Strength Without a Path
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That’s right—restoring his meridians.
It was something Mu Yunfeng had only just realized in that critical moment.
Even with the Mask of the Faceless God as his final trump card, using it would likely mean mutual destruction.
But Mu Yunfeng wanted to live.
And to live, he needed strength.
Otherwise, just like earlier—if he hadn’t reacted fast enough, Ghost Elder would have already drained him dry.
Back when he was just a refugee, limited by status and perspective, restoring severed meridians would have been nearly impossible.
But now… it might not be.
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“You want to restore your meridians?” Ghost Elder asked, clearly surprised.
“Why? Is that not possible?” Mu Yunfeng replied, one foot already stepping back out through the doorway.
“Severed meridians are no small matter,” Ghost Elder said slowly. “In the martial world, aside from certain rare techniques that can repair them naturally, there are very few methods of treatment.”
The fact that Mu Yunfeng’s meridians were destroyed was already known by quite a few people in the sect—especially after his clash with Li Xiu.
As for his survival of the Ten Thousand Insects Gu, Lin Wanqiu had deliberately kept that a secret.
“So you’re saying you can’t do it?” Mu Yunfeng gave a light chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’ll still give you blood. As for how much… well, that’s another matter.”
With that, he turned to leave.
Ghost Elder quickly grabbed his arm.
“Hey, hey, little brother, no need to rush! I never said it was impossible!”
Mu Yunfeng raised an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
“I can’t guarantee I’ll find a solution,” Ghost Elder admitted, “but give me some time. I’ll definitely find some clues on how to restore meridians!”
Mu Yunfeng hesitated for a moment before nodding.
“Fine. But make it something practical. If you come back with myths and legends, I won’t accept it.”
“Of course, of course!” Ghost Elder rubbed his hands eagerly. “Then, about the blood…”
Mu Yunfeng extended his hand.
“Take it.”
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Back in the medicinal garden, Ghost Elder collected his blood using proper methods this time.
Mu Yunfeng made sure not to let him take too much—calling it a “deposit.” The rest would be paid after real progress was made on the meridian issue.
After that, Mu Yunfeng returned to his room.
He calmed his mind and once again entered the depths of his consciousness.
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When the girl in the black dress saw him, she let out a faint sigh.
“Do you not have anything better to do? You come here every day.”
“I don’t know what method you’re using to enter this place freely, but even if you come to me, I can’t help you master the Mask of the Faceless God.”
“I can only suppress its power for you. The rest is up to you.”
Mu Yunfeng smiled as he walked behind her and gently pushed the swing.
“You’ve got the wrong idea. I just came to see you. No other reason. Really.”
The girl remained expressionless as the swing carried her higher and higher.
“Is that so? Rare for me to be in a good mood today.”
Hearing that, Mu Yunfeng’s eyes lit up.
“By the way,” he said casually, “you’ve existed for a long time as a spirit, right? Haven’t you… passed down any cultivation techniques or anything like that?”
The girl turned her head and looked at him with clear, innocent eyes.
Silence said everything.
Even someone as thick-skinned as Mu Yunfeng felt a bit embarrassed under that gaze.
“Well, I was just asking casually. No ulterior motives or anything.”
“There is, actually.”
Mu Yunfeng froze.
“What? You really have one?!” He grabbed the swing in excitement.
The sudden stop caused the girl to tilt backward with the momentum, falling lightly against his chest.
Looking up at him, she said calmly:
“I know all the martial arts practiced by the previous hosts of the Mask of the Faceless God. Thinking about it… there is one that suits you quite well.”
As she spoke, she raised a finger and lightly tapped his forehead.
In an instant, countless phantom figures performing different movements flashed through his mind.
“This is—?”
“The Heaven-Piercing Profound Art,” she explained. “It won’t restore your meridians, but its defining feature is that even someone with completely severed meridians can cultivate it.”
“Of course, the results won’t be ideal.”
Mu Yunfeng was overjoyed.
“That’s perfect!”
Overcome with excitement, he grabbed her face and planted a quick kiss on her cheek.
Mission accomplished.
He immediately turned to leave—but then paused.
That felt a bit like using someone and tossing them aside.
So he turned back and asked:
“By the way, I still don’t know your name.”
“My name?” The girl looked slightly confused and shook her head. “I don’t have one.”
Mu Yunfeng looked at her lowered gaze and thought for a moment.
Finally, his eyes rested on her black dress.
“In that case… I’ll call you *Ye*.”
“We’re neighbors, after all. It’ll be easier to address you.”
The girl looked up.
“Ye… my name?”
“Mm. I’ll be off for now. I’ll come see you another day, Ye.”
With that, Mu Yunfeng left the inner world.
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The girl sat quietly on the swing.
“My name is Ye…”
She lifted a hand and gently touched the spot where he had kissed her. A faint blush spread across her cheeks.
“It’s nice. I like it.”
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Back in his room, Mu Yunfeng wasted no time and immediately began cultivating the Heaven-Piercing Profound Art.
Everything about the technique had already been imprinted into his mind. After a brief review, he had already grasped its key principles.
From *Clear Insight into Stillness* to this new technique, he found that he could understand the essence of such texts almost at a glance.
This only reinforced his belief—
His former self had definitely been no ordinary person.
As he circulated the technique, everything felt unusually smooth, as though he had practiced it countless times before.
He could clearly sense threads of cool energy drifting in from the surroundings, slowly entering his body.
Once inside, that coolness turned warm, spreading through him and invigorating his weakened body.
Suddenly, Mu Yunfeng opened his eyes.
He raised a hand and struck toward a teacup on the table.
*c***k!*
The cup shattered instantly.
“Nice! Internal energy projection on my first try? I’m a genius!”
He grinned widely.
But before he could celebrate for long—
A large amount of steam suddenly burst from his body.
His powerful state collapsed instantly.
The strength drained away, leaving him weak and exhausted.
He let out a helpless chuckle.
“I get it now. I can cultivate it… but whether I can retain it is another story.”
Because his meridians were completely severed, any energy he cultivated could only linger briefly before dispersing.
In other words, he could only act during that fleeting moment when the energy remained inside him.
“As expected… restoring my meridians comes first. Otherwise, everything else is meaningless.”
Mu Yunfeng silently raised the priority of meridian restoration above even detoxification.
At this point, it was clear—
He wouldn’t be leaving the Thousand Poisons Sect anytime soon.
And within the sect, there were likely many more people like Ghost Elder, harboring ill intentions toward him.
Relying on Lin Wanqiu’s name as protection would fail sooner or later.
He needed strength.
Only with sufficient strength could he stand against any threat.
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