He could sense that although Xu Wuyi’s combat rhythm was strained, it never fell into disarray.
It wasn’t recklessness, but a choice made after calculating all possibilities.
’The young are truly formidable.’
Shen Jin’s thought echoed softly in his sea of consciousness.
Then, his consciousness began to return to reality.
Inside the monitoring ward.
The moment the hatch of the Spirit Resonance Device fully opened, a visible ripple of residual Energy escaped from the cabin, creating faint golden ripples in the air.
Technicians from the medical team quickly swarmed forward, and various monitoring instruments activated simultaneously.
"Grandmaster Shen’s vital signs are steadily improving! His Heart Image stability rating has recovered to B+ and is still rising!"
"Brainwave activity has returned to normal patterns! Spiritual Power fluctuation intensity has fallen back to safe levels!"
"The Sword Intention corrosion markers... they’re gone! Completely gone!"
Amidst the string of reports, Shen Jin, who was lying on the adjacent sickbed, slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were still sharp, but the previous exhaustion and hidden pain were gone, replaced by a clarity that spoke of immense relief.
He took a deep breath. The rise and fall of his chest was steady and strong, as if a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Master!"
"Grandmaster!"
From the observation area, disciples like Qin Qinghe and Hong Nianyi, along with high-ranking military officials like Feng Zhuohua and Wu Dingbo, rushed in almost simultaneously.
Qin Qinghe was the first to reach the bedside, grasping Shen Jin’s wrist.
A few seconds later, the tension on his face finally eased. "Your internal circulation is smooth, and your Heart Phase Core is stable... Master, are you really healed?"
Shen Jin sat up. His movements were still a little slow, but each one was steady.
He waved his hand, signaling that he didn’t need help.
"I’m healed." His voice was still hoarse, but it held much more strength. "Ye Yixin’s Sword Intention... has been purged."
Everyone’s gaze simultaneously snapped to the Spirit Resonance Device next to them.
Xu Wuyi was still lying inside the cabin, his eyes shut tight and his face as pale as a sheet of paper.
The silver-white sensor suit was soaked with sweat, clinging to his body and outlining a lean physique that promised explosive power.
A few medical staff were detaching the sensor suit’s connection cables. On the monitoring screen, the curve of his brainwave activity had plummeted, and his Spiritual Power fluctuations were so faint they were almost undetectable.
"Martial Artist Xu..." Vice-Director Lin hurried forward to check Xu Wuyi’s vital signs. "Heartbeat and blood pressure are normal, but his Spiritual Power is severely overdrawn. His consciousness has entered a protective coma."
Wu Dingbo’s brow furrowed. "Will there be any aftereffects?"
"It’s impossible to tell right now." Vice-Director Lin shook his head. "Exhaustion on the spiritual level is more complex than a physical injury. We’ll need to conduct a full assessment after he wakes up. But at the very least... his life isn’t in danger."
Shen Jin had already gotten off the hospital bed and walked over to the resonance cabin.
He looked down at the unconscious young man in the cabin, his expression complex.
"He’s fine, just exhausted." Shen Jin said, his voice calm. "I watched the whole thing. That battle... he pushed himself too hard."
"Let him rest for now." Shen Jin glanced at Xu Wuyi. "Have the medical team monitor him and wait for him to wake up naturally. Forcing him awake from this kind of exhaustion would do more harm than good."
"Understood."
「...」
When Xu Wuyi awoke, the first thing he sensed was light.
A soft, gentle white light cascaded down from the ceiling. The air smelled of disinfectant mixed with some kind of freshener, and the mattress beneath him was soft yet supportive.
He opened his eyes, taking three seconds to adjust to the light before slowly turning his neck to survey his surroundings.
It was a single-patient room, simply furnished but fully equipped.
Outside the window, it was bright daylight, but the specific time was unclear. An IV patch was stuck to the back of his left hand, and a clear fluid dripped, drop by drop, through the tube and into his vein.
The moment his consciousness returned, a feeling of emptiness flooded his sea of consciousness like a tidal wave.
The great, dark-gold marsh was still there, but its "water level" was pitifully low, almost at rock bottom. The Golden Crow Illusion was curled up in the heart of the marsh, its Flame dim, like a candle guttering in the wind.
The entire Heart Image space was permeated with the fatigue of overexertion.
But the core was stable.
No cracks, no hidden injuries. It was simply "empty."
Xu Wuyi tried to circulate the "Golden Crow Carrying the Earth." The moment the Heart Method activated, a slight stinging pain shot through his sea of consciousness, like a dry riverbed being forcibly flooded with water.
He stopped immediately, knowing now was not the time for Cultivation.
Just then, the door to the room was pushed open gently.
A middle-aged female doctor in a white coat walked in. Seeing Xu Wuyi with his eyes open, she smiled. "Martial Artist Xu, you’re awake?"
"Yes." Xu Wuyi’s voice was a bit hoarse. "How long was I asleep?"
"A full day and night." The doctor walked to the bedside and checked the monitoring equipment. "It’s now two in the afternoon on the second day. How are you feeling? Any headaches, dizziness, or confusion?"
Xu Wuyi took a moment to carefully assess how he felt.
"A little weak, but no pain," he said honestly. "It’s just... my Spiritual Power feels completely empty."
"That’s a normal side effect of overexertion." The doctor recorded the data. "Your condition is much better than we anticipated. Grandmaster Shen was right when he said you were just exhausted. At this rate, you should be mostly recovered after another two days of rest."
Xu Wuyi nodded, then asked, "And Grandmaster Shen?"
"Grandmaster Shen has already been discharged." The doctor smiled. "After you purged the Sword Intention, his recovery was astonishing. He left the hospital yesterday afternoon, saying he was returning to his military base to recuperate. Before he left, he specifically instructed us to notify him the moment you woke up."
Xu Wuyi nodded. He knew Grandmaster Shen Jin was a truly important figure. Not only was his Cultivation profound, but his status within the Federation was also extremely high, and he was responsible for many affairs.
He had been sidelined by the Sword Intention for a long time; now that he had recovered, he surely had to deal with things as soon as possible.
As they were speaking, a slight commotion could be heard from outside the room.
Footsteps approached, stopping at the door. Then, the door was pushed open again.
The first to enter was Hong Nianyi.
She was still in her simple black training uniform, her ponytail tied back neatly, and her face held a rare, gentle expression. Her eyes visibly brightened when she saw Xu Wuyi was already sitting up.
"You’re awake?" Hong Nianyi walked to his bedside. "How do you feel?"
"I’m alright." Xu Wuyi looked at her. "Senior, what brings you here?"
"Master sent me," Hong Nianyi said. "He wanted to come himself, but he was tied up with an urgent meeting at military headquarters. So I’m here to see you, on his behalf and on behalf of our fellow disciples."
She had barely finished speaking when five or six more people walked in from outside.
The leader was a stern-looking man of about thirty, none other than Qin Qinghe. Following him were three men and two women.
Qin Qinghe walked to the front of the bed. His gaze landed on Xu Wuyi’s face, studying it seriously for a few seconds before he gave a slight bow.
"Martial Artist Xu." His voice was steady and firm. "On behalf of my Master, and all of us his disciples, I thank you."
The five disciples behind him bowed in unison.
Their movements were synchronized, their expressions solemn.
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