Chen Ping carried Wu Hao into the front hall, only to see a woman dressed in a purple skirt sitting in the main seat; she appeared to be in her thirties, with an elegant temperament, a hint of a healer’s composure between her brows. She was the sect master of the Medicine King Sect, the former imperial physician of the divine kingdom, Ling Yue.
Ling Yue stood up and walked to Wu Hao; upon seeing the injured Wu Hao, she said in full surprise: “Your Majesty? What happened? How did Your Majesty suffer such severe injuries? And who are you?”
Chen Ping, hearing Ling Yue’s question, hurriedly explained: “Sect Master, my name is Chen Ping. Your Majesty was severely injured by the Soul Devouring Venerable while covering our retreat. Now the Sixth Heaven has been occupied by demonic souls, and only you can heal Your Majesty. Please lend your assistance!”
Ling Yue looked at Wu Hao’s pale face, her eyes full of gravity; she immediately instructed her disciples: “Quickly carry Your Majesty to the quiet chamber, fetch the ‘Soul Purifying Pill’ and ‘Vein Continuing Herb’; I must treat him immediately!”
The disciples promptly responded and carefully carried Wu Hao to the quiet chamber.
Ling Yue turned to Chen Ping and said: “Come with me; I need to understand the details of Your Majesty’s injuries to adjust the treatment plan.”
Chen Ping followed Ling Yue to a study, where he recounted in detail the battle between Wu Hao and the Soul Devouring Venerable, the forced abandonment of the sacrificial canon, and the pursuit by demonic cultivators all the way.
After listening, Ling Yue sighed softly: “I never imagined the Sixth Heaven would fall to such a state; with the Soul Devouring Venerable obtaining the sacrificial canon and releasing a hundred thousand demonic souls, turning the tide will be difficult!”
“But as long as Your Majesty recovers, we still have hope!”
Chen Ping said firmly.
Ling Yue nodded: “I will do my utmost to treat Your Majesty, but his injuries are too severe; it will take at least half a month for him to awaken. During this time, don’t idle about; I see your spiritual power is greatly depleted, so why not cultivate peacefully in the Medicine King Sect to prepare for confronting the demonic cultivators in the future.”
Chen Ping was of the same mind and hurriedly thanked her.
In the following days, Chen Ping took care of the comatose Wu Hao while cultivating in the Medicine King Sect’s cultivation chamber.
The Medicine King Sect was rich in spiritual qi, and with various rare herbs aiding him, his spiritual power recovered extremely quickly, even surpassing his previous level.
One day, Ling Yue suddenly found Chen Ping and said with a serious expression: “Chen Ping, I have discovered that you possess dragon clan bloodline, and it is of extremely high purity, correct?”
Chen Ping was startled in his heart, not expecting Ling Yue to discern his bloodline: “Sect Master has keen insight; I do indeed have dragon clan bloodline.”
Ling Yue’s eyes flashed with a trace of excitement: “I see, that makes things easier! The disciples of the Medicine King Sect are all women with special constitutions; if they can fuse with your dragon clan bloodline, not only will it elevate their cultivation, but it will also grant them the power to combat demonic souls.
I wish to discuss with you: have the Medicine King Sect’s disciples undergo bloodline fusion with you in batches; in return, all the immortal herbs and pills of the Medicine King Sect will be at your disposal to aid your cultivation advancement. What do you think?”
Chen Ping was stunned; he had never imagined the sect master would propose such a request.
But thinking of the scenes where the beast clan cultivators sacrificed themselves to protect them, and of the crisis in the Sixth Heaven, he knew he could not refuse; this would not only enhance his own strength but also cultivate more power to combat the demonic cultivators.
He took a deep breath and nodded: “Alright, I agree!”
Ling Yue was overjoyed and immediately summoned the Medicine King Sect’s disciples, explaining the matter of the bloodline fusion.
Though the disciples were somewhat shy, thinking of contributing to the fight against the demonic cultivators, they all agreed.
The next day, the bloodline fusion officially began.
The first female disciple entered the fusion chamber; she wore a white skirt and had a trace of nervousness on her face.
Seeing this, Chen Ping comforted her: “Don’t be nervous; in a moment, you’ll be in ecstasy!”
“The sect master said to completely follow Fellow Daoist Chen’s lead…”
With that, the female disciple lay down!
