chapter 37 poison ball

In the guest room, Canyn sat cross-legged, operating the Resurrection Spell. Gradually, a huge vortex of spiritual energy formed around him. Inside his depleted Dantian, it seemed to become a black hole that could absorb everything, voraciously devouring the surrounding spiritual energy. However, the consumption this time was too great. It was impossible to fully replenish his spiritual energy in a short period of time. Therefore, after only a slight recovery, Canyn stopped the process. He stretched out his hand, and a black ball the size of a fingernail appeared in his palm. This was the toxin condensed after treating Ziasia's cancer. After the treatment and when Canyn withdrew the needles, the toxin was surprisingly condensed from Ziasia’s body. From the perspective of Ziasia's health, the removal of this source of illness was undoubtedly good. However, Canyn was still unclear about the function of this toxin ball. "My master never mentioned such a situation, and there is no record of it in the sect's ancient texts," Canyn muttered to himself, lacking any reference for his situation. This puzzled Canyn. If his master, proud as he was, never treated ordinary people, especially those with advanced cancer, then what about the ancestors of the Immortal Doctors sect? It seemed impossible that they never treated commoners, there must have been exceptions. Was cancer not known before? This was even more unlikely. The concept of tumors existed thousands of years ago. "Why is my case an exception?" Canyn frowned, genuinely confused. "Moreover," Canyn’s eyes sparkled as he murmured, "My body seems to crave this toxin ball." This made Canyn suspect that his situation was unique. Especially since Canyn's innate body, according to his master, had not appeared in thousands of years after the disruption in Earth's cultivation. For this reason, his master even sealed Canyn’s powers, unbreakable until the Foundation Establishment phase. The purpose was to prevent Canyn from advancing too quickly and compromising his foundation. The seal was quite effective. Even with the seal, Canyn's cultivation speed was still much faster than others. The seal also greatly benefited the condensation of his spiritual energy. His master had said that compared to others at the same level, Canyn's spiritual energy was at least more than double in its condensed form. The more condensed the spiritual energy, the stronger the power unleashed. When casting spells, not only would the control and manipulation be stronger, but the power would be greater too. "My body shouldn’t deceive me. And I can’t ignore this craving. Even if there's a problem, I can help others eliminate these toxins, and I can do the same for myself," Canyn determinedly thought. Cultivation was a challenge against fate, requiring constant courage, not just occasionally. The path of cultivation was inherently risky. Seeking without any risk was too fanciful. "However, risks should be taken wisely, not recklessly. I must fully recover my spiritual energy before proceeding," Canyn resolved, with determination yet without impulsiveness. Intending to cultivate, Canyn thought for a moment and then turned on his phone. Seeing thirteen missed calls from Hiroko on his phone, Canyn smiled and immediately called back. "Hiroko, have you fallen for me? Missing me so much after such a short time apart to call me so many times," Canyn teased as the call connected. "Stop flattering yourself, Canyn. How can you be so vain?" Hiroko retorted over the phone, rolling her eyes. "All the better. So, why did you call me so many times?" Canyn found teasing Hiroko to be quite enjoyable. "Aren't you supposed to be back this afternoon? You vanished without a trace, and your phone was off. I was worried you might have fallen into a crevice and couldn't get out," Hiroko said. "Also, I’ve already posted the photos online. What's our next step? Who else am I supposed to discuss this with if you're not here?" "Sorry, I was treating a cancer patient this afternoon. It took a while to cure her, and I didn’t realize it was so late," Canyn apologized. "Keep bragging, as if you cured cancer in an afternoon." Hiroko didn’t believe him, thinking that even if Canyn knew medicine, cancer wasn’t something that could be cured so quickly, as it was nothing like a flu. "Believe it or not," Canyn was speechless. Why was the truth always met with disbelief? "Are you coming over today?" Hiroko asked. "It's already dark. I won't come today. I'll come early tomorrow, and we can discuss things thoroughly," Canyn had to experiment with the toxin ball. "Alright then," Hiroko hesitated before adding, "She just came back, and she doesn’t seem to be in a good mood." "If you're feeling down, why don't you go and chat with her? Maybe you'll discover some clues," Canyn suggested encouragingly. "I…" "Don't hesitate, do you want to know the truth as soon as possible?" "Alright then." "Go on then, but be careful about how you