Chapter 530: Beauty Like Jade, Sword Like Rainbow
Tang Hoa sat up and turned her back to him, untying her clothes to reveal a bloody wound below her snow-white, jade-like neck. She took out a small jade bottle, squeezed out the stagnant blood from the wound, and applied medicine to herself.
"That night I said so many things to you, but I don't remember any of it." Her ears were slightly red.
Actually, that night she had thought she wouldn't survive, so she had said many foolish things to Qin Mu. Some of those words would make even a boy blush, but she had boldly said them anyway, since Qin Mu couldn't hear her anyway.
Unexpectedly, she had survived. She had thought she would never see Qin Mu again in this life, and those crazy words from that night had become a special feeling in her memories. She never imagined she would encounter the dark boy who had listened to her confessions in the darkness once more.
Qin Mu looked up at the sun in the sky, barely suppressing the urge to fly up and polish the sun smooth. He walked around to her front and reached out to help apply the medicine. Tang Hoa quickly pulled her clothes closed: "Men and women should not touch..."
Qin Mu quickly said: "I am a physician. I intend to help you apply medicine. A doctor has the heart of a parent. I won't have any improper thoughts."
Tang Hoa remembered that he had mentioned being a somewhat famous physician earlier, so she relaxed. She watched curiously as he applied the medicine, noting his skilled technique, and asked doubtfully: "You clearly have high attainments in mathematics, how is it that you're also proficient in medicine?"
Qin Mu observed the wound above her chest very carefully: "I studied medicine for over ten years. I studied mathematics for a shorter time, only three years. Speaking of which, my medical skill is much better than my mathematics."
"How long are you going to look?" Tang Hoa said with feigned anger, raising her hand to gather her clothes.
Qin Mu quickly stopped her, carefully pulling her clothes down to her shoulders, and said: "A doctor has the heart of a parent. Hmm, your skin is very white, and your shoulders are very smooth... Don't move!"
He frowned slightly. Tang Hoa's wound had been left by a demon race expert, and the wound carried demon race divine powers and demonic energy that corroded flesh and vitality.
This kind of wound was hard to stop bleeding from, and hard to draw the demonic energy out. The medicine paste just applied to the wound had already turned black, clearly the medicinal power had been corrupted by the demonic energy.
Qin Mu squeezed out the blackened medicine paste from Tang Hoa's wound, sniffed it, and shook his head.
This medicine paste was not suitable for the wound.
"It hurts! This medicine paste is for drawing out poison. After applying it, some demonic poison is drawn out, and then the medicine needs to be changed."
Tang Hoa cried out in pain, then took out several more bottles of medicine paste, saying: "This kind of wound needs to be dressed more than ten times before the poison is completely drawn out... Your eyes keep wandering! I'll apply the medicine myself!"
Qin Mu took out some medicinal herbs from his gluttonous sack and refined them using his own alchemical methods, saying: "The demonic poison isn't actually poison. The problem is that you cultivate divine path techniques while your opponent cultivated demonic path techniques. Your vitality attributes conflict, which makes you feel it's poison. The medicine paste you're using isn't a poison-drawing paste either. It's a variant of a spiritual pill that wasn't refined to its optimal form, hence its paste state. This spiritual pill was only corrupted black by the demonic energy. Using it to draw out demonic energy is somewhat wasteful."
As he spoke, a cauldron formed from vitality appeared in his palm. He refined the medicine directly within the vitality, reversing water and fire, harmonizing dragon and tiger, with various alchemical techniques changing so rapidly that Tang Hoa was dazzled.
After a moment, Qin Mu dispersed the vitality, and over a dozen pills fell into his palm.
Qin Mu crushed one and applied it to her wound, saying: "In another world, I am the Heavenly Sage Cult Leader, also known as the Heavenly Demon Cult Leader. I have some understanding of the demonic path. Demons arise from the mind. Whether divine or demonic, they are all manifestations of the heart, transforming from inner form to outer form. I have some experience treating wounds caused by demonic path divine powers."
Soon, Tang Hoa felt a cool sensation at the wound. The demonic energy within was completely drawn out, and the wound turned from cool to warm to itchy—a sign that it was beginning to heal.
"The wound is healing so quickly? You said earlier that you're somewhat famous in your world?"
Tang Hoa widened her eyes, secretly grabbing her braid on the other side to cover the other half of her chest, asking curiously: "A somewhat famous physician can refine a spiritual medicine that counteracts demonic energy this quickly?"
Qin Mu stuffed the remaining pills into her hand and said with an embarrassed smile: "I was being modest just now. Actually, my reputation isn't small. I'm quite famous in my world. You didn't catch that I was being modest, did you?"
He couldn't help feeling proud: "Most people can't catch it!"
Tang Hoa was puzzled: "You're not applying medicine for me anymore?"
Qin Mu walked toward the others to treat their injuries: "I was just examining the wound earlier. You can apply the medicine yourself. There are others who need treatment."
Tang Hoa gathered her clothes and watched him bustling about, thinking to herself: "He truly had the heart of a parent as a physician just now, without any improper thoughts. This person is a rare gentleman, except his eyes do like to wander..."
Qin Mu gave rough treatment to the injured divine ability users on the altar, then looked down. Below the altar and across the battlefield lay countless divine ability users and demon horde members. People were carrying away the wounded, while others were executing demons that hadn't yet died.
Across this vast battlefield, everywhere were flames left by divine powers, burning war chariots, fallen corpses, banners covering the flames, and spiritual weapons stuck at angles.
In the distance, the slaughter continued.
This world was extraordinarily cruel. Although Qin Mu had entered and exited battlefields countless times, seeing this scene still shook his soul.
