Chapter 1208: Su Yue, I Believe You Are a Gentleman

“You… want to learn the Life Crossing Combat Art?

“It’s absolutely impossible. It’s not that I’m looking down on you, but you simply don’t have the foundation to practice it!

“This is a peerless combat art.”

Su Yue’s muttering was accidentally overheard by a Dao Sect disciple. His tone wasn’t disdainful, but he did seem a bit agitated. This Su Yue was too arrogant. Everyone in the Dao Sect admitted that Su Yue’s mastery of combat arts was top-notch, and he learned them incredibly fast. But the Life Crossing Combat Art was different from other combat arts. This was a peerless combat art that their Eldest Senior Brother had practiced for over a decade, ever since he was a child. How could it be easily learned by him?

It was easy for a Martial Artist to kill a hundred people, but to save a hundred people? How could it be that simple? The world believed that combat arts meant for killing were the powerful ones. But they didn’t realize that in this world, the hardest thing wasn’t killing—it was saving lives. Theoretically, the Life Crossing Combat Art could stop any poison from spreading and even regenerate a Martial Artist’s physical cells. If cultivated to the highest realm, it could regenerate flesh on bare bones and even repair a damaged heart. Aside from resurrection, it could theoretically heal any injury.

Of course, the current Bai Ziqing had only cultivated it to the seventh layer, still some distance away from the tenth. The tenth layer of the Life Crossing Combat Art was a genuine Great Perfection of a peerless combat art. Furthermore, this was a peerless combat art exclusive to Bai Ziqing. No one else had the foundation to practice it. First of all, one’s Qi Blood capacity wouldn’t be enough. And it wasn’t just the Qi Blood of the Qi Ring; it was a different kind entirely.

“Junior Qi, Su Yue’s comprehension of combat arts is far above mine. I merely benefited from the Dao Sect’s resources since I was young.

“The only presentable combat art I have in my life so far is the Life Crossing Combat Art, whereas Su Yue possesses a vast array of them. His talent far exceeds mine, so speak more politely.” Just as Junior Qi finished speaking, Bai Ziqing chided him.

“Uh, sorry about that. I was too abrupt,” Su Yue hurriedly apologized. No wonder—it turned out to be a peerless combat art. In that case, Su Yue had indeed been speaking out of turn. He had offended them somewhat.

“Don’t mention it, Brother Su Yue. My Junior Qi just doesn’t know how to speak properly and failed to explain the Life Crossing Combat Art clearly.

“This is a peerless combat art, but it has ten layers in total. I’ve currently only reached the seventh layer. Perhaps I can barely exert the power of the eighth layer, but it’s still not enough. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be limited to saving just over a hundred people.” Bai Ziqing shook his head expressionlessly. He wasn’t intentionally being expressionless; his face was stuck with silver needles, making it impossible to move his facial muscles.

“Saving lives is harder than killing. Being able to save over a hundred people at once is already incredible enough. I am far beyond catching up to you,” Su Yue quickly nodded.

He truly was far beyond catching up. Let alone saving a hundred severely injured people, just treating a minor injury on Wuteng Feng was enough to make Su Yue break down. One had to know that Bai Ziqing was simultaneously treating a hundred severely injured patients! The gap between them wasn’t just a little bit. Moreover, Su Yue noticed a detail: Bai Ziqing’s mastery of the Life Crossing Combat Art must have already reached a point of absolute perfection. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to chat while performing the treatment.

“It’s a pity. My individual strength is ultimately too weak.” Bai Ziqing shook his head. Though his face lacked expression, his eyes were filled with helplessness and pain over the passing of lives.

“Su Yue, the Dao Sect has actually permitted the Research Institute to study the first three layers of the Life Crossing Combat Art. It’s currently considered an obscure, excellent-tier combat art. But unfortunately, even if you master it, it would be useless.

“The essence of the Life Crossing Combat Art is using one’s own pure Qi Blood to simulate the patient’s wound, and then transmitting healing Qi Blood through the fluctuations of the silver needles in the acupoints.

“Although you are also a Martial Artist who compresses the Qi Ring, you don’t possess the Dao Sect’s Dao Cauldron in your body. So even if you learn it, it’s completely useless!” Seeing Su Yue’s persistence, Wuteng Feng also chimed in to explain.

“Dao Cauldron? What’s that?” Su Yue looked at Bai Ziqing curiously.

Did this guy swallow a whole cauldron into his stomach? How did he even swallow it? Surgical transplant? Now that would be impressive. He deserved a standing ovation.

“The Dao Cauldron isn’t the physical cauldron you’re imagining. You can think of it as a mass of pure Qi Blood that hasn’t fused into your Qi Ring.

“You can understand it like this: the Dao Cauldron is a Qi Blood Pill that you’ve swallowed but haven’t had time to digest yet.

“Only this purest form of Qi Blood can save people without causing any backlash,” Wuteng Feng explained further.

At this moment, some busy Dao Sect disciples turned their heads and cast a deep look at Wuteng Feng. Sure enough, the Divine Land Research Institute had a profound understanding of the Dao Sect’s combat arts.

“Don’t look at me like that. What era do you think we’re in? Many of the Dao Sect’s combat arts are shared with the Research Institute.” Being stared at made Wuteng Feng a little uncomfortable, so he offered another explanation.

Modern martial arts wasn’t like the peerless secret manuals in wuxia novels, where leaking them meant the sect had to clean house. The combat arts of the Divine Land were meant to be mutually studied and researched, striving for collective progress. The reason the Life Crossing Combat Art remained solely within the Dao Sect was that Divine Land Martial Artists simply lacked the foundation to learn it. After all, government funds had to cover too many people; they couldn’t afford to devote all their resources to nurturing a single Bai Ziqing like the Dao Sect did.

“Teacher Wuteng, is this Dao Cauldron just a mass of Qi Blood stagnating in the body, waiting to be digested?” Su Yue asked with a frown.

If that was the case, he actually had a mass like that in his own body.

“Oh, you know about this?

“Usually, only after reaching Grandmaster will a Martial Artist find ways to suppress the energy of a Qi Blood Pill inside their body, so they don’t have to keep pulling out pills to pop them every now and then.”