Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Three days passed quickly, and Fu Ling'er arrived at Songhe Courtyard early in the morning. However, Huo Yang and Xuanyuan's father and son arrived earlier than her. They had been waiting here for a long time, chatting with the old ancestor, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

When they saw Fu Ling'er coming in, Xuanyuan Lang quickly stood up and greeted her.

"Miss Ling, you are here. Have you had breakfast? If not, I will have someone bring it to you immediately."

"Thank you for your concern. I have already had breakfast. I just came to see the ancestor. The ancestor looks very healthy today. How are you, ancestor? Have you felt uncomfortable in the past few days? Has Uncle Huo sent you any healing power?"

"Thanks to Miss Ling, I have been feeling pretty good these days. I feel strong and I haven't troubled Boy Huo. Miss Ling, do you think my health will improve? Especially, can my cultivation be restored?" The old ancestor now felt that he was in good health, and he was very eager to restore his cultivation.

After hearing what the ancestor said, Fu Ling'er hesitated for a moment and said,

"Well? To be honest, ancestor, don't rush it, take your time.

Your meridians are severely damaged, and your Dantian is riddled with holes. If they can all be completely repaired, perhaps your cultivation can be restored. However, for now, you should focus on restoring your body. As for cultivation, you should wait until your body is well again."

"Then... I'll trouble you, Ling girl," the old ancestor hesitated for a while. He was eager to recover his strength now that his body was expected to recover. He had many things in his mind, and he needed cultivation to support him to complete them. But Ling girl's words were full of meaning. He knew that it might be difficult for Ling girl to recover her cultivation.

“Miss Ling, is there no better way? Restoring the cultivation base is very important for the ancestor…” Xuanyuan Que knew that if a person like the ancestor did not have cultivation base, it would be worse than death for him.

"A Que, listen to Miss Ling. The health of our ancestor is the most important thing." Huo Yang stopped Xuanyuan Que from speaking. He knew that it was too early to talk about restoring his cultivation now. This would make things difficult for both Miss Ling and the ancestor.

"Okay, Miss Tingling, we're sorry, it was us who were too anxious," Xuanyuan Que also realized that his behavior was inappropriate and quickly apologized.

"It's okay. I understand. Then let's get started, old man. I want to check on your recovery again."

"Okay, okay, Ling girl, I'll leave it to you," the old ancestor stretched out his hand and placed it on the pulse pillow, eager to know how his body was recovering.

Fu Ling'er did not delay, took a deep breath, calmed down, and once again gently placed her slender and fair hand on the wrinkled and veined wrist of the ancestor. At the same time, a ray of divine power from her fingertips was injected into the ancestor's meridians.

At the same time, the spiritual power also followed the divine power and drilled into the meridians. The spiritual power was like Fu Ling'er's eyes, observing every inch of the ancestor's meridians.

At this moment, the people present all held their breath, staring at Fu Ling'er's beautiful face without blinking. Their hearts seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, rising and falling with every slight change in Fu Ling'er's facial expression.

When they saw Fu Ling'er frowning slightly, everyone's heart instantly rose to their throat. When they discovered a hint of doubt in her eyes, they were so nervous that they dared not breathe. When they saw Fu Ling'er pursing her lips slightly, as if thinking about something, the air around them seemed to solidify. They dared not breathe, for fear of hearing something bad coming out of her mouth.

After a cup of tea, Fu Linger finally withdrew her hand from feeling the pulse, and at the same time, her mental power and divine power also returned to her sea of ​​consciousness.

After pondering for a while, Fu Ling'er looked up and saw that several people were nervously waiting for her "judgment". She smiled slightly and said,

"Don't be nervous. The old ancestor's health is generally improving. It's just that the old ancestor's body may have been ill for too long. It is impossible to recover in a short time. Especially the Dantian is like a broken mountain and river. It is also very difficult to repair it."

"Miss Ling, is it just difficult? It's not impossible to recover, right? I know how important a cultivator's Dantian is. Once it is damaged, even the God of Medicine can't do anything. But Miss Ling just said that recovery is very difficult, which means it is possible to recover, right?" Huo Yang was pleased with what Fu Ling'er said, and he was suddenly very excited.

He was a doctor, so he knew that once a cultivator's Dantian was destroyed, he would become a useless person, so how could there be any possibility of recovery? But Fu Ling'er's words were like a beacon in the dark night, giving people endless reverie and hope.

"… Well, it can be said that it will take a long time for the old ancestor to recover, unless…"

"Unless what? Ling girl, just tell me, and I will fully cooperate with you." When the old ancestor heard the turn in Fu Ling'er's words, he knew that she must have a way to make him recover as soon as possible.

"Yes, Miss Ling, just tell me what you want to say. If you need any medicinal herbs or anything else, just tell me and my Xuanyuan family will definitely find them for you."

"That's right, Miss Ling, please think of a way," Xuanyuan Lang said earnestly, with a hint of pleading in his voice. At this moment, he no longer cared about his status and face. Now he just wanted Miss Ling to find a way to completely restore the old ancestor.

Because he secretly wanted to see with his own eyes the tall and majestic figure in the clan portrait actually appear before him.

"Stop, stop, stop. Don't be anxious. Listen to me. In fact, the ancestor can really recover slowly because it is safer this way.

If I use the method I mentioned, the chance of success is about 50-50."

"Fifty percent? That's a very high probability. Ling girl, just tell me, I'm not afraid, and I can bear any consequences." The old ancestor looked at Fu Ling'er excitedly. What he longed for now was to restore his strength. Even if the process was full of dangers, he was willing to try.

Fu Ling'er's heart suddenly trembled as she saw the longing in the old ancestor's deep eyes. Through the longing, she seemed to see an endless sea of ​​blood and corpses, as well as a river of blood. It also seemed as if there was a blazing fire, eager to find an exit.

Fu Ling'er was stunned for a while. She couldn't refuse such a pair of eyes. Then she slowly uttered four words.

“Break and then stand.”

These four simple words seemed to contain endless power and profound meaning. It was like a thunderclap exploding in the hearts of everyone present, suddenly lifting their spirits.

For a moment, the scene fell into a strange silence, and only those four words echoed in the minds of several people like an aftertaste.