Chapter 1013 — The Making of a Master
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After all, for the time being he was still safe; there was no need to worry that Xie Yufeng would come kicking down his door.
With that thought, Wei Zhao did not stop channeling energy into Uncle Qing. Even after Uncle Qing's meridians were repaired, he kept the Xuan Yuan Dragon-Taming Art circulating, pouring energy into Uncle Qing's body in an unbroken stream.
Uncle Qing felt his meridians had been restored, and was about to cry out in joyful surprise, to rise and stretch his limbs and savor the feeling of being the inner-school expert he had once been—but the next moment he discovered, to his horror, that Wei Zhao's true qi was still surging into his body without pause!
"Xiao Yi... you..." Uncle Qing's eyes went wide, and he stared at Wei Zhao in astonishment.
Wei Zhao only smiled and gave no answer, still wholly absorbed in feeding energy into Uncle Qing's body. Something in Uncle Qing's heart tightened, and he understood a little. Wei Zhao actually meant to use the true qi within his own body to forcibly remake him into an expert!
Uncle Qing had been through this before. The true qi his wife cultivated could not only heal wounds but also be used by him to raise his own strength. Yet each time, the true qi his wife had painstakingly cultivated over a whole year, once passed into his body, could only help him improve by a small fraction.
Fortunately, after her cultivation, the only thing his wife could do was help him train, so Uncle Qing did not feel too guilty about it—the Sun family's art was simply like that.
But Wei Zhao was different! Wei Zhao was neither kin nor old friend to him. Healing his wounds and repairing his meridians was already a kindness equal to giving him a second life, and it had cost Wei Zhao a great portion of his true qi! Now Wei Zhao meant to force-feed his own true qi into Uncle Qing's body as well—how could Uncle Qing not be overcome with emotion?
And Uncle Qing was astonished to find that Wei Zhao's true qi really could be used by him. As Wei Zhao's true qi poured in without cease, Uncle Qing could feel his strength recovering little by little. It was just like when he had first trained in the inner-school arts—it gave him the feeling of cultivating all over again!
Seeing Wei Zhao's smile, Uncle Qing knew he had made up his mind. Wei Zhao was young, but once he set his will on something, he was rarely moved from it. Uncle Qing was a little embarrassed to accept Wei Zhao's true qi, yet he also feared that interrupting him now would put Wei Zhao in even greater danger.
At that thought, Uncle Qing felt he must not betray Wei Zhao's good intentions. He hastily began to circulate the mnemonic of his own sect's mental art, setting the true qi Wei Zhao sent into motion and working with him to move it through his body.
Yet no sooner had Uncle Qing begun to circulate his mental art than the rate at which his body absorbed energy abruptly quickened. Every inner-school art aims at drawing the true qi of heaven and earth and making it one's own; so once Uncle Qing ran his mnemonic, he too was absorbing true qi—only what he absorbed was the true qi Wei Zhao transmitted to him.
Wei Zhao suddenly sensed the quickening of Uncle Qing's absorption. He was taken aback for only a moment before he understood that Uncle Qing was cooperating with him. Wei Zhao showed not the slightest intention of stopping; the faster Uncle Qing absorbed, the happier he was.
It was harder on Wei Zhao, true, but after all, at this pace he could, once Uncle Qing was remade, slip quickly into the jade pendant's space to cultivate and recover his strength—if all went well, a single night would suffice. By the next morning, Wei Zhao would be back to his former strength.
Minute by minute, second by second, the time slipped away. Wei Zhao poured true qi in without cease, while Uncle Qing absorbed it without cease.