Chapter Sixteen: The Mute Husband
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He still followed his routine of doing homework and practicing martial arts, Qin Sang had already formed the habit. By the time it reached midnight, he returned to his room and started cultivating the Netherworld Scripture.
After a complete celestial cycle, Qin Sang suddenly stopped cultivating, opened his eyes, and was shocked.
During this period, he had already gotten used to every small improvement, but today was suddenly different. Just in one day, his progress caught up with what he usually achieved in half a day!
Qin Sang felt a significant increase in the 'qi' within his body. He hurriedly focused his mind again and continued to the next cycle of Heavenly Circulation.
The second cycle saw a noticeable improvement, though less significant than the first. Qin Sang continued to control the flow of his technique. With each passing cycle, the improvement lessened until the ninth cycle, at which point it returned to its usual state.
After nine great Zhoutian rotations, Qin Sang lay down. He should have slept for an hour to replenish his energy, but he was too excited to fall asleep.
Today, I made such a huge leap forward. The only explanation is last night's herbal bath. I never expected that the prescription passed down by my master would not only nourish and strengthen my foundation but also be effective for the Netherworld Sutra.
As expected of the imperial physician.
Qin Sang secretly rejoiced, Fu Hu Changquan was indeed used just right. Fortunately, he had also brought down Ming Yue, otherwise the old Daoist might not have been willing to give him a secret recipe for one person alone.
Thinking about this, Qin Sang hurriedly recalled. His memory seemed to have improved as well. He carefully memorized the prescription and wrote it down. After leaving the old Taoist, he could also collect medicine and concoct it himself.
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With the help of medicinal baths, Qin Sang finally saw a glimmer of hope for breakthrough. Excited and unable to sleep, he woke up quickly at dawn. He got out of bed and hurried to Qiyang Hall to start a fire and boil medicine.
The master and apprentice finished washing up and came to the main hall. Seeing Qin Sang so enthusiastic for the first time, they couldn't help but look at each other in surprise.
Master Ji Xin stroked his long beard and said with a smile, "How is it, Master What do you think of this prescription I gave you"
"You truly are a divine physician! Divine medicine!"
Qin Sang gave a thumbs up repeatedly.
Mingyue leaned towards Qin Sang, awkwardly moving her spine. She asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother, how did you feel last night I felt a constant burning sensation inside my body, along with some tingling and itching. It was very late before I fell asleep. I didn't feel anything good."
The moon's illumination must have been affected by the medicine's power, but she wouldn't be able to cultivate through the Netherworld Sutra. I estimate that her efficiency in absorbing the medicinal energy was far inferior to mine, and it all turned into wasted heat.
Qin Sang blurt out, "Oh, don't be afraid, you're just hitting puberty."
Even during the bath, Mingyue still asked what puberty was.
Soaking in the medicinal bath, Qin Sang thought about how the medicine's potency had gradually weakened during his cultivation last night. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He wondered what would happen if he circulated the Yin-Yang Scripture while bathing in the medicinal bath
Cultivating the martial arts technique only requires sitting in meditation and stillness. The medicinal soup is murky, and one cannot see his posture from outside. Qin Sang thought about it and immediately sat cross-legged, beginning to circulate the martial arts technique.
To his surprise, after just a week of cultivation, Qin Sang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his meridians. He was very familiar with this feeling and immediately stopped practicing.
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The bright moon was still closing its eyes to rest, unaware of Qin Sang's small movements.
Qin Sang lowered his head and glanced at the medicine soup. His gaze lingered for a moment, noticing that the color of the soup around him was noticeably lighter than the one beside Yue Ming. If it weren't for the dim lighting in Qingyang Hall, it would be easy to see.
Qin Sang hurriedly stirred the medicinal soup, feeling the energy within him. It had indeed progressed significantly, but the pain transmitted through his meridians was too clear, and he might be overwhelmed in the next moment.
It seems that absorbing too much medicine power isn't necessarily a good thing. Qin Sang thus temporarily put aside the idea of establishing his own sect.
Unable to do it all at once, Qin Sang could only bear down and absorb it in small amounts each time.
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Not until the seventh day's final herbal bath, when the medicinal power in the broth had become very weak, did Qin Sang dare to let go and absorb it all. He absorbed every last bit of the medicinal power before finally stopping, not wasting a single drop.
After soaking in the herbal bath, Qin Sang and Ming Yue scraped out the remaining medicinal residue and discarded it. The originally murky herbal broth now seemed somewhat clearer.
"Senior brother, where is master"
Mingyue held a wooden ladle in her hand, standing at the entrance of the Taoist temple, gazing outward with some worry and asking.
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It's another auspicious day. There's a family in the ferry landing building a new house, choosing today for the topping-out ceremony and inviting the old Daoist priest to perform rituals for good fortune and housewarming. Now, it's getting dark quickly. Usually by this time they would almost be finishing evening prayers, but the old Daoist priest hasn't come back yet.
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Qin Sang frowned and said, "You stay here at the Taoist temple, I'll go down the mountain to greet the Taoist master."
The old Taoist rode away on the donkey, Qin Sang picked up a wooden stick and walked down the mountain.
The jungle was dense, and at the end of the mountain path, there was only a black hole. When the night wind blew, the surrounding area rustled with noise, as if countless ghosts were baring their teeth and claws.
Qin Sang wasn't afraid. Though he only knew a basic fighting style, after cultivating the Netherworld Scripture, his hearing and sight had sharpened, his limbs were agile, and his movements were swift. Even if he encountered a wolf pack, he was confident he could fight back.
The bright moon and Qin Sang learned martial arts together, but they were no match for him. He was very frustrated.
However, before Qin Sang could even leave the mountain, he saw three dark figures. With his sharp eyesight, Qin Sang recognized the one in front as being Ji Xin Dao Ren.
"Daozhang, why are you just back so late today"
Qin Sang ran over to help lead the donkey and sized up the stranger following the Taoist priest.
This person was very thin and had a big backpack on his back.
When Qin Sang was far away, he thought the old Taoist priest had brought back a girl who revived like withered wood. Only when he got closer did he realize it was an elderly man.
He was only a little taller than a dwarf, hunched over with a sallow face covered in wrinkles. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, but his steps were light and he walked very steadily on the treacherous mountain path, keeping pace with the old Daoist priest. At first glance, he seemed like a poor man who was used to walking long distances.
"He is Mr. Wu," the old Taoist gestured to Qin Sang with his mouth, "Mr. Wu cannot speak. He works as a ferryman at the first crossing. He was from the north and just fled here, unable to find a place to stay. I invited him to live in the Daoist temple for a while. Your room is empty, so let him live next door to you."
"And to the mute, he said, "This child's name is Qin Sang. He is shrewd and clever. If you ever encounter difficulties, ask him for help."
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Qin Sang had many secrets, of course he didn't want anyone living next to him. But the Taoist temple wasn't his; he had no authority to interfere with the Daoist priest's decisions. He simply greeted him, "Lao Wu, from now on just call me Qin Sang... that's it!"
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Qin Sang lightly patted her mouth and said with a smile, "I'm so talkative sometimes. Please don't mind me."
Old Wu looked uneasy, gesturing with his hands and making noises, he was indeed mute.
It was as if they had nothing to say to each other, the three of them walking back silently to the temple. Lao Wu followed them for dinner, and Qin Sang led him to his room.
Back at the Qingyang Hall, Qin Sang asked the old Taoist about Old Wu. The old Taoist sighed softly.d the sword mark well, but also left clues here, even Great Shaman and Demon Lord couldn't find them. This isn't something that could be achieved simply with a special technique. What cultivation leve...