Wu Tong wasted no time. The moment Tian Jinzhong's limbs were prepared, he loaded the Life Water 3.0 into a syringe and injected it directly into the elder's heart meridian.
A tsunami of medicinal energy erupted.
Vital life force flooded through Tian Jinzhong's body, repairing damaged meridians, healing old wounds, purging stagnant blood and impurities...
Once these tasks were complete, the remaining energy concentrated at the limb stumps. Under the emerald glow, new tissue began proliferating at visible speeds:
Bone fragments extended like growing crystals
Muscle fibers wove themselves into existence
Blood vessels branched like awakening roots
Skin stretched to cover the emerging limbs
The process transformed Tian Jinzhong's agony into unbearable itching—a sensation that brought tears of joy to his eyes. This discomfort meant regeneration. It meant wholeness.
Wu Tong observed clinically, ensuring every stage progressed perfectly.
Elsewhere in the compound, revelations unfolded.
"It was YOU who resurrected your grandfather?" Lu Jin's voice cracked with disbelief.
The Heavenly Master's eyebrows nearly vanished into his hairline. He'd been so certain Wu Tong was responsible.
"Uh, yeah? Who else would it be?" Zhang Chulan scratched his head, genuinely puzzled by their shock.
"Chulan, explain everything in detail." The Heavenly Master cut in before Lu Jin could reveal their mistaken assumptions.
As Zhang Chulan recounted his story—of system interfaces, resurrection coins, and glimpses beyond their world—the listeners' expressions shifted from skepticism to wonder.
"...Infinite worlds...Endless void...And our realm being called 'Under One Person'?" The Heavenly Master murmured, stroking his beard. "Far more fascinating than I imagined."
Internally, he chided himself for jumping to conclusions about Wu Tong. According to Zhang Chulan's account, the young man's potential might one day rival the Three Pure Ones themselves.
Perhaps granting access to the archives wasn't merely repayment for healing Tian Jinzhong, but an investment in a future ally of unimaginable stature.
Lu Jin, meanwhile, could barely contain his excitement. "Heavenly Master, about those Quanxing bastards—whatever you decide, the Lu family stands with you!"
His mind raced with possibilities. With Zhang Chulan's connection to the multiverse, they could:
Resurrect his master, Zuo Ruotong
Attain true immortality
Walk among legendary figures like Lü Dongbin and Zhang Daoling
Explore realities beyond imagination
Even for someone nicknamed "Flawless," the temptation proved irresistible.
"Old Lu, surely you understand Big-Ears' intentions by now?" The Heavenly Master's knowing smile cut through Lu Jin's reverie.
Realization dawned. Zhang Huaiyi had deliberately included him—this was an invitation to collaborate! Lu Jin nearly laughed aloud at his earlier anxiety. A sterling reputation truly paid dividends.
The discussion turned to strategy against Quanxing. When Zhang Chulan proposed continuing the Luo Tian Grand Ritual as a trap, even the normally restrained Heavenly Master's eyes gleamed with approval.
"Letting them walk into the lion's den...Flawless," Lu Jin chuckled darkly. No organization drew his ire like Quanxing.
As others dispersed, Lu Jin cornered Zhang Chulan near a pillar, uncharacteristically hesitant.
"Chulan, about those resurrection coins..." The old master fidgeted, his ears burning with embarrassment at asking a favor from someone young enough to be his grandson.
"Master Zuo Ruotong, right?" Zhang Chulan's perceptive response startled Lu Jin.
After explaining the resurrection conditions—requiring bodily remains, excluding natural deaths, and not curing underlying conditions—Zhang Chulan posed the critical question:
"But Elder Lu, even if we bring him back...will he choose to live? Didn't Master Zuo abandon his life seeking higher truths?"
Lu Jin's stunned expression spoke volumes.
Zhang Chulan suddenly understood—faced with the infinite cosmos, what seeker could resist? The very concept of "no path forward" became meaningless when countless cultivation systems awaited exploration.
And as for the limitations of Nisheng Sanchong? With Wu Tong's abilities, perfecting the technique might be simpler than they imagined.