Chapter 4110 — The Art of Creation
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As they spoke, Hou Guanqi and Cai Zhongxuan finished their examination of Di Xingdao and exclaimed in admiration, "Young friend Wei Zhao, your medical skill is truly peerless. Lord Tian's meridians are now no different from those of an ordinary man—only, having been injured so long, his body is still somewhat unaccustomed. With a good period of rest and recuperation, he should recover as good as new!"
"That's good to hear. I was afraid some aftereffect might linger," Wei Zhao said with a nod and a smile.
Hou Guanqi glanced up at the sky outside, then said to Di Xingdao and Wei Zhao, "Lord Tian, it grows late. My junior brother Cai and I still must go back to discuss the matter of the Middle Island auction gala, so we won't linger here. We'll come see you again tomorrow."
"Then... I'll be going back as well. Rest well, Lord Tian," Tianchan said, following suit. In name she was, after all, a daughter-in-law of the Zheng family, and could not spend the night away.
"Very well, then I won't see you out," Di Xingdao said with a nod, then turned to Wei Zhao. "I live alone here in any case—why not stay the night with me, Wei Zhao, and keep an old man company for a chat? What do you say?"
Wei Zhao was taken aback. Since Hou Guanqi and Cai Zhongxuan had proper business to discuss and no time to arrange anything for him, it made sense to stay the night here instead. He agreed at once. "Very well. Forgive me, then, for imposing."
Di Xingdao laughed heartily. "You're the great benefactor who gave me a second life. That you're willing to spend a little more time with this old man is something I could only wish for—what talk of imposing?"
Everyone exchanged smiles. Wei Zhao saw the others out on Di Xingdao's behalf, and before leaving, Tianchan lingered in his arms, reluctant to part, holding him for a long while before finally separating, with a promise to meet again the next morning.
Back in the room, Wei Zhao and Di Xingdao sat facing each other, talking of all things under heaven like friends who had forgotten the difference in their years. Though Di Xingdao had only just recovered from grave injury, his spirits were high and his desire to talk strong—having his illness of so many years suddenly cured, now was the time to share his joy.
"Lord Tian, forgive my curiosity—how did you come by this injury? To damage the meridians to such a degree is truly rare in this world," Wei Zhao said.
At this, Di Xingdao sighed with feeling. "You've likely heard something of the matter of the Art of Creation. These meridians of mine were injured precisely from cultivating that Art of Creation."
"The Art of Creation!" Wei Zhao was startled at heart. From the other's words, could the rumors actually be true—that cultivating the Art of Creation truly turns one into a cripple?
After all, what he himself cultivated now was precisely the Art of Creation—only, he had rebuilt it upon the foundation of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Formula.
"Indeed. The Art of Creation is a cultivation formula handed down from ancient times. Yet for the vast majority of people, it is a useless formula that simply cannot be cultivated. No one takes it seriously, and no one would cultivate this Art of Creation that has become a laughingstock—except for roving cultivators like me, born of cultivator tribes with no other choice." A trace of nostalgic regret entered Di Xingdao's expression as he spoke on, fluently and at ease.
Wei Zhao was slightly taken aback. He had never heard this before—that Di Xingdao, this legendary figure, had also risen from humble beginnings as a lowly roving cultivator.