Chapter 309 – Secrets of the Lake (VI)

Chapter 309

Secrets of the Lake (VI)

Seeing Long Tao like that, and seeing Lao Shun having to part with such a precious pill to save him, made him realize that I’ve been relying on the existence of pills entirely as a means of healing wounds. But… that’s not particularly smart, I don’t think.

Even healing pills, ultimately, have some remnant toxins–consuming too many of them would likely have extremely adverse effects, and that is even if they could heal the wounds in the first place. In the end, they were external means–not something that can be utilized at will.

… But then there was also the question: how come I haven’t encountered any other healing art in this world? If I could think it up, pretty much everyone else thought it up at one point, too. And yet, it looks like everyone relies almost entirely on Alchemists and pills for all healing things.

Is it the case similar to the face-changing art I made? That it somehow goes against the Heavenly Laws to try and create an art meant to heal? Or is it simply that the efficiency of pills is so far beyond even the best healing art that it’s simply not worth even pursuing that path?

Then again, it’s possible that there are healing arts out there, they are just deeply hidden or treasured. I’ve only seen an ounce of the world, after all, and would be pretty stupid if I started making sweeping statements about anything of note.

Regardless, I got up and left after a little while longer; the kids were all waiting just outside the room, some worried, some merely curious.

“Is Senior Brother Tao going to be alright?” Dai Xiu asked.

“Hm, he’ll be just fine. He just needs to rest,” I said. “As do all of you. Don’t you have a big day tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“You rest too, Master.”

“Rayce, stay back for a moment.” The boy paused and spun back around, looking at me curiously. I whipped out the art and handed it to him.

“I happened to find it in an old coffer,” I said. “Do you think it will be helpful?”

“…” he stayed silent for a moment as he perused the first few pages, his expression shifting rapidly with each new one. “Y-yes… it, it will be helpful. Master…”

“Hm?”

“You really… you really found this in a coffer?”

“I did.”

“Are you sure?”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

“N-no, it’s not that,” he said, shifting in place and hesitating. “I, I noticed it with the other art you found, too. They are… relics.”

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