The Healing Plot

The thought struck Ding Dian's mind: Did Song Qingshu want to learn how to save Madam Hu once again? Unable to contain himself, Ding Dian tried to persuade him, "Song Shaoxia, your talent is unparalleled. I have never witnessed such brilliance in my entire life. However, the Shenzhao Scriptures are profound and intricate. It is impossible to grasp its essence in a mere moment."

"Read it to me, and spare me your nonsense. Speak faster!" Song Qingshu's voice dripped with icy disdain.

Observing his seemingly deranged expression, Ding Dian realized that Song Qingshu had descended into a state of obsession. But before he could contemplate further, Ding Dian began reciting the lower part of the Shenzhao Scriptures: "When the heavens weigh down, all things are born. Those who have not yet transcended earthly limitations are termed 'yin within yin,' while those who have surpassed it are called 'yang within yin'..."

Ding Dian's recitation grew increasingly swift, and Song Qingshu's eyes gleamed with anticipation. As Ding Dian concluded the final sentence, Song Qingshu waved dismissively, commanding, "Both of you, leave!"

"How is this possible!" Ding Dian couldn't help but glance back as he exited. Song Qingshu had clearly suffered from broken meridians before, but now, after completing the recitation of the Shenzhao Scriptures, his eyes had regained their focus, and his aura emanated the unmistakable presence of Shenzhao.

"I must be going mad!" Ding Dian pinched his thigh forcefully, the resulting pain serving as a reminder that this was no dream. Ding Dian prided himself on his martial arts talent. Even without the guidance of a master, he had diligently studied the Scriptures for five years. Yet, this time, he found himself confronted with something even more extraordinary. Merely by reciting the Scriptures aloud, he had transformed from a martial arts prodigy to a crippled individual with shattered meridians!

"It seems like a mere game!" Song Qingshu, within the confines of the room, chuckled wryly as he realized his meridians had been restored and surged with genuine internal energy. Practicing martial arts by merely reciting the secrets—it was a concept he had only encountered in the games of his previous life. Players could acquire secret techniques and, with sufficient training conditions, instantly reach the pinnacle of martial prowess with a simple right-click.

However, as he waited, no cold NPC voice from the game system resounded in his ears. Song Qingshu gazed at the frail woman in his embrace and smiled openly. "Whether this is a game or not, I am real, and my sister-in-law is real. That is enough."

As an informed denizen of Earth, Song Qingshu had witnessed the chaos prevalent in this world since his arrival. He harbored doubts about everything and had secretly formulated multiple theories. Among them, the most plausible explanation he believed was his own car accident. He theorized that scientists had seized the opportunity to conduct a clandestine experiment, extracting his consciousness using technologies like virtual reality and depositing it into this meticulously crafted game world...

However, Song Qingshu's speculations were nothing more than an overactive imagination. The vast expanse of the universe dwarfed Earth's scientific knowledge, rendering it incapable of explaining the myriad wonders witnessed in this enigmatic world. Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately, transmigration was one such phenomenon, and the genesis of this familiar yet chaotic world remained shrouded in mystery.

Unbeknownst to Song Qingshu, his soul traversal bestowed him with soul power several times stronger than the natives of this world. The magnitude of this disparity should not be underestimated, as it brought about a qualitative difference, enabling him to grasp knowledge that would take others several years to acquire with a mere instance of exposure.

"My apologies, sister-in-law," Song Qingshu silently murmured, having previously vowed to protect her from the touch of other men. However, he considered himself an exception. During their previous encounter, he had explored every inch of her body, crossing boundaries that should never be crossed. And now, he gently unbuttoned her dress.

Madam Hu's consciousness grew colder and lighter, gradually drifting in the boundless darkness. Suddenly, a glimmer of light pierced the sky, and the sun emerged, slowly casting its radiance.

As the sun's rays bathed her body, Madam Hu felt warmth enveloping her, grounding her with a comforting weight. Confusion clouded her thoughts as she questioned her surroundings. "Where am I?"

Slowly, she opened her eyes, her sanity gradually returning. But her heart sank as she realized the absence of her clothes. In that moment, Song Qingshu's voice reached her from behind, soothingly urging, "Sister-in-law, remain calm. I have cultivated the Shenzhao Scriptures. Jingjing's healing power is restoring your injuries. Your wounds were severe, but do not abandon the progress you've made."

Resigned, Madam Hu sighed inwardly, "He truly is a nemesis. It wasn't enough that he touched me before. Now, he's read it all..."

Feeling the warmth radiating from Song Qingshu's palm on her back, Madam Hu's heart trembled. She bit her silver teeth, closing her eyes in reluctant acceptance.

After a night of intensive treatment, Song Qingshu successfully pulled Madam Hu back from the brink of death. As they pushed open the gates of the dilapidated temple, they were greeted by Ling Shuanghua's kind smile and Ding Dian's bewildered expression.

Ding Dian had no time to address the blushing Madam Hu. Instead, he hurriedly approached Song Qingshu, his face a mix of complex emotions. Upon learning that Song Qingshu had indeed mastered the mystical scriptures, he stared at him for a while before speaking hesitantly, "I've been vacillating about this decision. I should have cast you aside when you were still growing..."

Song Qingshu was taken aback. After a night of exhausting his true qi, he had no strength left to resist.

With a smile, Ling Shuanghua scolded, "Brother Ding, don't frighten Young Master Song. If it weren't for your recklessness last night, we wouldn't have found ourselves in such a predicament."

Ding Dian offered an awkward smile, clasping his fists and kneeling, "Brother Song, last night, I behaved like a villain, treating you with hostility instead of gratitude. I am here to apologize for my actions... and for putting Miss Hu's life at risk. I couldn't recall her full name, but since you address her as sister-in-law and the closeness between you is evident, I can only address her as Miss Hu."

The events of the previous day had left Song Qingshu's heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Fortunately, Mrs. Hu had emerged unscathed, her diligent practice of the Shenzhao Gong leading to the restoration of her meridians. The relief and joy that washed over everyone were palpable, and Song Qingshu found himself increasingly drawn to her, eager to lend a helping hand.

As the night fell, it felt as though an eternity had passed. The four individuals sighed collectively, their hearts heavy with the weight of recent events. After exchanging pleasantries, Ding Dian and Ling Shuanghua, reassured of Mrs. Hu's well-being, discreetly left the two alone.

During this quiet interlude, Song Qingshu hesitated, contemplating whether to caution them against returning to Jingzhou. However, upon catching a glimpse of Madam Hu's weary countenance, a sense of ruthlessness overcame him. "Let it be. If you insist on returning to Jingzhou, Ling Tuisi will bring harm upon you. At this point, you have only yourself to blame for the consequences of hurting your sister-in-law."

Left alone together, an uncomfortable silence settled between them. Neither knew how to break the taut calm that enveloped them.

Song Qingshu, being a modern individual, was not overly concerned about the events of the previous night. However, he sensed that Mrs. Hu's delicate disposition might be easily unsettled. It would be unwise to inadvertently upset her with careless words.

In the end, Madam Hu could no longer bear the weight of the ambiguous silence. Summoning her courage, she spoke, "How did you manage to persuade Ling Tuisi to agree to our marriage that day?"

Song Qingshu stifled a laugh at her question. He had not anticipated that she had been harboring such an inconsequential inquiry for so long. Suppressing his amusement, he explained, "When I was alone with Ling Tuisi, I employed the "Jiuyin" technique—a mesmerizing art from the ancient "Ten Sutra." Through hypnotic manipulation, I implanted specific instructions in his mind. When the time came, he would recite them verbatim, as I had instructed."