile.

“Don’t fret,” she said, her voice soothing.

“I don’t have an elental seed for you, but I’ve prepared sothing just as valuable.” With a graceful motion, she pulled out a stack of old, weathered parchnts from a drawer nearby.

The scrolls looked ancient, their edges worn and cracked with age.

My breath caught as I realized what they were.

Healing techniques.

My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the parchnts.

These weren’t just any techniques-they had to be ancient, powerful thods passed down through generations.

What kind of secrets were written in them?

I looked up at Elder Ann, my mind racing with curiosity and excitent.

“What kind of healing techniques are these?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Elder Ann looked at with a thoughtful expression.

“I possess nurous healing techniques,” she said, her voice calm yet weighty.

“But not all of them are complete.

So are fragnts of greater techniques, lost to ti.

However, I do have a few complete healing elental thods in my collection.” She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in before continuing.

“These techniques co with strict requirents, though.

To practice them, a warrior must possess a pure healing elent, nothing else.

Only then can the warrior fully unlock their potential.” Her gaze sharpened as she studied .

“Similarly, other techniques co with similar restrictions.

So are designed solely for cultivating healing essence, while others are tailored specifically for female warriors.” I furrowed my brow, digesting her words.

“And what about ?” Elder Ann leaned back slightly, crossing her arms.

“Your situation is unique, Zack.

You possess both the essence of lightning and a physique tied to the blood elent.

The healing elent within you is, at best, supplentary.

It isn’t your primary focus.

You likely use it only when you’ve suffered injuries-correct?” Her words hit with a startling accuracy, and I felt my stomach twist.

She was right.

“Yes, Master,” I admitted, nodding slowly.

“I only use my healing elent when I need to heal myself.

The Healing Hand technique I learned allows to treat others as well, but…

that’s the extent of it.” Elder Ann nodded knowingly.

“You see?

The healing elent in your body is underutilized.

You’re barely scratching the surface of its potential.” I frowned, feeling a pang of frustration.

“I never truly learned how to use it properly,” I confessed.

“Tell ,” she said, her voice soft but probing.

“How did you co by this technique?

What is its origin?” Taking a deep breath, I began recounting the story.

“I got the healing technique from an old man at the Saw Scale Viper Academy,” I explained.

“He taught the Healing Hand thod-how to cure myself and others.” For the next ten minutes, I shared the details of that encounter, describing the old man and his teachings.

Elder Ann listened intently, nodding occasionally as I spoke.

When I finished, she leaned forward, her expression serious.

“It’s a good technique, Zack,” she said, her tone gentle but firm.

“But compared to the thods practiced here, it’s quite basic.

Now that you’re in a Tier-4 region, that technique is at the bottom of the scale.” Her words stung, but I knew they were true.

I had suspected as much ever since I arrived here.

My Healing Hand technique felt…

rudintary compared to the powers I had witnessed in this place.

“You should consider replacing it,” she continued.

“Otherwise, you’ll be wasting the healing elent inside you.

It could be put to far better use.” I bit my lip, my mind racing.

Replacing the only healing technique I knew?

It was daunting.

But if it ant unlocking greater potential, then perhaps it was necessary.

“Master,” I asked cautiously, “what should I do?

How do I change my technique?” Elder Ann smiled slightly, a glimr of warmth in her otherwise stoic deanor.

“We’ll find sothing better suited for you, Zack.

But you must be prepared.

Healing techniques of higher caliber require greater understanding and control.

It won’t be easy.” Her words filled with both excitent and apprehension.

Elder Ann leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with intensity as she spoke.

“Let offer you so advice, Zack,” she said, her tone a mix of wisdom and caution.

“You possess lightning essence for cultivation, and your physique is tied to the blood elent.

This dual cultivation makes you significantly stronger than most.

Each elent complents the other, enhancing your overall strength and resilience.” I nodded, absorbing her words.

The combination of elents had always felt like an advantage, but hearing her confirm it brought new clarity.

She continued, her voice growing more thoughtful.

“You can use your healing elent to enhance and protect your body in ways that others cannot.

Take, for instance, this ancient healing technique,” she said, reaching for a worn scroll from a nearby shelf.

She carefully unfurled it, revealing faded characters etched into the delicate parchnt.

“It’s incomplete, a relic from my earlier years of exploration.

But even in its fragnted state, it holds imnse potential.” I leaned in closer, my eyes scanning the mysterious script.

The words were unfamiliar, yet I could sense the power they held.

“This unknown technique is unlike any conventional healing thod,” Elder Ann explained.

“It doesn’t just focus on treating external wounds.

According to what I could decipher, by practicing this technique, you can actually strengthen your veins, ridians, blood vessels, and all of your internal organs.

It transforms the very fabric of your body’s internal structure.” I felt my pulse quicken as she spoke.

“Strengthen my veins and ridians?” I repeated, my mind racing.

“But how?” Elder Ann’s gaze was sharp, her tone asured.

“Through consistent practice, this thod could grant you the ability to fortify those parts of your body that are normally vulnerable.

The text hints at sothing remarkable-over ti, it claims that your veins, ridians, and even blood vessels could develop special powers, becoming more resistant to damage, and potentially even gaining the ability to heal themselves.” Her words struck like lightning, and my heart pounded with excitent.

Self-healing organs?

It sounded impossible, like sothing out of a legend, but the way she spoke made it seem almost within reach.

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