Chapter 959 — The Great Beauty of the Sword Dao
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 5
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!