Chapter 1213 The Skeptical Junior Qi

The data transmission speed was exceptionally fast. Although the file was large, the Martial Arts Network had a dedicated data channel that was completely separate from civilian lines.

After receiving the data, Su Yue walked to a slightly quieter corner and began studying the Life-Ferrying Combat Art. Learning it even a minute earlier might mean saving one more life.

Just moments ago, another severely injured person was declared dead due to massive blood loss from their wounds. It was only thanks to Bai Ziqing using silver needles to sustain the lives of many others; otherwise, the death toll would have been unimaginable.

Inside the second energy shield, the situation was slightly better, as the basic blood-clotting ability of the wounded was still functioning. But it was still far from optimistic. In half an hour at most, the second shield would run out of space—there were simply too many people to fit.

He opened the folder.

It contained many sub-files. Since Bai Ziqing had granted him full access, Su Yue could theoretically browse through all of them. However, Su Yue still held fast to his basic principles. He didn’t touch any of the other documents, directly opening the folder for the Life-Ferrying Combat Art.

The first level involved mastering the ability to simulate all the acupoints required for the technique. The Life-Ferrying Combat Art was the purest kind of life-saving combat art, and its method was highly unique. The Caster would pierce their own acupoint with a silver needle, then use the Daoist Sect’s silk threads to synchronize their perception with the injured person using Qi Blood. As a result, the Caster would manifest the exact same injuries as the patient.

After that, things became simple.

The Caster only needed to treat themselves using the Life-Ferrying Combat Art. The healing effects would then be transferred back to the injured person through the silk threads. It was a very simple logic: use silk threads and acupoints to simulate the patient’s wounds within one’s own body, treat them internally using Qi Blood, and finally synchronize the healing effects back through the threads.

The first step was to identify and memorize these acupoints.

It was complex. Outrageously complex. But this couldn’t stump Su Yue. He could recite the various formulas of the Grandmaster Chain backwards, so these acupoints were already very familiar to him. In less than a minute, Su Yue had completely mastered them.

The second level involved the various Qi Blood compositions required to heal injuries. This was the true healing method; the first level was merely preparatory work. It was still difficult, but it was roughly on par with a typical excellent-grade combat art, which posed no real challenge for Su Yue. After about a minute of sorting through it, he had already managed to firmly grasp it.

The third level was the method of simulating the patient’s condition through the silk threads.

The contents of this level were somewhat unfamiliar to Su Yue. However, he had long possessed a talent and acute intuition for cultivating combat arts that outsiders simply couldn’t comprehend. In truth, the cultivation of all combat arts shared the same origin; mastering one principle meant mastering them all. By deducing the Qi Blood patterns, Su Yue quickly figured it out.

Bai Ziqing was right. As long as one mastered the first three levels of the Life-Ferrying Combat Art, they could barely manage to save lives. But after that, Su Yue still had to look at the fourth level. He had no choice.

The fourth level was the method to activate the Dao Cauldron. If Su Yue used the Qi Blood from his own Qi Ring, it could easily clash with the patient’s Qi Blood, ultimately resulting in accidental death.

Su Yue’s brain worked at lightning speed. He methodically deduced each Qi Blood formula, dedicating all his effort to cultivating. At this moment, he forgot about time, forgot about the noise of the outside world, and even forgot who he was. In his mind, there was only the Life-Ferrying Combat Art. He had to hurry and save lives.

Three minutes had passed since Su Yue took the Life-Ferrying Combat Art.

To the onlookers, Su Yue seemed to have gone mad. It was as if a ladle of boiling water had been poured over his head. Steam constantly billowed up, making him look even more bizarre than someone in a sauna, and the air around him even felt scorching hot. Moreover, Su Yue would occasionally slap and tap his own body. At first glance, it looked like he was having an epileptic seizure. Some doctors even felt the urge to drag him off to a psychiatric ward.

Given Su Yue’s current behavior, could he succeed? Was he just playing around? Grandstanding?

But that shouldn’t be the case. Su Yue had made countless contributions on the Wet Realm Battlefield, and he relied on true strength to do so.

Wuteng Feng was also frowning. Did cultivating the Life-Ferrying Combat Art require twitching like a lunatic? Was this Su Yue’s own method? It was simply unheard of.

“Eldest Brother, I still think this is a bit reckless. He doesn’t look like he’s cultivating a combat art at all. It looks more like he’s performing a shamanic dance,” one of the Daoist Sect’s junior disciples said with a frown.

The other Daoist Sect disciples also wore frosty expressions.

Was this a sign of Qi Deviation? They could only hope this wouldn’t end up harming Su Yue and bringing disaster upon the Daoist Sect. After all, his father was Su Qingfeng, a man notoriously known for being completely unreasonable.

But falling into Qi Deviation this quickly was absurd. He had been cultivating for less than three minutes; he probably hadn’t even finished memorizing the acupoints of the first level. In fact, let alone memorizing them all, even getting them sorted out was no easy task. Many Daoist Sect disciples had failed at this very first hurdle.

Although the Life-Ferrying Combat Art lacked offensive power, its cultivation difficulty was absolutely far greater than that of lethal combat arts. At the very least, this introductory first level was on par with an ordinary excellent-grade combat art. The Daoist Sect disciples might have appeared composed, but mastering it had been no easy feat for any of them.

“If you have time to gossip about others, you’d be better off comforting the wounded,” Bai Ziqing sighed.

Although he didn’t understand Su Yue’s cultivation method, he had a strong intuition that Su Yue would succeed. Indeed, Su Yue’s cultivation method involved twitching like a lunatic, making for a rather discordant sight, but Bai Ziqing just believed in him.

Perhaps, it was akin to self-hypnosis.