"But what? Don't speak halfway." Tang Ming asked anxiously.
Ye Yuntian, who was being pulled by his clothes, quickly slapped his palm away.
"Why are you in a hurry? Going to the Scarlet Flame Holy Land to obtain the Blood Lin Fruit is an extremely long process. What's more, the Scarlet Flame Holy Land is located in a very hot land in the south and has a natural heat wave as a barrier."
"Only once every ten years will there be a weak point before you can enter the Holy Land. Calculated, it will take about a year. During this period, you should heal your wounds and slowly improve your strength."
"I'm going to negotiate with the other heads to see if I can send you to the Danyang Spiritual Spring to recuperate."
Although Tang Ming is very anxious now, it is easy to see from Ye Yuntian's expression that the heat wave in the extremely hot land is extremely high, and it is not something that his mediocre cultivation level can withstand.
Now that his right arm is unable to use spiritual power, he can only rest in peace and recuperate.
What's more, I still don't have the blessing of martial arts. I can't fight for a long time just relying on my own swordsmanship.
Since the last time he fought against Mu Qingyun, he has already shown a slight decline.
With the blessing of martial arts, future battles will be much easier, and there is no need to sacrifice blood in exchange for the strength of the fairy sword.
What's more, judging from the speed of the immortal sword's erosion, if you feed it with blood again, this body will be completely torn into pieces. No matter how much heaven, material and earthly treasures are, there will be no way to repair the body.
For this reason, practicing martial arts is the best way to improve one's hard power.
However, before learning martial arts, you need to heal your injuries first.
...
The next morning.
A scream replaced the call of the morning bird.
"Who?!"
"It screams there every day early in the morning!"
"It's not even Chen time yet, why don't you let me sleep?"
Tang Ming's miserable cry had already reached the ears of the sleeping disciple.
In the room, Tang Ming's screams continued continuously.
"When you change the dressing, why can't you be gentler?"
Lin Qingyao threw the bloody gauze aside and said casually, "I can't help it. The skin on your arms is as brittle as paper. It shatters into slag with just a slight movement, and even the meridians are completely damaged."
"You should be grateful to God that I can save your arm now!"
Ever since the fairy sword eroded half of his body, the remaining spiritual power was constantly destroying Tang Ming's skin, and no amount of medicinal materials could repair it.
If Lin Qingyao and the pharmacists from the Martial Arts Holy Land hadn't joined forces to treat him, Tang Ming's arm would have been difficult to save.
"Crack!"
The door to the room was suddenly opened.
Ye Yuntian stuck his head out and spoke hurriedly.
"The master has agreed and is willing to open Danyang Spirit Spring for Tang Ming to use alone until the healing is completed."
Hearing this, Lin Qingyao was slightly unbelievable.
"It's rare that this ancient headmaster actually takes such good care of you, even offering this top-quality spiritual spring for you to enjoy alone!"
Listening to this slightly envious voice, Tang Ming hesitated.
"Is this Danyang Spiritual Spring very precious?"
Lin Qingyao only answered in four words.
"Precious!"
Ye Yuntian also picked up the topic and continued: "In order to create an environment for you to recuperate, I don't know why the headmaster is so willing. Even I can't enjoy this treatment."
With Qing'er's help, Tang Ming got dressed and then slowly walked out of the room.
From Ye Yuntian's words, I learned that the Danyang Spirit Spring has a long history, almost as long as the sect has been established. It can be said that it is this Spirit Spring that established the status of the holy land of martial arts.
Just one sip can make a mortal live a hundred years, or even two hundred years if you are lucky.
Martial arts disciples are about to get a piece of the pie every month, using the spiritual spring to nourish their bodies and improve their cultivation faster.
Even the sect's spiritual grass relies on the mist of the spiritual spring to nourish it, so that it can have stronger medicinal effects, and it also gives the martial arts holy land extremely huge resources.
However, this spiritual spring is not inexhaustible. I heard that it is necessary to fuse the spiritual energy of heaven and earth so that a few drops can enter the spiritual spring from the cone stone at the top of the cave every day.
Such a treasure has many sects coveting it.
It's a pity that none of them have the strength to seize it. Just because there is one person guarding the Holy Land of Martial Arts, no one in the southeast region dares to covet this thing from now on.
On the way to Danyang Lingquan, some disciples could be heard complaining.
"Why do you want to cut off the spiritual spring? I have gone through all kinds of hardships and traveled across mountains and rivers to come to the Holy Land of Martial Arts, just for this spiritual spring. Now you are telling me to cut off the spiritual spring?"
"No, I want to file a complaint. Your martial arts holy land is suspected of false propaganda!"
Listening to the complaints from these disciples, the coaching elder also felt helpless. After all, this was an order issued by the superiors, and he had no way to change it.
All I can do is to persuade him with kind words: "Disciples, don't be anxious. We will give you a reasonable explanation for this matter. During the suspension period, the donation will be doubled, and all disciples can obtain an ordinary martial arts as compensation."
"Although it's a bit awkward, it's better than nothing."
Tang Ming, who was on the side, heard the complaints from the disciples and marveled at the temptation brought by Danyang Spiritual Spring. It only took one suspension of worship to cause complaints from such a large number of disciples.
"I didn't expect Danyang Spiritual Spring to be so popular..." Tang Ming smiled bitterly. In order to provide a convalescent environment, it was for the benefit of so many senior brothers.
For a moment, Tang Ming felt a little guilty.
"Don't pay attention to these people. They are all disciples from a family of cultivators. Although the spiritual spring is good, it also has disadvantages. If you drink too much, you will feel dependent. To improve your cultivation, you need your own talent." Ye Yuntian said with a bit of disdain. .
Ever since he learned about the functions and drawbacks of the spiritual spring, he has never drank it. His journey to this point was all due to his innate talent and acquired hard work.
This is also the reason why Ye Yuntian was able to stand out and become the Holy Son in just a few years.
"See the Son!"
Many disciples bowed respectfully when they saw Ye Yuntian.
"It's all over now!"
After hearing the words of the Holy Son, everyone left immediately.
Continue to lead Tang Ming deep into the cave.
When you walk into the cave, you can hear the ticking, ticking sound.
Continuing deeper, you can see a spring emitting golden light. This spring exudes the same aura as the Green Lotus Holy Sword, as if there is some connection.
It's a pity that the meridians in his body are blocked and he can't sense them.
Otherwise, he should be able to summon the Green Lotus Sword and absorb the spiritual power in it to repair the injury.
"It's a pity that such a holy spring water has been ruined by me like this."
"Speaking of which, why don't you just serve some of it and just soak it like this? Wouldn't it be too wasteful?"
After all, soaking in it will be like drinking your own bath water as a martial arts disciple in the future, which is quite shameful when you think about it.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"
Ye Yuntian was too lazy to say anything and kicked him into the spiritual spring.
"Plop!"
Tang Ming's body instantly fell into the spiritual spring and began to fall rapidly to the bottom of the lake.
