Chapter 336: Curing Lu An [1]
Silence descended upon the chamber, heavy and suffocating.
Lu Chen felt the sheer weight of Shen Yu’s golden gaze pressing down on his shoulders like a falling mountain.
His chest heaved, his breath catching in his dry throat as the reality of Shen Yu’s words sank in.
A second life. A legendary constitution. A chance for his frail, dying boy to not only survive, but to soar across the heavens as a supreme genius.
Without a second of hesitation, Lu Chen dropped heavily to both knees.
The solid stone floor cracked beneath his momentum as he slammed his forehead directly onto the ground, bowing with absolute, unquestioning reverence.
"If Young Master Shen can save my son and grant him a future, this Lu Chen swears by his Dao Heart!" Lu Chen roared softly, his trembling voice dripping with raw, uncompromising devotion.
"My hammer, my life, and my eternal loyalty shall belong to you alone! I will forge your weapons, arm your domain, and smash any enemy that dares stand in your path!"
A dark, incredibly handsome smile bloomed across Shen Yu’s face.
He could feel the absolute sincerity in the forge master’s voice.
There was no hesitation, no scheme, only the unwavering pledge of a grateful father turned loyal general.
"Remember those words, Master Lu," Shen Yu purred, his voice smooth as silk yet carrying an iron weight as he stepped up to the bedside.
"Stand up and watch closely. But mark my words, no matter what you see or hear, do not dare to interrupt. A single distraction could cost your son his very life."
Lu Chen hurriedly rose, wiping the tears of relief from his eyes.
He swallowed his mounting anxiety, nodding frantically as his gaze locked onto Shen Yu’s every move with breathless, terrified awe.
Because the Devouring Void Physique was in its fledgling state, it demanded absolute purity above all else.
The method to cure the boy was deceptively simple in concept, yet nearly impossible in execution, feed the dormant vortex an unblemished stream of spiritual energy containing zero impurities.
While this could theoretically be achieved by supplying rare, flawless heavenly herbs or bringing the boy to a sacred realm filled with pristine spiritual aura, Shen Yu had neither on hand at this moment.
Instead, he possessed something far superior, the System-imparted Primordial Void-Opening Seal, an ancient secret technique designed to transfer his own personal spiritual energy directly into the boy’s body.
Because Shen Yu cultivated the divine Primordial Yin-Yang Technique, harmonizing the absolute dualities of existence to maintain a flawless celestial equilibrium, his spiritual energy was the purest in the entire realm.
It was completely free of mortal slag or elemental taint, which was precisely why his foundation was leagues stronger than any cultivator of the same rank.
Before beginning, Shen Yu casually flicked his wrist. Four glowing golden talismans shot from his sleeve, embedding themselves deep into the four corners of the room
The walls immediately lit up with intricate runic barriers, sealing the chamber.
The array served a dual purpose, it would contain the massive energy leakage during the procedure, and should Lu Chen harbor any hidden treachery, the formation would instantly neutralize the attack, and cost the forge master his life.
Satisfied with his preparations, Shen Yu raised his right hand. His slender fingers began to weave an intricate, mind-boggling sequence of ancient hand seals.
A quarter of an hour bled by in high-tension silence.
Beads of fine sweat began to glisten across Shen Yu’s forehead as he pushed his control to the absolute limit.
Slowly, a glowing golden rune covered in thousands of microscopic, pulsating spatial lines condensed in the air before him.
With a calm flick of his wrist, Shen Yu pushed the floating rune forward. It landed gently against the boy’s lower abdomen, sinking directly above his dantian before vanishing into his skin.
Immediately after, Shen Yu crossed his legs and sat in the lotus position beside the bed, closing his eyes in deep focus.
Within moments, a thick, blinding pillar of pure, radiant spiritual energy erupted from Shen Yu’s body.
The golden light hovered for a breath before descending like a waterfall, pouring directly into the boy’s dantian through the hidden mark.
Lu An’s frail frame trembled violently upon impact.
Lu Chen’s heart leaped into his throat, panic flaring in his eyes, but he bit his lip hard, forcing himself to stay rooted in place.
He could only watch with profound reverence as Shen Yu, sweating profusely from the intense strain, continuously poured his own supreme, unblemished spiritual energy into his son.
The moment Shen Yu’s energy made contact, the vanished golden rune reappeared beneath the boy’s skin, glowing with incandescent light.
It acted as a divine bridge, channeling the pristine stream straight into the boy’s core, where the dormant vortex opened its hungry maw and began to greedily devour the energy whole.
SCHHHH—!
The black, microscopic vortex in Lu An’s dantian roared like a starved leviathan breaking free from millennia of ice.
The moment Shen Yu’s pristine, golden Yin-Yang spiritual energy rushed into his core, the vortex didn’t just drink, it violently expanded, surging outward and engulfing the entire lower abdomen of the boy in a dense, swirling cloud of spatial dark Qi.
Lu An’s back arched sharply off the bed, a hoarse groan escaping his throat as his frail body shuddered under the sudden, colossal influx of divine power.
"An’er!" Lu Chen gasped, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his own sleeves, every instinct screaming at him to rush forward.
Yet, seeing Shen Yu’s calm, unmoving lotus posture and the steady golden stream flowing continuously from his fingertips, the blacksmith forced his feet to remain frozen to the floor.
Shen Yu’s eyes remained closed, his mind sharp and cold as steel.
Inside the boy’s body, his golden energy acted as a divine hammer, systematically shattering the fragile, withered shell around the boy’s dantian while the Primordial Void-Opening Seal filtered and anchored the raging spiritual power.
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