Demon Sword And The Deathly Palm

Chapter — 8

For the next three days, Ye Yuan and Xiao Chen stayed at Doctor Xu's residence.

Every morning, just after sunrise, Physician Xu would once again administer acupuncture. Silver needles were inserted into vital points on Xiao Chen's body to draw out any remaining toxins lurking within his meridians.

In between the process, various herbal concoctions are also given to restore damaged internal organs.

Thanks to their relentless efforts, Xiao Chen's condition gradually improved. His face was no longer as pale as before, his breathing returned to normal, and the poison that had previously threatened his life was finally completely removed.

However, that's all.

That same afternoon, Physician Xu let out a long sigh after checking Xiao Chen's pulse again.

“Her life is saved,” Physician Xu said slowly, sighing helplessly. “But her dantian and meridians have been completely destroyed. I’m sorry … my medical skills aren’t enough to repair such damage.”

Ye Yuan was silent for a moment before nodding his head.

“Senior, there's no need to apologize.” Ye Yuan cupped his hands sincerely. “From the start, I never dared to hope that much. Just the fact that you managed to save his life is a kindness I will never forget.”

Doctor Xu just nodded slowly without saying anything else and immediately went to the kitchen to cook medicine.

….

Over the course of three days, Ye Yuan's injuries recovered rapidly thanks to his strong physique. However, whenever he moved for too long, he would still occasionally feel pain in his body, indicating that he hadn't truly returned to peak condition.

Finally, on the morning of the fourth day, Xiao Chen slowly opened his eyes. His consciousness had returned.

With Ye Yuan's help, Xiao Chen got up from the bed and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Young Master … you’ve regained consciousness.” Ye Yuan revealed a faint smile, but the smile slowly faded when he saw the Young Master’s gaze.

The look in those eyes was completely empty and hollow.

There was no longer any enthusiasm, confidence, or fighting fire that had always radiated from Xiao Chen's eyes. His face was filled with despair, as if his entire purpose in life had vanished with the disappearance of the Xiao Clan.

In just a few days, the once confident teenager had transformed into someone who had lost his way.

Seeing the blank look in Xiao Chen's eyes, Ye Yuan let out a long sigh. He knew that the wounds on the Young Master's body might have healed, but the wounds in his heart were much more difficult to heal.

Ye Yuan looked up at the ceiling of the room, then said in a calm voice, “Young Master, don’t think too much for now.”

Xiao Chen didn't answer. His head remained bowed.

“The most important thing now isn’t your cultivation, but your life.” Ye Yuan turned his head and stared intently at Xiao Chen. “As long as you are alive and your body has recovered, anything is still possible, Young Master.”

A bitter smile appeared on Xiao Chen's lips.

“Possibility?” Xiao Chen muttered softly. “My dantian has been destroyed. My meridians haven’t even been destroyed. What chance do I have left?”

Ye Yuan didn't answer right away. He was silent for a few moments before saying slowly, “Young Master, have you ever heard the saying, as long as the mountain is still green, don't be afraid of running out of firewood?”

Xiao Chen slightly raised his head.

“As long as Young Master still breathes, hope will never truly be lost.” Ye Yuan’s eyes were filled with confidence. “Young Master may have lost everything today, but who can guarantee that you won’t rise again in the future?”

“And when that day comes …” Ye Yuan’s tone turned more stern, “You will have the chance to avenge all the humiliation and grudges you have endured today, Young Master.”

The room fell silent again.

Ye Yuan then stood up and gently patted Xiao Chen on the shoulder.

“Don't forget one more thing,” Ye Yuan smiled faintly. “As long as Young Master is alive, the Xiao Clan will never truly collapse. Sooner or later, the Xiao Clan will once again produce generations of talents.”

“This is what the Great Master hoped for before he died. Don't waste the Great Master's efforts by sacrificing his own life.”

After saying those words, Ye Yuan didn't wait for a response. He turned around and walked out of the room calmly.

The wooden door closed slowly behind Ye Yuan.

Meanwhile, Xiao Chen was still sitting glued to the edge of the bed. Ye Yuan's words continued to echo in his mind, making his face filled with confusion and doubt.

The room fell silent again after Ye Yuan left.

The words Xiao Chen had just heard kept replaying in his mind, repeatedly shaking his heart that was almost completely submerged in despair.

A few breaths later, Xiao Chen's hands slowly clenched into tight fists. “No ... I can't give up.”

The voice was soft, but filled with determination.

“So what if I can’t cultivate anymore?” Xiao Chen’s gaze gradually grew firmer. “Aren’t there other paths to becoming a martial artist?”

Xiao Chen remembered those warriors who relied on physical strength. Although that path was much more difficult than cultivation, it wasn't impossible.

“I can still train my muscles. I can still forge my bones. As long as there are various supplements and potions that can strengthen the body, I still have hope.”

The more Xiao Chen thought, the clearer his thoughts became.

“Giving up …” Xiao Chen shook his head slowly and bit his lip lightly. “That’s only a loser’s choice.”

In an instant, the fire that had almost died out in Xiao Chen's heart rekindled.

The simple advice given by Ye Yuan turned out to have left a deep impression.

‘As long as the mountains are still green, don't be afraid of running out of firewood.’

The sentence continued to echo in Xiao Chen's mind.

Slowly, Xiao Chen's face, which had been filled with despair, began to glow with life. His eyes regained their sharpness, though not as strong as before.

Now Xiao Chen had only one goal—to recover. Then, to train as hard as he could.

“If others practice two hours a day, then I will practice four hours.” Xiao Chen took a deep breath. “If they practice four hours, I will practice eight hours.”

Xiao Chen's Dantian may have disappeared, but his will will never collapse.

From that day on, Xiao Chen swore that he would walk a path that others did not dare to walk, even if he had to pay a price many times greater.

Only in that way can he get back on his feet and one day avenge all the insults he has ever received.

After strengthening his resolve, Xiao Chen slowly lay back down and closed his eyes, resting peacefully in the room.