Chapter 314 – Surging Spirit Art (V)

Chapter 314

Surging Spirit Art (V)

Lao Shun was shaking as he held the somewhat disheveled tome in his hands, his eyes glued to the pages.

It was impossible.

That was his first and last thought, yet with each page, it was as though some invisible force was taking a blade to his convictions and cutting them, slowly but surely.

It shouldn’t be possible, yet the truth was staring him in the eyes–that strange, odd, perverse man had pulled from the dimension of nothing-nowhere an art that, if ever presented publicly, would cause every single power within the world to immediately go to the war of extinction for it.

How?

Just how?

And… where? Where did he, as well as the art, come from?

He simply (and rather unceremoniously) came to his room, dropped a tome in front of him, and just… left. As though he were giving him some worthless piece of candy and not one of the most remarkable martial arts Lao Shun had ever seen in his life.

With each new page he flipped, his blood stirred further and further; it wasn’t just the matter of miracles, it was the matter of seeing the world in an utterly different way.

Terms and phrases and connections that no alchemist had ever made about the human body were almost self-evident within the art, broken down to such finite details that, within ten pages, Lao Shun felt a headache–he’d never failed to learn any healing art he’d seen once, and yet… he knew he would need at least a couple of decades to master this one, if not more than that.

He took a deep breath, his arms still shaking, and closed the tome; it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that if this art became public, Alchemy Tower would hunt that kid down with all their might and kill him while destroying the art in the process.

While Alchemists concocted all manner of pills, the truth was that the majority of annual revenue came from the healing pills and outright healing other people. In the second place were Qi Replenishing Pills, but the healing acts and pills accounted for almost forty percent of all annual income.

Even the distant threat of it suddenly disappearing would be enough to kick those old monsters from their deep tombs into action.

Lao Shun trembled at the thought of such a thing occurring, though he had less than no intention of starting it. He hardly loved the Tower or even considered it his home, and ever since he hit his plateau both as a cultivator and an alchemist, he had gotten… bored.

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Every day was the same.

Every request was one he’d done a thousand times before.

All the same faces.

All the same questions.

All the same places.

It was all the same, repeated into oblivion. The dullness had not just crept into his heart, but it had taken over his entire soul. Despite his perfect recall, he could seldom string together an hour worth of memories over the past fifty years, as there was nothing new that happened.

All until he came across that slightly detestable face in the basement of some no-name clan in the city nobody’s ever heard of. Ever since, his life has been all but dull; not only has he been surrounded by monsters improving at a rate that would have even those Holy Lands drooling, but the star all those monsters carefully orbited was the most monstrous of them all.