"He’s here. Inside this monk’s Sumeru Bracelet." On Master Wuxin’s wrist, there was always a golden bracelet. This bracelet was not an ornament, nor an ordinary Storage Space, but a Sumeru Ring that could hold living beings.
This Sumeru Bracelet was a secret treasure passed down through generations of the Xuanji Sect’s Sect Masters. The current Sect Master had already passed this bracelet to Master Wuxin ahead of time, which showed just how high the Sect Master’s expectations for Wuxin were.
Wei Yunshu glanced at the Sumeru Bracelet and couldn’t help sighing inwardly. There were countless spatial storage artifacts in this world, yet all of them could only hold dead objects. Only the Xuanji Sect had a Sumeru Bracelet that could store living beings. Tsk tsk, truly enviable.
When Master Wuxin released the Xuanji Sect disciple from the Sumeru Ring, Wei Yunshu drew in a sharp breath.
It was a young monk, with regular features and clad in robes, but the Fallen Demon Seal between his brows was so black it looked as if it might drip. Even in his coma, his brows were tightly knitted, veins bulging on the back of his hands; one could imagine how much pain he was in at this moment.
Wei Yunshu placed his fingers on the disciple’s pulse and began a careful examination.
For a long time, Wei Yunshu didn’t speak; instead, as time passed, his frown grew tighter and tighter.
"Sect Master, do you have a way?" Master Wuxin finally couldn’t hold back and asked.
"I do, which is the same as not." Wei Yunshu pondered for a moment, then said this.
"What do you mean?" Master Wuxin was puzzled.
Wei Yunshu glanced at Tianmiao. "Little Bai Yue, the medical skills of your Sky City are no worse than ours. Why don’t you take a look first?"
Master Wuxin turned to Tianmiao, pressed his palms together in a gesture of thanks. "I must trouble the Young City Lord to lend a hand."
Tianmiao nodded, stepped forward, and also reached out to feel that disciple’s pulse, probing carefully.
"Well?" Wei Yunshu asked anxiously.
"This disciple has been completely saturated by demonic taint. The reason he hasn’t undergone Demonization, first, is because the Xuanji Sect’s Buddhist Law is exquisite—he’s been relying on his own will and Cultivation Technique to hold on with difficulty. Second, because someone helped him seal his life meridians. But his Spirit Root has already been completely Demonized." Tianmiao said in a low voice, "What the Sect Master meant by ’having a way that’s no different from none’ is that if we want to save him, we can only gouge out his Spirit Root and then reshape a new one."
"But reshaping a Spirit Root is fundamentally impossible. So that method is the same as having none." Master Wuxin looked at his own disciple with pity. "All his Cultivation will be destroyed, and he’ll become an ordinary person, with only a few decades of life left. Even among our Xuanji Sect disciples, whose minds are firm, not many can accept such a reality."
"Not to mention other ordinary Cultivators. Making them into a mortal is more painful than killing them. When choosing between becoming a mortal and becoming a Demon Cultivator, most people will probably choose to become a Demon Cultivator." The Fenglan Sect’s Sect Master said helplessly.
"If we don’t quickly find the source..." Master Wuxin’s voice sank, and he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.
"The world will surely fall into chaos, and a great catastrophe will descend." The Fenglan Sect’s Sect Master, face grave, voiced the words Master Wuxin couldn’t finish.
Tianmiao fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Sky City might have a way to cure this. But it will take time."
Master Wuxin and Wei Yunshu snapped their heads toward Tianmiao, their eyes full of disbelief and hope.
"Sky City is also called White Jade City, because the foundation of the entire city is a colossal piece of white jade. This much you both know. Then—have you ever heard of the Jade Heart?" Tianmiao asked.