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  Wang Ting quickly organized a certain plan in his mind based on Yi Zhouyi's swordsmanship.

  "I have a unique technique for treating hidden injuries here, it might be effective for the internal wounds on your body..."

  "Pulse diagnosis?"

  Yi Zhouyi was slightly curious.

  He had never heard of the term "pulse diagnosis" before.

  "If you trust me, I'd better make some arrangements first."

  "Haha, come on, I'd like to see what new tricks you have."

  Wang Ting nodded, his spiritual power was not strong enough to move objects, but it was barely possible to penetrate the body. Moreover, relying on his biological foundation and understanding of human physical structure, he had already inferred the location of the hidden illness on Yi Zhou's body to be roughly seven or eight points, although he couldn't completely deduce it, it wasn't far off either.

  Once you understand where the hidden disease is located, you can treat it according to its symptoms.

  "Thanks for remembering the position and strength, old brother."

  Wang Ting finished speaking, and his index finger instantly touched a tendon on Yi Zhouyi's arm. Then, with a flick of his middle finger, he stimulated a nerve that wasn't particularly sensitive, and the force penetrated, activating the nerve. A slight tremor, like an electric current, was transmitted to a hidden illness in Yi Zhouyi's hand.

  "Hmm!?"

  A slight pain caused Yi Zhou to make a faint sound in his mouth, and if he hadn't trusted Wang Ting very much, the internal energy might have instinctively counterattacked.

  But soon, his expression changed.

  With the great swordmaster's control over his physical body, he immediately sensed that hidden wound. After a slight pain, it suddenly became comfortable.

  "This is..."

  "Take note."

  Wang Ting repeated, then quickly clicked on the meridians, neurons, and connection points all over Yi Zhou's body with varying forces, causing different degrees of pain.

  More than ten minutes have quickly passed.

  When Wang Ting's movements stopped, Yi Zhou suddenly felt a significant relaxation throughout his body, as if some of the originally dead muscle nerves had regained their vitality. Although it would still take some time for him to recover to his peak state, he felt an unknown number of times more comfortable after Wang Ting's acupressure treatment.

  "What... what kind of technique is this?"

  Yi Zhou's eyes widened in shock, and although the young Wang Ting had already given him enough surprises, at this moment, his eyes still showed an unbelievable expression.

  "It's just a way to cultivate one's physical body."

  Wang Ting said: "Unfortunately, I didn't cultivate true energy. If there was true energy, the effect of the pulse diagnosis technique should be better."

  "Is there really such a miraculous technique? I also know some techniques for conditioning the physical body, which I practice in conjunction with my swordsmanship, but compared to this acupoint technique, it's like heaven and earth apart."

  Although there are many cultivators in this world and their cultivation realms are very high, they still can't compare to that world in terms of understanding the human body. The level of medical care is naturally also not on the same level as that world.

  Moreover, this pulse-taking technique was specially created by Wang Ting for Yi Zhou.

  "Easy, brother, have you memorized this pulse-taking technique? If there's anything that feels a bit fuzzy or unclear, feel free to ask me."

  "Got it, got it, Wang Ting, this is your exclusive secret technique, right? Teaching me, isn't that a bit..."

  Wang Ting shook his head: "This is not some kind of secret technique, don't worry about it, Old Yi."

  "Haha, then thank you, this time, big brother has indeed owed a great favor."

  "Easy, brother, don't be too anxious about this matter. How can it be compared to saving a life? This pulse-taking technique should be done once a day, gradually and progressively, without rushing. I believe that after three months, you will see the effect. If the internal injury is not too severe, within half a year, you can recover."

  "It's not that I'm repeating myself, but if this pulse-taking technique really works for me, it will definitely be effective for my other junior brothers and sisters. This is equivalent to the gospel of our Qinglong Swordsmanship sect! Everyone must acknowledge this favor, including my own master."

  Wang Ting shook his head and didn't say much more.

  Seeing this, Yi Zhou could only keep this matter in his heart.

  He also needs to spend time carefully testing the effect of this moxibustion technique.

