89: Chapter 89 The one who tied the knot must untie it; why not let him cultivate the "Mysterious Netherworld Divine Palm"!

Whether a Martial Artist Cultivates from the inside out or the outside in, they cannot do without the polishing of the body and the tempering of the internal organs.

Although the five viscera and six bowels can be nourished and strengthened by Internal Energy and True Qi to handle high-intensity combat, compared to other parts of the body, they remain fragile and can be called the "fatal weakness" of all Martial Artists.

When Grandmaster-level experts clash, once they break through the opponent's protective Qi, they turn their True Qi into sharp blades to directly attack the internal organs. As long as the opponent's internal organs are injured, forming internal wounds, it can influence the outcome of the battle.

No wonder Cheng Shi was forced back by his punch before; it turned out that punch had already shattered his heart pulse.

The nine tribulations golden elixir is specifically used to train the five viscera, six bowels, and the Primordial Spirit. Undergoing the refinement of nine tribulations is equivalent to undergoing a hundred thousand temperings.

What kind of changes will occur in a body trained this way?

However, even the System specifically warned that those without extremely firm will cannot consume it, showing how much pain and danger this Medicinal Pill brings.

This is undoubtedly a double-edged sword: if one perseveres, they can achieve a fundamental transformation and break the limits of the martial Dao;

But if one cannot hold on, the internal organs will surely be severely injured, and at that point, even an immortal would find it difficult to treat.

"If it were anyone else taking this Medicinal Pill, it would indeed be worrying."

Zhao Fangcai muttered to himself, "But I have taken the Ten Thousand Rotations Golden Core and possess the Heavenly Rotation Physique and the Pure Yang Extreme Physique. Would I still fear the refinement of these nine tribulations?" He was full of confidence in himself.

He put away the Medicinal Pill and then asked Zhang Sanfeng for help—this was both out of trust and because there was truly no other way.

At this time, Zhang Wuji was staying with Yu Daiyan to make it easier for Zhang Sanfeng to look after them.

Yu Daiyan lay on the bed, his body covered in bandages, with only his head exposed.

His eyes were open, and he gritted his teeth to endure the intense pain.

His bones were different from ordinary people's; the sharp pain during healing was as unbearable as being stabbed by an awl, and normal pain was nothing compared to it.

Although the pain was unbearable, his heart was full of joy, as he could clearly feel his injuries improving.

At the thought that he would soon be able to move like a normal person, he looked forward to Zhao Fang's outstanding performance.

Ten years! Who could know how he had endured these ten years?

In the beginning, he couldn't even speak and could only express his meaning by blinking; he couldn't even commit suicide if he wanted to.

If Zhang Sanfeng hadn't frequently regulated his body and his Senior Brothers hadn't always been by his side, he would have lost the will to live long ago.

Hearing footsteps, Yu Daiyan slowly opened his eyes.

"Third Brother, this is the Heir Apparent who sent you the black jade continuous ointment!" Zhang Songxi introduced from the side.

Yu Daiyan looked at the tall, slender young man before him, whose face was as handsome as jade and full of heroic spirit. His eyes were filled with gratitude: "Thank you, Your Highness, for granting the medicine. Daiyan will never forget this kindness for the rest of his life!"

Zhao Fangcai smiled gently: "When Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility on a person, it must first temper their will.

Life is still very long; Hero Yu must pull himself together." Yu Daiyan nodded vigorously; his life was finally no longer bleak.

"Father, I'm so cold!" On the adjacent bed, the young Zhang Wuji cried out in pain.

"Wuji's cold poison has flared up again." Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhang Wuji up.

Zhao Fangcai looked over and saw that Zhang Wuji's upper garment was open, with green five-fingered palm prints clearly imprinted on his chest.

Reaching out to touch it, the skin was as cold as ice, yet the center of his back was as hot as a raging fire—it was clear that the cold poison had already invaded his internal organs.

Zhang Sanfeng quickly infused True Qi into Zhang Wuji, temporarily easing his pain.

After observing carefully from the side, Zhao Fangcai frowned slightly.

In fact, given Zhang Wuji's current condition, even if he took the Crossing Calamity Pill and combined it with his own Pure Yang True Qi, it would only temporarily preserve his life.

The core problem remained: the internal organs were too fragile.

He and Zhang Sanfeng could only clear the surface cold Qi; if they wanted to go deeper with the treatment, Zhang Wuji's body simply wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Seeing Zhao Fangcai frown, Yin Susu grew nervous and quickly asked, "Your Highness, how do you see Wuji's condition?"

Zhao Fangcai replied truthfully, "To be honest, others can only suppress this kind of internal injury; there is no way to completely cure it. Ultimately, he has to pull through it himself."

Zhang Sanfeng set Zhang Wuji down and sighed, shaking his head, "We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate!" When Zhang Cuishan and his wife heard this, their hearts sank, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became gloomy.

"Master, Your Highness, is there really no other way?" Zhang Songxi asked urgently.

Zhang Sanfeng thought for a moment and said, "I will teach him the Nine Yang Skill and let him practice it himself. If he can Cultivate to the Innate Realm, there might still be a possibility of recovery."

An idea suddenly occurred to Zhao Fangcai, and he said, "I have an idea."

Everyone looked at him upon hearing this. Zhao Fangcai continued, "The person who tied the bell must untie it; why not let him Cultivate the Xuanming Divine Palm!"

"Xuanming Divine Palm?" Zhang Cuishan was full of shock.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up, "Using poison to overcome poison? This method is feasible!"

He said thoughtfully, "In this way, the Xuanming palm force in his body can instead become a power that helps him. He doesn't need to Cultivate to the Innate Realm; he only needs to Master the Acquired General Outline.

It's just that the Two Elders of Xuanming are already dead, and the Secret Manual for the Xuanming Divine Palm..."

Zhao Fangcai smiled and replied, "Although the two elders are dead, the Secret Manual is still here."

"So that's how it is!" Zhang Sanfeng understood immediately.

Zhang Cuishan shook his head in opposition, "Master, the Xuanming Divine Palm is an evil sect's martial art. The Nine Yang Skill is more appropriate!"

Yin Susu also frowned.，Obviously, I don't agree..

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said, "Martial arts themselves do not distinguish between righteous and evil; the key lies in how they are used.

Moreover, the Nine Yang Skill can only suppress the cold poison, while the Xuanming Divine Palm can guide the palm force. It is clearly more suitable."