Bodhisattva of Compassion Chapter 99: A Doctor's Heart Like a Parent's
Before, I had a fierce battle with Uncle Dong that night. It made me realize my weakness. Facing the crushing power of a high-level cultivator, it's hard for a low-level cultivator to survive.
Perhaps if he had a defensive artifact back then, his situation wouldn't have been so dire. Defensive spirit runes are good and all, but they consume too much spiritual energy.
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This little bell artifact is undoubtedly a good defensive one, so Lu Ye wanted to possess it. However, after obtaining the bell, he tried to activate its power. Unfortunately, this thing is very difficult to accept external spiritual energy. When Lu Ye tried to pour his spiritual energy into it, it was clearly rejected by some kind of force.
It feels like opening a storage bag that doesn't belong to you.
Since Lu Ye was a smart one, he surmised that this thing might also have a locking mechanism of some kind.
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He dared not continue his reckless attempts, for during his time on Qingyun Mountain, he had once tried to open a storage bag, only to trigger its prohibition. The bag was destroyed instantly and thoroughly.
It's not a pity that the storage pouch of a low-level cultivator is destroyed, but if this small bell artifact were to be destroyed, it would be a great loss.
The old cultivator glanced at Lu Ye with a strange expression, reached out to take the small bell spirit artifact, examined it briefly, and then returned it.
The old monk raised his teapot and took a sip before speaking slowly, “You’re a lone cultivator, aren’t you?”
<>How did you figure that out?
"Yes," he replied, following his lead.
The old cultivator nodded: “Cultivators’ lives are not easy. Alright, considering you were quite agreeable, this old man will teach you something good.” He pointed at the small bell spirit tool in Lu Ye's hand, “A spirit tool is different from a storage pouch. Every restriction within a spirit tool is crucial; it affects the quality of the spirit tool. Therefore, generally speaking, there are no self-destructing restrictions in spirit tools because that would diminish the spirit tool’s power. Especially for lower-quality spirit tools, your spirit tool hasn't reached mid-grade yet, but it's already at the top level among low-grade ones. The restrictions within it are primarily defensive in nature. So, do you understand now?”
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The old monk chuckled: “So-called restrictions are just a name. The restriction itself is an invisible lock. Some restrictions, if not unlocked with clever methods, can trigger unpredictable consequences, like shattering or self-destruction. Most restrictions don't have this characteristic, just like the spiritual artifact in your hand. You only need to slowly infuse your own spiritual power into those restrictions, nourishing them, and naturally you'll be able to wield it with ease. Right now, you can't use it because this spiritual artifact retains traces left by its previous owner.”
Lu Ye was stunned. Only then did he realize his mistake.
After he got this small artifact, Zhongling, he only tried it briefly before giving up. The main reason was that he was afraid of repeating the same mistakes, but now it seems like he gave up too early.
This magic weapon originally belonged to the young master of the Jiuxing Sect. The young master had nurtured it with his own spiritual power, and the various restrictions inside still bore his traces. Naturally, Lu Ye couldn't activate it.
If he were to erase those traces and then nourish it with his own spiritual energy, he could make this thing his own.
If the restrictions inside a magic weapon are compared to a lock, then a cultivator's spiritual power is the key. The young master of the Jiuxing Sect died, the key was lost, and Lu Ye was able to use his own spiritual power to re-key the weapon with a new one.
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Suddenly, everything became clear...
"Thank you, sir," Lu Ye said as he rose to his feet.
The old monk simply waved his hand and raised his teacup, sipping it slowly.
<<< After leaving the Tianji Merchant Alliance, Lu Ye took the young master's storage pouch and examined it. He found over thirty Yunling Pills, more than twenty spirit stones, and several bottles of pills he didn't recognize. There were also some miscellaneous items, like a woman's clothing... >>>
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Those garments were extremely thin and made of cheap material. Lu Ye could only sigh with emotion, this young master really knows how to play.
The gains aren't much, but it's not a loss either.
<<>>
Walking through several messy streets, I arrived at a corner of the market.
