Volume One: Youths Meeting in Humble Times Chapter 143: Let's Go! 3

A blessing in disguise—Li Yu made no comment on this. From Chen Yuan's perspective, this was indeed a rare opportunity for all living beings in Tianmen Town. However, for Li Yu, for Xu Kaijiang, and for all those who held a deep emotional attachment to Tianmen Town, whether this was truly a blessing remained uncertain.

Li Yu accompanied Chen Yuan to Xu Kaijiang's room to check on him, and personally felt his pulse. Seeing Li Yu's diagnostic technique, Chen Yuan could not help asking, "Is this Daoist medicine?"

Without speaking, Li Yu merely nodded, acknowledging it as such.

Having received the confirmation, Chen Yuan continued, "Entering the threshold of Daoist medicine is quite simple, but going far and lasting long in this lineage is exceedingly difficult."

Hearing this, Li Yu asked with some curiosity, "Does Sir understand Daoist medicine?"

With a bitter smile, Chen Yuan replied, "A prolonged illness makes one a good doctor. I do not practice Daoist medicine myself, but because of old internal injuries, I have studied it to some extent."

Li Yu nodded in response, though he did not pursue the conversation further. Finding Li Yu's demeanor rather helpless, Chen Yuan had no choice but to continue, "Was Daoist medicine also taught to you by your master?"

"Yes. Master said that the more skills I acquire, the greater my chances of survival compared to others."

This was the painstaking care of the Daoist priest. He had been planning for Li Yu from a very early age—from his path of cultivation to his future survival skills, he taught him as much as possible so that Li Yu could navigate dangerous situations with ease.

Chen Yuan remarked, "Your master truly had your best interests at heart! Judging by the technique you used just now, I suppose you have already inherited the true essence of your master."

Indeed, Li Yu's method of taking the pulse differed from that of ordinary physicians. The pulse-taking of Daoist medicine involves not only sensing a person's breath and pulse fluctuations, but also utilizing spiritual energy and cultivation to probe their soul and divine consciousness, observing their inner realm. Only by mastering these can one be considered to have truly stepped through the door of Daoist medicine.

The aforementioned ease of entering the Daoist gate was relative to the difficulty of mastering the true essence of Daoist medicine. Yet, this very first threshold alone barred countless aspirants who wished to study it. It was no wonder everyone desired to learn Daoist medicine, for true Daoist medicine could heal wounds inflicted by the Dao itself, and could even achieve what ancient texts described: bringing the dead back to life, regrowing flesh and bones, repairing shattered souls, and nourishing divine consciousness. These were feats ordinary physicians could never accomplish, and they targeted the injuries cultivators feared the most.

A true Daoist medicine practitioner could command a hundred responses with a single cry, revered and worshipped by the world. Yet, to walk to the ultimate end of Daoist medicine—how could that ever be a simple task?

Powerful as the Daoist priest was, because he had learned too much and had comprehended the Dao of Primordial Beginning, he eventually set Daoist medicine aside.

When he initially taught it to Li Yu, it was merely to give him an extra means of survival. To his surprise, Li Yu showed a remarkable talent for it, prompting the master to impart everything he knew about Daoist medicine without reservation.

Yet Li Yu's talent did not stop there; how to proceed further along this path was entirely explored and forged by Li Yu himself.

Today, Li Yu's attainments in Daoist medicine had already surpassed the level of his master. By merely taking the pulse, he could clearly discern the exact condition within Xu Kaijiang's body.

Under Li Yu's inner vision, Xu Kaijiang's heavily battered meridians and Dantian—which had once looked as tragic as if scorched by raging fire, with several fractured ruptures—had grown lush and full, nourished by the grace left behind when the Daoist priest transformed into the Dao. Upon careful perception, one could even hear faint echoes of Daoist chants hidden within them.

Only then did Li Yu truly set his mind at ease.