Deep within the Body Sect, Chen Yi stood in the center of a quiet room, gazing at the elderly man seated before him. His heart was a swirl of complicated emotions. The thin-faced elder before him was as renowned as the elders of the sect—one of the proudest talents under heaven. However, the tragic event two decades prior not only cost him his left leg, but also inflicted devastating damage to his martial soul, causing his power to plummet from its peak.
At this moment, Zhu Hai was staring at Chen Yi, his eyes filled with a broad, calm composure—yet unable to conceal a spark of excitement.
Chen Yi stepped forward, gently rubbing the already healed fracture of Zhu Hai's left leg, and spoke in a low voice,
"Granduncle Eight, your left leg has been injured for a long time. The meridians and bone at the fracture have grown back naturally, but in a damaged state."
"If you want the new part to connect perfectly, and for the soul bone to fully integrate with your body, we'll need to re-amputate the healed section, retrim any misaligned or closed tissue."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Hai showed no trace of fear. He waved his hand, displaying a heroic smile.
"Of course—it's important. Isn't it just another cut? I've survived far worse than this. This is nothing!"
"Xiao Yi, if I even frown at this, I'm not worthy of the Zhu family name!"
Zhu Hai's tone was relaxed, as if he were discussing some trivial thing instead of his own flesh and blood.
Chen Yi took a deep breath, said no more, and turned to retrieve a short blade that gleamed with a cold light.
The next moment, the knife flashed, precisely slicing along the edge of the old wound on Zhu Hai's left leg. Flesh and skin separated, blood gushed out, staining the brocade mat red. Zhu Hai merely frowned slightly, showing no other reaction.
Chen Yi moved with great speed. Guided by his spiritual power, the blade avoided major nerves and blood vessels, carefully removing the healed but misaligned tissue.
Immediately after, Chen Yi took out a portion of a soul bone from Zhu Hai's left leg and, from a neighboring jade box, a soul bone emitting a warm blue glow.
This soul bone was taken from a Blue Vine King of forty thousand years' cultivation. The plants and trees within carried a life attribute highly compatible with the Blue Silver King's soul bone.
Chen Yi carefully aligned the cross-section of the blue vine soul bone with the wound on Zhu Hai's left leg, merging them slowly together. The instant they touched, the blue light on the soul bone's surface rippled faintly.
"Senior Ye," Chen Yi called in a low voice.
Ye Cien, waiting at the side, immediately stepped forward. Soul power surged through her body, and a soft, solemn white radiance poured down like moonlight, precisely covering the connection between the wound and soul bone.
At the same time, Chen Yi's body emitted a brilliant blue-gold light. Pure life energy flowed out in countless streams, instantly enveloping Zhu Hai's severed limb and the blue vine soul bone.
After a while, Chen Yi frowned slightly, sensing the stagnation in the connection. This was not simply a matter of physical regeneration—Zhu Hai's left leg was not just a limb, but also part of his martial soul. To fully regenerate, the origin of the martial soul had to be awakened.
The original Tang San had used not only the life energy of the Blue Silver Emperor's soul bone, but also borrowed the blessing of the Seagod's light to regenerate Tang Hao's broken limbs.
Chen Yi flipped his left hand, producing a delicately carved jade bottle adorned with angelic motifs. As the cork was opened, a holy aura washed over the air, cleansing all impurity and discord. This was "Holy Water" bestowed by Qian Daoliu, infused with the breath of Angelic God power.
Chen Yi tilted the bottle, letting a few drops of the clear liquid fall on the connection between the severed limb and the soul bone.
"Hmph…"
The blue-gold life energy, blessed by divine power, was invigorated, greatly improving the fusion's efficiency. The Nine-Heart Begonia's white light softened, and under Chen Yi's delicate control, the three forces resonated and cooperated beautifully.
Time passed slowly. The quiet room was hushed, only the faint whisper of energy and suppressed breathing audible.
As blue-gold brilliance and white light of the Begonia crossed, a brand-new left leg appeared before everyone. The skin of this leg was noticeably paler and more delicate than the rest of Zhu Hai's body, like a newborn's, contrasting with the bronzed upper body. Yet its shape was balanced, the muscle lines smooth, with no visible flaws, seamlessly attached to the body.
"Father!"
Zhu Changyou, who had been waiting anxiously, suddenly rushed forward. His eyes were red, voice choked, hands trembling as he dared to touch the new leg, afraid to spoil this miraculous result.
"Your… your leg… It's real… This is amazing…"
Zhu Hai didn't answer his son immediately. He lowered his head, staring at his newborn left leg, chest heaving violently. Then, he carefully stamped his left foot on the icy ground.
Sensory feedback! For the first time in twenty years, a clear sensation traveled from his new sole up to his brain.
Zhu Hai choked back a sob, eyes moistening. Summoning his strength, he stood firm. Then, with the next step…
"Ha… ha! Hahaha!"
Twenty years of suppressed emotion erupted like a collapsed dam, breaking through all barriers. His laughter was filled with boundless ecstasy. As he laughed, two streams of white tears rolled down his cheeks.
Twenty years! Twenty years! When he fell from the summit, he thought he would spend the rest of his life with only a crutch for company—never dreaming he would one day feel the earth beneath his feet again.
The next moment, overwhelmed by excitement, he let out an involuntary shout and released his soul power.
Boom—!
Two yellow, two purple, and three black rings—seven soul rings—suddenly appeared at his feet, surrounding his body. Although the soul power was somewhat unstable due to the healing process, the aura of a Soul Sage shook the quiet room.
The newborn left leg also glimmered faintly under the light of the soul rings.
"Eighth Brother!"
The Grand Elder hurriedly called out, "Your leg is just connected, the soul bone not fully fused and stable, the meridians still fragile. How can you use soul power so recklessly?!"
Zhu Hai, hearing this, snapped out of his excitement. His old face flushed red, and he immediately withdrew his soul power, scratching his head awkwardly with a sheepish smile.
"Elder Brother, you're right. I was just too happy and forgot myself for a moment, hehe…"
Turning around, he fixed his gaze on Chen Yi's pale figure and clapped him hard on the shoulder, his voice sincere.
"Xiao Yi… good child! Thank you!"
Chen Yi steadied his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Granduncle Eight, you're being too serious. Compared to the blood you shed for our sect, what I did is hardly worth mentioning."
"Well said!"
Sect master Chu Shanhé's booming voice echoed as he entered the quiet room, his face unable to hide his joy. He gazed at Zhu Hai's new leg, then turned to Chen Yi.
"Xiao Yi is not only the lucky star of my Body Sect, but also our core pillar. Now that the brother eighth has recovered, this is a day of great joy!"
Chu Shanhé turned to Mu Xi and the other elders who had come for news, smiling:
"Zhu Hai's martial soul is renewed, his severed limb reborn—this is a great blessing for the sect."
"Spread my order: the sect will celebrate for three full days!"
After a short silence, a deafening cheer like a tidal wave rose from outside the quiet room, quickly spreading throughout the Body Sect's mountain gate.
"Long live the sect master!"
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