A shrill scream pierced the air. Lu Ye fixed his gaze and saw a rudimentary tent erected nearby, with several beds inside. On one of the beds, Kong Niu, a burly figure, was pressing down on a male cultivator who was struggling with all his might. Huaci wore a headwrap and her hands were slapping the male cultivator's abdomen at an eye-blinding speed. With each slap, the man let out a scream, and occasionally, a jet of blood would shoot out from the wound in his abdomen. This blood wasn't normal crimson, but had a tinge of black.
It seems like this fellow is poisoned...
<<>>
Every time the injured male cultivator cried out in pain, he would inevitably shout: "Mother!"
Hua Ci's medical skills were undoubtedly superb, but there was no denying that this woman's methods of treatment were rather rough. Lu Ye once again confirmed that she was the type who spoke the gentlest words but wielded the most ruthless hands.
<<>>
"I told you not to move, I told you not to move!" Kong Niu pressed down hard on the creature, preventing it from struggling.
The male cultivator cried, his tears and snot flowing together, as he shouted, "Kill me! Kill me!" His cries were bone-chilling, making anyone who heard them think that some kind of inhumane torture was taking place here.
After a moment, Hua Ci stopped. Her eyes landed on Lu Ye who was watching the spectacle from the side. She said without any politeness, "You over there, come and help."
Lu Ye pointed at himself with his finger.
"Yes, you!" Hua Ci wiped the blood from her hands with a piece of cotton cloth.
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Lu Ye helplessly walked forward. Hua Ci picked up a bowl of emerald-green medicinal soup and motioned to the side: “Feed him this.”
<<>>
Kong Niu was still pressing the male cultivator, and the other man saw Lu Ye approaching step by step. For some reason, he suddenly had a very bad feeling, struggling even more violently: "Let me go, let me go!"
Lu Ye walked forward and stood before the man, smiling innocently: "Sir, it's time for your medicine..."
"No!" The male cultivator's sense of crisis grew stronger, his head swaying back and forth.
Lu Ye winked at Kong Niu, and Kong Niu immediately clamped his mouth shut. Lu Ye raised the large bowl and poured it into the man's mouth.
"I... mmrrmmm... want to mmmmm..."
Perhaps if he had a defensive artifact back then, his situation wouldn't have been so dire. Defensive spirit runes are good and all, but they consume too much spiritual energy.
Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!
This little bell artifact is undoubtedly a good defensive one, so Lu Ye wanted to possess it. However, after obtaining the bell, he tried to activate its power. Unfortunately, this thing is very difficult to accept external spiritual energy. When Lu Ye tried to pour his spiritual energy into it, it was clearly rejected by some kind of force.
It feels like opening a storage bag that doesn't belong to you.
Since Lu Ye was a smart one, he surmised that this thing might also have a locking mechanism of some kind.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
He dared not continue his reckless attempts, for during his time on Qingyun Mountain, he had once tried to open a storage bag, only to trigger its prohibition. The bag was destroyed instantly and thoroughly.
It's not a pity that the storage pouch of a low-level cultivator is destroyed, but if this small bell artifact were to be destroyed, it would be a great loss.
The old cultivator glanced at Lu Ye with a strange expression, reached out to take the small bell spirit artifact, examined it briefly, and then returned it.
The old monk raised his teapot and took a sip before speaking slowly, “You’re a lone cultivator, aren’t you?”
<>How did you figure that out?
"Yes," he replied, following his lead.
The old cultivator nodded: “Cultivators’ lives are not easy. Alright, considering you were quite agreeable, this old man will teach you something good.” He pointed at the small bell spirit tool in Lu Ye's hand, “A spirit tool is different from a storage pouch. Every restriction within a spirit tool is crucial; it affects the quality of the spirit tool. Therefore, generally speaking, there are no self-destructing restrictions in spirit tools because that would diminish the spirit tool’s power. Especially for lower-quality spirit tools, your spirit tool hasn't reached mid-grade yet, but it's already at the top level among low-grade ones. The restrictions within it are primarily defensive in nature. So, do you understand now?”
