"Your martial arts are too weak, you need more training." Ming Guang pouted, standing aside with his arms behind his back.
"Master Ming Guang, it’s not that I don’t train, but I’m just not suited for training Inner Strength." Yang Ruxin patted his chest, "But could you notify in advance next ti you bring soone over? Otherwise, it’s frightening."
"Your courage seems to have diminished..." Ming Guang rolled his eyes again.
Yang Ruxin was helplessly amused.
At this mont, the others gradually flew up as well.
"Xinxin, are you alright?" Gu Qingheng ca over and held Yang Ruxin.
"I’m fine." Yang Ruxin shook his head.
Fa Hanxing had already opened the stone door, and the Luminous Pearl inside emitted a gentle light. Although it didn’t illuminate like daylight, it was clear enough for visibility.
The group followed him inside.
The Ice Palace was not big, located not far below the water’s surface, about a dozen square ters in size. In the center lay a transparent Crystal Coffin with a woman in plain clothes inside. If her eyes weren’t closed, she would look just like a living person.
This situation reminded Yang Ruxin of the wife of Huang Yaoshi, Island Master of Peach Blossom Island, from Jin Yong’s novel. She fell into a coma from exhaustion while helping her husband morize a secret book. Huang Yaoshi stored her body, hoping to revive her soday, but eventually, it was to no avail.
But she hoped this ti would yield a result.
"Ziyu, I’ve co to see you." Fa Hanxing stroked the Crystal Coffin, looking disillusioned.
"Father." Fa Qingyang hurriedly whispered.
Fa Hanxing regained his senses and turned to kneel before Dao Xuzi: "Divine Doctor, please save Ziyu."
Unfortunately, Dao Xuzi didn’t glance at him and went directly to the edge of the Crystal Coffin. After circling it twice, he suddenly raised his hand and knocked the coffin lid off.
Everyone was startled.
Fa Hanxing wanted to step forward, but Fa Qingyang held him back: "Father, the elder must be diagnosing Mother."
Fa Hanxing stopped imdiately.
Dao Xuzi was already holding Xing Ziyu’s wrist.
Yang Ruxin had walked over as well; as Dao Xuzi’s apprentice, she needed to learn from her master.
Dao Xuzi’s pulse diagnosis was brief, and after releasing her wrist, he suddenly tugged on it, and the woman lying in the coffin sat up.
"Hey, guard her governor and conception vessels." Dao Xuzi commanded, then suddenly leapt up, inverting his body in the air, with both palms aid towards Xing Ziyu’s head.
anwhile, Zhang Changyang swiftly moved behind Xing Ziyu, placing both palms on her back.
Dao Xuzi’s hands stopped two inches above Xing Ziyu’s head, but everyone felt a continuous flow of strength enter her body through the Baihui Acupoint.
After about two minutes, both Dao Xuzi and Zhang Changyang withdrew their hands, and Xing Ziyu slowly lay back down.
"Xinxin, co check her pulse." Dao Xuzi, eyes closed, regulated his breathing, then gestured for Yang Ruxin to co over for a pulse diagnosis, stroking his beard.
Yang Ruxin stepped forward to check Xing Ziyu’s pulse.
The skin on her slender wrist was cold, a chill that seed to co from deep within, yet amid this icy bone, there was faint pulsation. In other words, this woman who had lain here for fifteen years had a pulse, indicating her heart was functioning.
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