Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

On the main road of Xuanjia Gate.

Chang Xing crouched beside Du Lingchuan, her beautiful eyes long since cried red, tears continuously rolling down, her voice choked with sobs, "Master... you must hold on..."

Chen Qing had just carefully examined Du Lingchuan's pulse.

Although Du Lingchuan's injuries were severe, with that Black Fiend palm strike to his chest being sinister and domineering, damaging his internal organs and meridians, fortunately his foundation was deep. At the critical moment he had protected his heart meridian, and with Peng Zhen's top-grade healing pill taking effect, his life had been preserved. For now, his life was not in danger.

He withdrew his hand and said to Chang Xing in a steady tone, "Junior Martial Sister Chang need not worry excessively. Elder Du's foundation is deep, and that pill is no ordinary product. Although the palm strike was severe, it did not damage his fundamental essence. Once I use my true qi to help the medicine take effect and clear the blocked meridians, with proper recuperation for a period of time, he should be fine."

Hearing this, Chang Xing grabbed onto these words like a lifeline and hurriedly raised her tear-filled eyes, "Thank you, Senior Martial Brother Chen! Thank you!"

Chen Qing shook his head slightly, "This is my duty, no need for thanks."

He gestured for Chang Xing to step back slightly, then sat cross-legged behind Du Lingchuan himself, pressing both palms against the vital points on his back.

Qingmu True Aura slowly flowed in like spring rain nourishing the earth, healing Du Lingchuan's damaged meridians and guiding that magnificent medicinal power to flow through his limbs and body.