Chapter 5034 — The Spirit Jade Offering
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If Wei Zhao had lent a hand, an injury like hers would have been the work of a moment. Even by simply taking a top-grade fourth-rank Great Restoration Pill, she ought to have recovered long ago after all these days. What a pity, then, that although she had the ingredients for a top-grade fourth-rank Great Restoration Pill, she had merely brewed them in the least efficient manner. Even with the medicinal bath on top of it, she would be lucky to get a tenth of the effect.
What was more, this was the mortal world. Deep in the mountains and old forests some exceedingly thin trace of heaven-and-earth spiritual energy might linger, but in a city where people lived in crowds it amounted to nothing at all. That meant every shred of spiritual energy she spent could hardly be replenished in any short time, and so of course the little cold girl recovered all the more slowly.
This was not something that merely had the little cold girl anxious; even Wei Zhao, a mere onlooker, fretted on her behalf and could not help shaking his head. If only he had spoken plainly a moment ago—how much better that would have been. To forge a bond as quickly as possible, he would certainly have helped heal her, so why go to such lengths? The little cold girl's temperament, keeping everyone at a thousand miles' distance, truly did harm both herself and others.
Wei Zhao was still hesitating over whether to find a chance to break the ice and heal her when he saw the little cold girl grit her teeth and, with great care, take something out of her bundle. A closer look showed it to be a piece of spirit jade!
Only, the luster of this spirit jade had already grown very dim, and the heaven-and-earth spiritual energy stored within it was bound to be scant. In terms of quality, had it been on Cloud Terrace Island, it would certainly have been tossed out as waste jade. Only someone like Wei Zhao, with a jade-pendant pocket dimension, would have kept such a thing for recycling.
Yet a piece of waste jade in Wei Zhao's eyes had now become an absolute treasure to the little cold girl, and the way she looked so pained as she brought it out was truly a sight to make Wei Zhao laugh.
Cradling the spirit jade in her hands, the little cold girl gritted her teeth and absorbed a tenth of the heaven-and-earth spiritual energy from it. At last, with a ready supply to replenish her, her whole condition improved markedly, and even her complexion turned a few shades rosier. Yet she was still far from healed; this bit of heaven-and-earth spiritual energy could at best relieve the immediate crisis.
She was like a traveler crossing a desert, wounded besides, parched and exhausted, and the spiritual energy she had absorbed amounted to no more than a single sip of water, giving her just enough strength to fight her injuries a little longer. If no further replenishment came, the end was inevitable—strength failing, wounds worsening, and the outcome only too easy to imagine.
The mortal world was a paradise for ordinary people, but to a cultivator who depended utterly on heaven-and-earth spiritual energy, this place was, if not hell, then at least a desert—a harsh environment without precedent.
In normal times one could still get by, but once wounded as the little cold girl was, even if the injury itself was not so severe, it would often worsen without cease for lack of spiritual energy until it reached the point of no cure. Such was the cruel mortal world.
Though the little cold girl, by insisting on taking her medicine and soaking in her medicinal bath, had not yet sunk to the point of no cure, an injury that never healed was still a trouble in the end. And without sufficient spiritual energy to replenish her, even if her condition worsened no further, there was absolutely no chance of recovery in the short term.