approach it, don't let Emmiline notice anything," Canyn advised. "Got it," Hiroko ended the call and immediately looked worried. Being alone with Emmiline was one thing, but initiating a conversation was something Hiroko had never experienced before. Her heart was pounding wildly with nervousness. But to uncover the truth about her own background, Hiroko gritted her teeth and slowly went downstairs. Canyn, who was fully focused on restoring his own spiritual power, was frighteningly fast in his recovery. In just two hours, he was fully rejuvenated. "Master," Ophir waited outside Canyn's room. The other members of the Leigh Family were also in the living room. Seeing Canyn come out, they all hurried over. Clearly, everyone was waiting for Canyn. "How is it?" Among these people was Ziasia, and Canyn asked with a slight smile. "Master, it's all good now. There's not a single trace of disease left in the lungs," Ophir excitedly said. "Master, thank you, thank you so much." The Mayor of Tokai City, now trembling with excitement. His relationship with his wife Ziasia was very strong, and now Canyn had truly saved Ziasia's life. For Ophir, this was more important than saving his own life. His respect for Canyn had now surpassed the relationship of their sect, turning into genuine admiration. At the same time, Ophir also felt a sense of apology, as going to the hospital for a check-up implied a lack of trust in Canyn, even though Canyn had allowed it. Nevertheless, Ophir expressed his apology. "Ophir, no need to be so formal. We are family after all. If we talk like this, it would be too distant," Canyn said with a smile, enjoying the feeling of being thanked for helping others. Ziasia approached gracefully, looking calm as usual, but her improved complexion and vitality were easily noticeable. "Master, thank you," Ziasia said sincerely. "Hahaha, alright, that's enough of the formalities. It feels too distant. You should go about your business. Brother, Owan, and Vincie, you three stay," Canyn said with a bashful smile, then laughed loudly to cover up the awkwardness of a senior acting shy. "Let's disperse. Gratitude is not just about saying thanks. It's more important to remember it in your heart," Omarr said. Then everyone dispersed. "Come with me," Canyn said, temporarily setting aside the task of handling the poison orb, and leading Omarr, Owan, and Vincie into the room. "Now you all understand the seventh level of the mysterious martial, right?" Canyn asked. "We're clear on it," they responded. It was just a matter of understanding the difference in the internal energy pathways of the seventh level. Remembering this, the rest could be quietly studied and figured out. "Owan, you go first. Vincie, you follow, and brother, you go last. I need to gain some experience, and after all, you are older," Omarr was over eighty and couldn't risk failure. "Master," Owan stepped forward. "Relax, it's actually very simple," Canyn said with a smile. Owan nodded, calming his eager and anxious heart. As a member of the Secret Service, Owan had faced countless challenges and was far superior to ordinary people in controlling his emotions. Canyn's task was actually very simple, to use his own spiritual power to lead and dominate the opening of the celestial-level meridians. In the world of ancient martial arts, the threshold from Earth to Celestial level was the opening of the Governor and Conception vessels. Once these vessels were opened, one would be considered a Celestial-level ancient martial artist. Given Owan's previous condition, it was difficult for him to open these vessels, and he lacked the seventh-level route to assist him, leaving him without a path. Now, with Canyn's immense spiritual power leading the way, Owan felt two sharp pains, followed by a sense of total relief. The entire process lasted less than two minutes. In just two minutes, Owan achieved what he had been longing for thirty years. He has already reached the Heavenly level. Owan reached the pinnacle of the Earth level at the age of thirty-one and is now sixty-one years old. Thirty years of anticipation and longing were realized in just these short two minutes. Even though Owan had experienced countless trials and tribulations, he was still overwhelmed at this moment. In fact, Canyn had not expected it to be this simple. The preventative measures he had taken earlier were completely unnecessary. Cultivators are inherently superior to martial artists in terms of the level of life; this statement seems to be entirely accurate. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so smooth. Next, Vincie and Omarr also advanced easily without any surprises. Just like that, three Heavenly level powerhouses were born. Watching the three excited figures of Omarr and the others, Canyn smiled slightly, and then took out two jade pieces. "Owan, Vincie, I need the help of your Secret Service to find jade pieces like these," Canyn said, his smile fading into a serious expression.