Chapter 2870: Using It On Others

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Rather than brute-forcing the damage away, it guided the plant into healing itself. It drew energy from the surrounding air and soil, using Lin Mu's Qi only as a catalyst rather than the primary source. The herb trembled. Its withered leaves unfurled. New roots crept outward like silken tendrils. In mere minutes, it was blooming again—stronger than before. "So that's the key…" Lin Mu exhaled. "If I overuse it, it drains me. But if I guide the healing and let nature assist, the cost is reduced." He stayed in the glade for hours, practicing subtle applications—mending cracked tree bark, restoring burnt patches of moss, even easing the stiffness in an old deer's legs when it wandered nearby. Each test refined his control. Each success expanded the sutra's responses. By sunset, Lin Mu had reached a conclusion: The Healing Heart Sutra could save lives—even from the brink of death. But it was not to be used as a crutch. It was a dialogue between man and nature, not a demand for restoration. If forced… the cost could be lethal. If harmonized… it could become a boundless wellspring of life. As the evening bell rang across the peaks of the Green Lotus Temple, Lin Mu stood tall beneath the canopy. Leaves rustled above him, whispering ancient secrets. The world itself seemed to smile. A sutra was not just meant to be learned—it was meant to be lived. Lin Mu also learned a core difference between the healing of the sutra and the natural healing of his own body. The cost for both were massively difference. If he relied on just his body cultivation to heal, it was slower, but the cost was just some vitality. And vitality was something he had oceans of. As such, while the Healing Heart Sutra could bolster his healing, it wasn't necessarily needed for him. 'Though it can certainly come in handy for more nasty injuries. It can even purge poison so I can use it for that. But for normal injuries just my own natural regeneration is more than enough.' Lin Mu thought to himself as he made his return. A month later, the late evening mist curled along the temple paths, casting a silver glow over the quiet monasteries. Lanterns flickered softly outside the meditation halls, and the sound of distant wooden clappers echoed through the mountain air as the monks prepared for the night's final rites. Lin Mu was taking his walk through the temple when he saw a young monk rushing past him. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" Lin Mu couldn't help but ask. "Bearer Lin Mu!" the boy bowed hastily. "Brother Yanzhi—he's injured! He got attacked by a snake and fell from the outer cliff trail!" Without another word, Lin Mu vanished from sight in a trail of clouds. SHUA! He appeared outside the infirmary hall a moment later. Inside, a group of monks had gathered around a cot where a man lay unconscious—robes bloodied, his leg twisted at an unnatural angle. "His ribs are broken and the venom is spreading," a healer murmured. "And the leg… perhaps fractured in three places." A senior monk glanced up as Lin Mu entered. "He lost his footing after being bitten by an Immortal Cliff Viper. The mist was too thick today for him to notice. We were about to apply some healing salves, but the venom is severe… and we lack a strong enough antidote for it here." "Though another monk has gone to the large pill repository to get one." Another monk added. Lin Mu nodded solemnly and stepped forward. "Let me try something." He knelt beside Yanzhi and placed two fingers gently against the monk's chest. The man winced in pain, groaning faintly. Without hesitation, Lin Mu activated the Healing Heart Sutra. A low hum filled the room. Emerald light bloomed from his heart, expanding outward like a slow, swirling breath of life. The golden runes of the sutra shimmered into view—hovering over Yanzhi's body like drifting fireflies. The monks stepped back in awe as the light wrapped around the injured man. "Embrace the Heart of Nature… Cleanse that which taints…" The chants were soft but clear. Each syllable vibrated through the floor, resonating with the wood and stone of the temple itself. Lin Mu could feel it—the cost. The moment the sutra reached the shattered ribs and the venom within it, his Qi was drawn out like water from a cracked jar. It wasn't a trickle—it was a torrent. Ten percent. Twenty. Thirty. Within seconds, nearly half of Lin Mu's Qi reserves had been consumed. He gritted his teeth, but did not withdraw. He reached deeper—not into his own well, but into the natural energy around him. The sutra pulsed. SHUA! Green motes flowed from the temple floor, the wooden beams, even the herb pots resting on the window sill. Nature lent its strength. With that, the cost eased. Bone fragments shifted back into place. Muscles stitched themselves together with sinewy precision. The twisted leg straightened. Bruised organs pulsed with fresh vitality. The venom was purged! The light dimmed. Yanzhi exhaled sharply and sat upright with a gasp. "I… I can breathe…!" Gasps erupted around the room. Lin Mu stood slowly, his breathing calm but controlled. Though not exhausted, he could still feel the heaviness of how quickly he'd been drained—if he had relied on his own reserves alone, he would have collapsed. "Impossible," one of the older monks whispered. "That kind of recovery… without a pill, without even a formation…" "It was like the nature itself healed him…" "Such a mystical spell... Almost Holy." The monks muttered. Lin Mu gave a slight nod. "A new skill of mine. It draws upon nature, but also upon one's own Qi. If misused, it can exhaust even the strongest cultivators." "But you didn't force the healing," the senior monk observed. "It's as if... You… asked for help." "That's the key," Lin Mu said softly. "It's not just a spell. It's a dialogue. A harmony."

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