  If the effect of this acupoint technique is really remarkable, then Wang Ting's reward would be a great favor for them. Even many people who practice the Canglong Sword Technique may make a breakthrough in their cultivation and enter a new realm after using this technique to improve their physical body.

  "Haha, little brother, are you going to continue training or..."

  "Keep practicing."

  "I'd like to invite my younger brother to go with me to the capital of our Great Xia State, Longxuan Temple, to pay respects to my master. If my master sees him, he will surely be overjoyed. He is a true practitioner of the sword path, dedicating his entire life to its cultivation, unlike us who, despite also valuing sword path cultivation, have to hold some official position in Great Xia State and waste a lot of time."

  "A true practitioner of kendo."

  Wang Ting's heart moved slightly, and indeed there was a hint of intention.

  Yi Zhouyi has now made it clear that his cultivation is at the level of a great sword master, and his master's cultivation is not much lower than that. Otherwise, Yi Zhouyi's words and actions would not have shown a sense of reverence and admiration for him all the time, especially since he is a cultivator who has dedicated his life to the way of the sword...

  But this idea turned around in his mind for a moment before he suppressed it.

  His current cultivation is too weak, compared to the mid-tier swordsmen and the previous high-tier martial artists, he may be stronger by a lot, but compared to those sword masters, he is still not worth mentioning.

  Even if his swordsmanship theory is richer and his understanding of swordsmanship is deeper, in the eyes of others, a mid-tier swordsman's cultivation is ultimately somewhat unimpressive.

  Moreover, he is no longer eager to cultivate himself into a sword master, but rather hopes to recover his former glory as soon as possible.

  Thinking of this, he could only shake his head: "When I have the chance in the future, I will definitely go to pay my respects to that senior."

  "Is that so..."

  "I had intended to travel with Wang Ting, but a day's delay has already made the time not short. At this moment, I can only regretfully say: 'I can only wait for the right time to sweep the threshold, but for now, I have to go back. My master is old and his body is declining, he had cultivated bitterly when he was young, and now his body is starting to deteriorate, just like mine, with all sorts of hidden injuries and occasional outbursts. This time I came to Luomang Forest, mainly to find the Bone Refining Herb to help him recover, but now that I've not only found it, but also learned this incredible pulse technique from you, young friend, in order to let my master suffer less, I can only bid farewell and return to Dashan ahead of schedule."

  "Feel free to go, Old Yi."

  Yi Zhou nodded slightly: "When you arrive at Dashan, be sure to notify me at Longxian Temple, so I can fulfill my duties as a host. If the journey is too far, that's okay. Yu Shao Dong of Tai Xuan Guo Dang is the disciple of my sixth junior brother and is my junior apprentice. Let him lead the way and just say it was Yi Zhouyi who said so, haha."

  "If needed, I will go."

  "Alright then, I'll go first."

  "Wait, Wang Ting, your talent is being wasted at the Xuanzhong Advanced Swordsmen Academy. Even with your natural ability, you can't afford to waste it like this. I know that when it comes to cultivation and swordsmanship, everyone has their own unique perspective, almost as if they're a school unto themselves. It's hard for ordinary people to teach, but a good environment, the clash of different sword styles, and the collision of different perspectives can be of great help to one's cultivation. Listen to me, don't waste your time at that small place anymore, go to Shenxuan Academy instead. As one of the greatest academies descended from the gods, it's the cradle of legendary swordsmen in the Eastern Alliance, and it's the only place truly suitable for a peerless talent like yours."

  "Divine Selection Academy? The academy descended by Your Majesty, the Sword Emperor of Divine Residence?"

  The Lord of the Sword in the Heavenly Palace!

  On this continent, it is a myth and an epic.

  "That is the holy land of all true swordsmen, and only with the personal recommendation of a great swordsman can one qualify to participate in the selection test. On this point, you can go find Shao Dong, believe me, going there will not disappoint."

  "Sacred Land of Swordsmanship."

  He nodded slightly and muttered to himself: "I'll go, if I have a chance, I will."

  Yi Zhou nodded slightly: "Take care!"

  After finishing speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared into the forest.

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