<<
The old monk chuckled: “So-called restrictions are just a name. The restriction itself is an invisible lock. Some restrictions, if not unlocked with clever methods, can trigger unpredictable consequences, like shattering or self-destruction. Most restrictions don't have this characteristic, just like the spiritual artifact in your hand. You only need to slowly infuse your own spiritual power into those restrictions, nourishing them, and naturally you'll be able to wield it with ease. Right now, you can't use it because this spiritual artifact retains traces left by its previous owner.”
Lu Ye was stunned. Only then did he realize his mistake.
After he got this small artifact, Zhongling, he only tried it briefly before giving up. The main reason was that he was afraid of repeating the same mistakes, but now it seems like he gave up too early.
This magic weapon originally belonged to the young master of the Jiuxing Sect. The young master had nurtured it with his own spiritual power, and the various restrictions inside still bore his traces. Naturally, Lu Ye couldn't activate it.
If he were to erase those traces and then nourish it with his own spiritual energy, he could make this thing his own.
If the restrictions inside a magic weapon are compared to a lock, then a cultivator's spiritual power is the key. The young master of the Jiuxing Sect died, the key was lost, and Lu Ye was able to use his own spiritual power to re-key the weapon with a new one.
Let me know if you have more text you'd like translated! ?
Suddenly, everything became clear...
"Thank you, sir," Lu Ye said as he rose to his feet.
The old monk simply waved his hand and raised his teacup, sipping it slowly.
<<< After leaving the Tianji Merchant Alliance, Lu Ye took the young master's storage pouch and examined it. He found over thirty Yunling Pills, more than twenty spirit stones, and several bottles of pills he didn't recognize. There were also some miscellaneous items, like a woman's clothing... >>>
Please note that I only translated the content within the <<<>>>tags. I left the HTML tags as they were.
Those garments were extremely thin and made of cheap material. Lu Ye could only sigh with emotion, this young master really knows how to play.
The gains aren't much, but it's not a loss either.
<<
Walking through several messy streets, I arrived at a corner of the market.
A shrill scream pierced the air. Lu Ye fixed his gaze and saw a rudimentary tent erected nearby, with several beds inside. On one of the beds, Kong Niu, a burly figure, was pressing down on a male cultivator who was struggling with all his might. Huaci wore a headwrap and her hands were slapping the male cultivator's abdomen at an eye-blinding speed. With each slap, the man let out a scream, and occasionally, a jet of blood would shoot out from the wound in his abdomen. This blood wasn't normal crimson, but had a tinge of black.
It seems like this fellow is poisoned...
<<
Every time the injured male cultivator cried out in pain, he would inevitably shout: "Mother!"
Hua Ci's medical skills were undoubtedly superb, but there was no denying that this woman's methods of treatment were rather rough. Lu Ye once again confirmed that she was the type who spoke the gentlest words but wielded the most ruthless hands.
<<>>
"I told you not to move, I told you not to move!" Kong Niu pressed down hard on the creature, preventing it from struggling.
The male cultivator cried, his tears and snot flowing together, as he shouted, "Kill me! Kill me!" His cries were bone-chilling, making anyone who heard them think that some kind of inhumane torture was taking place here.
After a moment, Hua Ci stopped. Her eyes landed on Lu Ye who was watching the spectacle from the side. She said without any politeness, "You over there, come and help."
Lu Ye pointed at himself with his finger.
"Yes, you!" Hua Ci wiped the blood from her hands with a piece of cotton cloth.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
Lu Ye helplessly walked forward. Hua Ci picked up a bowl of emerald-green medicinal soup and motioned to the side: “Feed him this.”
<<
Kong Niu was still pressing the male cultivator, and the other man saw Lu Ye approaching step by step. For some reason, he suddenly had a very bad feeling, struggling even more violently: "Let me go, let me go!"
Lu Ye walked forward and stood before the man, smiling innocently: "Sir, it's time for your medicine..."
"No!" The male cultivator's sense of crisis grew stronger, his head swaying back and forth.
Lu Ye winked at Kong Niu, and Kong Niu immediately clamped his mouth shut. Lu Ye raised the large bowl and poured it into the man's mouth.
"I... mmrrmmm... want to mmmmm..."
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