Cultivation Nerd

I kept my Qi pulsing steadily into her body, feeling its flow like a warm current merging with her uncontrollable waves. With my eyes closed, I focused entirely on the diagnosis, pushing my awareness deeper, searching for any signs of damage or imbalance.

I had long trained myself to detect every subtle shift in energy and every faint irregularity in the flow. This process had become second nature, my understanding of human anatomy allowed me to pinpoint any anomaly quickly. But with her, it was different. Her body, though familiar in many ways, held nuances that defied simple categorization. The Qi didn't move as it should; her form, though human-like, was distinctly different.

Her body appeared normal or perhaps "uninjured" was a more accurate term in this case.

As I began to withdraw my Qi, her body continued its strange, almost mesmerizing dance of transformation. Even without my energy probing, the shifting and changing didn't stop; organs moved, reformed, and reshaped in ways that defied comprehension. Any injuries, if they existed, were impossible to identify.

How could I tell if she was hurt when, in one moment, a kidney seamlessly morphed into a heart, and the next, that heart split into two tiny, pulsing lungs? Every shift felt deliberate yet utterly alien, leaving me uncertain whether I was witnessing a healing process or simply her natural state. It was as though her body had no fixed form, and in such a state, how could I judge what was healthy or dangerous?

Her outer shape, too, was fluid, constantly shifting between forms, never settling on one. At one moment, her body took on the more robust and defined musculature of a man, with broad shoulders and powerful limbs. Then, as if molded by unseen hands, her figure softened, muscles smoothing out into the more delicate curves of an elegant woman. Her flesh became supple and refined, yet it was never fully one or the other. She existed in a state of perpetual transformation, her form continually morphing between strength and grace, masculine and feminine. It was like her body was an endless canvas, reshaping itself with every breath and heartbeat.

Despite meeting her as a girl, she might very well be a he. Hell, with such rapid changes, I wasn't even sure if she was human.

Beyond suppressing the initial injury, there wasn't much I could do. Her body kept shifting, reopening injuries, closing them, healing, and then creating new wounds elsewhere but no blood ever spilled.

I sighed as I fully withdrew my Qi and no longer sensed her internal workings. Even with my relatively reasonable control, foreign Qi left inside the body would eventually begin to scorch it. That was why spiritual roots were so important when absorbing Qi.