Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1065 - 1065 28th Divine Nerves Great Dao 2 in 1_3

Chapter 1065: 28th Chapter: Divine Nerves, Great Dao [2 in 1]_3 Chapter 1065: 28th Chapter: Divine Nerves, Great Dao [2 in 1]_3 Feng Yin was not the least bit offended by this, but rather readily agreed, saying to the elder Qing Ming, “Predecessor Qing Ming, you should do this this…”

Pointing at the calf of Yellow Wind, he instructed, “Stab it a few times with a knife, taking care not to hit the bone, just slide the knife back and forth on the calf a few times.”

The venerable Qing Ming immediately chuckled and said, “Rest assured, leave it to me.”

With a sharp knife in hand, his effortless cut had already pierced right through Yellow Wind’s calf, in one side and out the other, without the slightest resistance.

Yellow Wind looked down to see the white blade going in and the red blade coming out from the other side, yet he felt no pain whatsoever and his eyes widened in shock, “What’s the situation here, stab me a few more times so I can feel it?”

The delighted Qing Ming had never before received such an invitation in his life, and promptly, like a butcher, he plunged the knife into Yellow Wind’s calf seventeen times in quick succession, each one passing through, before he stopped and left the knife hanging through the wound, asking, “Does it hurt?”

Yellow Wind looked bewildered, “It doesn’t hurt at all, how can it not hurt? You’re stabbing my flesh…”

“This is the effect of severing the nerves; once nerve transmission is interrupted and isolated, even if you slice the flesh below into thousands of pieces, there wouldn’t be any pain.”

Feng Yin said, “Of course, this is under the premise that the bone is not affected. Because in the bones, there are even more delicate nerves, and once you touch the bones, it will still hurt, and the pain will increase manifold.”

Excited, Yellow Wind said, “Then let’s try moving the bones.”

“…”

Feng Yin, who was experiencing humanity for the second time, didn’t know what to say upon such an invitation.

Had these people gone mad?

Little did he know, these people were martial arts fanatics who had reached today’s stage of cultivation and were already feeling that they were at a bottleneck, struggling to advance.

Yet Feng Yin’s words had given them a new direction, even a new possibility for advancement.

The verses from the Dao De Jing were too profound, and although they were aware of its greatness, it was too deep for their understanding; the later mixed ramblings of Eastern and Western medical knowledge, however, gave them an epiphany!

No matter what, this was a clear direction for progress.

To say nothing of sacrificing a leg, even if it meant trying with their lives, everyone present would not hesitate to do so.

The venerable Qing Ming did not hesitate and continued with his slicing.

As before, with the sharp knife in his hand, his cuts were swift and decisive, and with a few thrusts, he pierced through the bones of Yellow Wind three times.

Yellow Wind’s forehead started to bead with sweat, and he gritted his teeth, “Indeed… it hurts, it’s excruciating, a deep, drilling pain.”

If the scene hadn’t been so bloody, Feng Yin would have almost burst into suppressed laughter.

But at this moment, the expressions in the eyes of the others had all changed.

Because everyone’s focus was completely different from Feng Yin’s—nerves, this matter, was completely within everyone’s blind spot, within reach, the only thing missing was identifying the source.

About this matter of nerves, could Doctor Feng please elaborate, going into as much detail as you see fit.”

Everyone’s eyes were burning with eagerness, all focused intently on Feng Yin.

Beforehand, everyone had sealed their acupoints, taken medicine in advance, and had their cultivation enhanced; not feeling too much pain seemed not too difficult.

But to say there was absolutely no pain was still impossible.

And everyone could see clearly: during the entire process, spiritual power was not used at all!

Therefore, if such a thing could still be painless, then it was certainly beyond their comprehension.

In other words, this “nerve” thing which was given such a mysterious name was truly something that could not be ignored.

At the very least, it represented a brand-new direction that everyone could explore.

But Feng Yin dared not continue his fanciful talk.

After all, in Feng Yin’s knowledge, even in the original world, the matter of nerves had not been studied thoroughly!

If these people were to keep practicing and actually turn themselves into another common name for nerves… then his sin would be great!

With the destructive power of these people, becoming all “nerve” could result in a minute-by-minute catastrophe—suffering and devastation everywhere.

“Actually, this thing… it was originally discovered while I was practicing medicine. To say it’s related to cultivation, well, it definitely is. It’s part of the human body, closely related to flesh, blood, bones, and even the soul, but to say it’s definitely related, that seems unheard of. However, that’s just the ignorant and limited view from a junior with shallow cultivation.”

Feng Yin thought hard about how to phrase things and paused before adding, “I saw that the venerable elders showed interest in the general outline of my school’s arts, though they found its teachings too ethereal. However, have the elders ever heard of another saying?”

“What saying? Doctor Feng, please speak directly.”

“A single flower makes a world, a single leaf a Bodhi.”

Feng Yin spoke solemnly.

Everyone frowned; they seemed to have never heard this before.

“What does this saying mean?”

“The general meaning of this saying is…” Feng Yin casually took out a flower with a few leaves from his Space Ring.

He said, “Take this flower, for example. It’s a world unto itself. To our naked eyes, it appears bereft of anything, but if we observe it with all of our divine consciousness, what do we see? There should be some very blurry entities that seem to move, yet also appear still. Actually, those are extremely tiny organisms that are struggling with all their might, scurrying about. In their own perception, they may have battled through a lifetime of adventures or reproduced across countless generations… But no matter how carefully and diligently we observe them, at most we’d see them move just a tiny bit, and that little bit, that tiny fraction, that minuscule amount, represents the entirety of their lives.”