Before his words even fell, Xuan Chengzi no longer bothered to argue. The old man’s figure flickered and appeared beside Dustin. His thin, bony palm pressed lightly against Dustin’s back. A stream of pure, gentle, and endlessly vital azure energy poured continuously into Dustin’s nearly exhausted body, like a mountain spring flowing into a dry riverbed. This spiritual power, belonging to the same Daoist lineage as Dustin’s Xuanqing True Qi, was even older and more refined. It not only rapidly repaired his injuries but also nourished his depleted essence. “Young friend, steady your mind — I’ll help you recover,” Xuan Chengzi said quietly. A warm current surged through Dustin’s limbs and bones. The hidden injuries and soul-tearing pain caused by resisting Ao Kun’s golden fire and metal arts were healing at a startling speed. The exhaustion from consecutive battles vanished; his depleted energy was swiftly replenished. Within mere breaths, his condition had recovered by more than sev...