Chapter 959 — The Great Beauty of the Sword Dao

Shen Mu shot him a glance and shook his head with a smile: "Luo the Divine Blade, your wounds are grave. If you do not treat them, your injuries will erupt and you will die before long.

" Luo Wushuang was drenched in blood, wounds everywhere, and that blood had dyed red the waterfall that flowed backwards beneath his feet.

He had guarded the Heavenly Venerables and the disciples of the great powers aboard the ship as they fought the demonic thoughts, and had taken the aftershock of the Demonic Thought Heavenly Emperor's palm head-on, and so was grievously wounded. Shen Mu was a master of medicine and had cultivated a pair of discerning eyes; one look told him that the man was not far from his wounds erupting and killing him.

"You have already waited forty thousand years for me; surely you can spare another moment or two?

" Shen Mu stepped forward and examined his wounds.

"Healing your injuries is no difficulty for me.

Stop forcing yourself to hold on.

" Luo Wushuang gave a muffled grunt; the wounds all over his body burst open and blood poured out in streams. Shen Mu lifted him and carried him to the summit of the mountain, first stanching his wounds so that the bleeding stopped, then took out spirit medicines and refined spirit pills. "I can treat the hidden ailments of your body, and with wondrous pills I can treat the damage to your primordial spirit; the damage to your spirit treasury and your heavenly palaces can be treated as well. But there remains within you a dao wound left by the collision with the Demonic Thought Heavenly Emperor's palm, and that you must refine away yourself.

" He said apologetically: "That kind of wound I cannot heal. But I am well versed in the art of creation; in my early years I severed one of your arms, and I can give you an arm back.

" Luo Wushuang shook his head: "My name is Wushuang — 'Without Equal. ' My parents hoped I would be without equal under heaven. Yet after you severed one of my arms, I realized that 'without equal' could mean this as well.

All that I have learned and comprehended in my life is in this arm; if you reattach it for me, I will only cut it off again. " Shen Mu's vital essence had transformed into a pill furnace, and he circled it, his pill-refining techniques emerging one after another without end. Hearing this he turned his head and smiled faintly at him, then went on refining the spirit pills.

"I thought as much.

Are you not afraid that while healing you I might feed you a few poison pills?

" Luo Wushuang was silent.

When Shen Mu had finished refining the pills, he had him swallow them first.

"Are they poisoned? " Luo Wushuang stared at the spirit pills.

Shen Mu took out some silver needles as well and said with a smile: "Guess.

" Luo Wushuang tilted back his head and swallowed the spirit pills, while Shen Mu carefully inserted the silver needles into his acupoints, using the needles to conduct the power of the medicine so that it could be conveyed into his spirit treasury. Luo Wushuang immediately felt the medicinal power reach his spirit treasury; the damage there was gradually mending, and the cracks in the spirit treasury grew finer and finer. "The damage to the heavenly palaces is harder to treat.

I do not know much about the heavenly palaces, and ordinary silver needles can hardly pierce them — they would be crushed at the Southern Heavenly Gate and could not conduct the medicinal power through.

Fortunately, I have obtained a treasure that can pierce the Southern Heavenly Gate.

" Shen Mu took out the core of the Primordial Wood; at a slight movement of his thought it grew fine as a needle.

He drove the wooden needle into Luo Wushuang's brow, and the core of the Primordial Wood passed through the Southern Heavenly Gate and came to Luo Wushuang's heavenly palace. "Grow!

" Shen Mu gave a low shout, and the core of the Primordial Wood at once lengthened, reaching straight to the Jade Capital City of Luo Wushuang's heavenly palace, while its other end came into the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, before Luo Wushuang's primordial spirit. Shen Mu studied Luo Wushuang's expression closely and said: "Do you know that this treasure changes at my will, and is sharp beyond compare? Even if you were an expert of the Lingxiao realm, your life and death would now be in my grasp. At a single movement of my thought, this treasure would burst your heavenly palace, slay your primordial spirit, and blow your head apart.

" Luo Wushuang's expression was calm.

"I trust you. If you did not heal me, I would not live much longer anyway. " Shen Mu laughed heartily and had him swallow the spirit pills: "That you trust me so puts me to shame.

To tell you the truth, I do not even trust myself. Your wounds will need some time yet to heal completely; when you have recovered, come and challenge me again. " Luo Wushuang rose and asked: "Where do you mean to go? I will follow you.

If I do not rid myself of the demonic thought in my heart of dao, then even if I return to the Heavenly Court from here, I will still die at the hands of the demonic thought.

Rest assured: when my wounds are healed and I fight you, I will surely face you at the same realm.

If I used my cultivation to crush you, the demonic thought in me would be hard to remove.

" Shen Mu was about to speak when suddenly a divine light tore through the air, speeding straight towards them. The divine light flew faster and faster; from afar a vast vital essence surged forth and became a great hand that shrouded the mountain peak!

"A true god!

" Luo Wushuang's heart leaped.

He was about to strike out to block it when his vital essence suddenly fell into disorder.

Shen Mu's vital essence erupted; the waterfall beneath his feet rose up and became a round dome that covered the mountain peak.

Luo Wushuang looked up and saw the water flowing down along the surface of the dome, and as it flowed, strange written symbols appeared upon it. Those were heavenly dao runes. This heavenly dao divine art was called the Heavenly Dome, and it was the Sixth Heavenly Dao of Xuandu.

The palm collided with the Sixth Heavenly Dao, and both burst apart.

Shen Mu raised his brows; the newcomer's cultivation was exceedingly deep. "So this is the Heavenly Venerable Mu who once shook the world, the Shen the Overlord Body who astounded Longhan, Shanghuang and Jingping — nothing more than this!

" The divine light came howling in, and it was a man clad in blue-gold feathers, his wings crossed over his chest. All at once he beat his wings, and countless blue-gold feathers flew out, slashing at Shen Mu; in an instant feathers whirled all around the mountain summit, covering the peak of that mighty mountain completely, so dense that not a breath of wind could pass.

Those feather swords were like a flood, weaving up and down around the mountain peak.

"Luo Wushuang, this is a grudge between the Hao Heavenly Palace and Heavenly Venerable Mu.

It is none of your affair — do not interfere," the blue-feathered man cried loudly.

Shen Mu raised his hand; the waterfall was cut off and once more became the Heavenly Dome to shield the mountain peak.

Countless blue-gold feathers struck the dome, streaming with brilliant light. "Heavenly dao divine arts? Which disciple of a Heavenly Venerable in the Heavenly Court has not cultivated them? Heavenly Venerable Mu, spare us the poor display! " The blue-gold feathered man knelt on bended knee beyond the Heavenly Dome and said in a deep voice: "An Qingyu, disciple of Heavenly Venerable Hao, pays his respects to Heavenly Venerable Mu!

" "A disciple of Heavenly Venerable Hao? " Shen Mu strained to keep the Heavenly Dome from breaking, his face reddening, and managed: "Since you mean to kill me, why such reverence?