"Medicine cannot save this world."
Qin Mu shook his head. His medical skill could only save some people. Healing all the wounded on the battlefield would take months, and this world had small battles every three days and large battles every five. He simply didn't have the ability to heal everyone.
He looked up at the sky. The irregular sun was gradually dimming, turning red.
These two suns should have been fixed in the sky, never moving, and would darken at certain times.
"The sun-forging deity who built these two suns had good ideas, but their mathematical skill wasn't high..." Qin Mu withdrew his gaze, still finding the sun in the sky somewhat harsh on the eyes.
"Too ugly! If I look any longer, I won't be able to resist flying up there to fix it..." he thought.
He walked slowly along the edge of the altar, circulating his vitality and activating the Overlord Body Three Elixir Technique. His spiritual fetus and soul suddenly combined to form his primordial spirit, body and soul becoming one.
His primordial spirit stood on a spiritual platform, unifying the six directions, with sun and moon above its head and five luminaries spanning the sky. As his vitality moved, it flowed through all his limbs and bones. Each strand of hair drifted gently, infused with vitality.
This battle had shown him the power of divine ability users from another world. Passing through life and death on the battlefield had subtly changed his mentality without him even realizing it.
Since his battle with the First Ancestor Human Emperor, he had sunk into a period of decline. When encountering battles, he couldn't even deliver his own techniques, earning a harsh scolding from the Butcher.
It wasn't that he dared not strike, but that he felt no matter what technique or divine power he used, it would be wrong.
The reason it was wrong wasn't just because his confidence and beliefs had been shattered by the First Ancestor Human Emperor. It was also that fighting the First Ancestor Human Emperor had suddenly elevated his vision and experience to a height he had never imagined before.
Standing at that height and looking down at the techniques and divine powers he had learned before, they were all riddled with flaws!
His vision had risen, but his foundation wasn't sufficient to allow him to transform into the next realm. This caused him to feel, when facing enemies, that no matter what technique or divine power he used, it would be broken by the opponent, and he would die in the next moment.
He had been treating his opponents as the First Ancestor Human Emperor, which was why he had this illusion.
But on the battlefield, Qin Mu simply didn't have time to think about these things. The battlefield situation changed in an instant. He couldn't afford to think about whether there were flaws—his techniques just came out, killing powerful enemies.
After this battle, Qin Mu suddenly felt he was on the edge of a great transformation.
As long as he crossed this threshold, there would surely be a clear blue sky and a grand path ahead!
A radiant glow gradually emanated from him. Vitality circulated within his body, connecting the three great divine treasures of Spiritual Fetus, Five Luminaries, and Six Harmonies. The light emitted by the sun, moon, and stars illuminated his divine treasures completely, making him look like a being of light.
Even the Heavenly Human divine treasure within his body was illuminated, revealing its divine treasure gateway.
And below the Six Harmonies divine treasure, a deep, dark gateway also flickered in and out of visibility—that was the gateway to the Life and Death divine treasure connecting to the Netherworld.
Qin Mu walked unhurriedly. In the Lesser Jade Capital, he had observed the divine treasures of the divine man Qin Chongming, wandering through that deity's divine treasures for a considerable time.
From that point on, he had begun to reform his own divine treasures, filling in his deficiencies.
Roooar—
His vitality vibrated within, emitting dragon roars. Dragon energy coiled around his body, drilling in and out to temper his flesh. Suddenly, Qin Mu's hands became blades, and he began striking out with blade techniques while walking along the altar's edge.
The wind howled, blades fell like rain—night battle, wind and rain over the city.
The great sun rose, leaping above the sea—sun blazing over the eastern sea, a thousand waves.
Golden inlaid blade with jade handle, piercing through window screens at night with radiant light. A man at fifty with deeds undone, sword in hand standing alone, gazing at the eight wastelands.
After the hero's calamity comes the people's will—walking the path, trailing smoke all the way!
On this vast, bloody battlefield, the Butcher's blade techniques suddenly became vivid and alive, reflecting this world's great calamity.
His blade techniques grew faster and faster. Suddenly, the blade light scattered—wind and rain, great sun, sea surface, all vanished. Qin Mu pressed his fingers together as a sword, vitality vibrating into sword threads. He picked and brushed delicately, his sword techniques extremely refined. Suddenly the sword techniques accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, the sword spanned the sky, dancing above the altar like a silver flood dragon in chaos.
Qin Mu wielded his sword across the altar, sword light tearing through the sky with a hissing sound, faster and faster, more and more urgent.
The calamity of this world of Grand Imperial Heaven touched his heart, and he unconsciously released his emotions and feelings through his sword techniques and vitality!
Sword Diagram Third Form: Imperial Heaven Calamity Stirring.
But at the moment the calamity erupted most violently, Qin Mu suddenly dispersed all his sword light. His sword finger suddenly pointed at his brow—this finger didn't just touch his brow, it also touched the brow of his spiritual fetus primordial spirit. All his spirit, all his sword energy, gathered into this one finger.
He had comprehended the calamity.
Calamity is disaster—it is the people struggling to survive amid catastrophe, seeking hope of life in hellish suffering. It is heroes like the Butcher cleaving out hope with their blades. It is human emperors like the Village Chief blazing trails through hardship, struggling to survive. It is also the people sinking and floundering behind the heroes.
Flesh and blood buried in bone.
His two fingers thrust forward—one sword like a rainbow, spanning ten li across the sky.
The light of one half-sun in the sky completely dimmed, leaving only this sword light.
After this sword thrust, Qin Mu stood blankly on the altar. This sword had completely abandoned the Village Chief's Sword Diagram. Suddenly, he felt he had found his own path.