The Martial Unity

The other two experts were also equally bewildered by what Rui told them, and he couldn’t blame them for it.

Rui was probably the very first Martial Artist in the world who was about to embark on training a technique that involved purposefully diseasing the body with a virus.

The prospect of this moved the three experts that he consulted once they managed to realize his intentions. It wasn’t every day for them that entirely new grounds were being breached when it came to the already vast and deep field of Martial Art.

It wasn’t every day for Rui either, no. It did happen once a season, however.

Rui was entirely accustomed to creating techniques the likes of which simply did not exist prior. He had done it so many times that it had frankly begun to grow normal and mundane. If he did create a revolutionarily groundbreaking and unprecedented, he would shrug and move on. But if he didn’t create a technique that was not of such a caliber, then he would be somewhat disappointed.

Of course, any other Martial Squire would be overjoyed even with the lesser techniques that Rui created. Rui himself, however, merely treated them as nothing worthy of much note. His standards for himself had reached so high that only with grade-ten techniques like Void Forestep, Weaving Blood, Hungry Pain, and now Hypertrophic Surge could he truly feel moved. And only with projects like Project Water could he possibly feel genuine and unabashed excitement. Project Metabody as a broad overarching Martial Art technique was so powerful that it far surpassed any grade-ten technique that he had ever seen in his life.

It was going to be his magnum opus, in the Squire Realm. He highly doubted that he would produce anything that surpassed during his remaining time as a Martial Squire. Of course, he didn’t say anything about the higher Realms. From what he could tell, the higher Realms probably required different kinds of techniques with different focuses, which was why it was possible for him to surpass Project Metabody later on.

Regardless, an entire day passed, and he was notified of the results of the medical services and commodities that he wanted to purchase.

The Virodhabhasa main church summoned him for an appointment with a member of the medical department who would go over what medical services he would need to purchase in order to treat and cure the condition of the patient that he had shown them. They would probably make numerous prescriptions for various potential outcomes, and Rui would have to make an informed decision on which treatment to go forward with.

However, he was happy that a meeting was arranged in the first place. If the church designed to go that far, then that meant that probably was enough of a report to be made that was worth having a professional explain it all to Rui.

If it turned out to be the case that Senior Xanarn’s condition was just impossible to heal, then they would have straightforwardly revealed that without any wasted time.

The fact that they had called him meant that there definitely was a solution that he could afford!

“Nice!” Rui grinned.

This was turning out easier than he had expected. He had expected that the search for a solution would be much harder and longer, but thankfully, it merely took some travel and the very first destination had a solution at hand.

(‘The Floating Sect made it sound so impossible,’) He snorted as he headed into the meeting.

“Ah, Squire Falken,” A man smiled at him when he entered the room. “Please come in, we have much to talk about, have a seat. I am Doctor Derol, and I am here to provide you with the possible medical treatments and cures for the patient and the data of whom you provided us.”

“Pleasure to meet you, doctor,” Rui courteously greeted them in exchange.

“Not at all, the honor is mine,” The doctor bowed deeply and reverentially to Rui, which Rui had now come to recognize as the telltale sign of Virodhabhasa Indoctrination.

“Allow me to begin by informing you that we have found several possible solutions to the poisoned condition of your patient,” the doctor smiled. “However, before we go into those and their pricing, allow me to begin by elucidating the condition that she truly is in at the moment, for the report that you provided us actually undersold the severity of her condition.”

Rui’s eyes narrowed. The man’s words implied that the Floating Sect actually failed to comprehend how dire her condition was.

That was not good.

Rui had been under the impression that while recovery was difficult, at the very least her condition had halted in its deterioration and was stable. He had assumed that she wasn’t in a position where she could pass away at any moment.

“The poison has taken root in all of the blood capillaries and vessels in her brain and has also infected her cerebral fluid to a minor degree. We have identified the poison as Cereneon Nectar, an airborne poison that dissolves in fluids to an extreme degree. Every time her heart beats, pumping blood to her brain a minute portion of the Cereneon Nectar, a high-grade Senior-level poison, is extracted from the blood, increasing the amount of poison in her brain, and increasing the probability of abrupt brain death or organ failure.”

Rui’s eyes widened in shock as he gritted his teeth. “That means she could potentially die any second!”

“Correct,” The man nodded. “Normally, poisons do not affect the brain all that much because the brain cannot be conditioned physically as much as the rest of the body, which means that any poison employed by a Martial Artist cannot affect the brain too much because they themselves need to be able to withstand it without ill-effects, which cannot be trained due to the inability to condition the brain.”

Rui nodded. “That means that poison Martial Artists cannot host poisons that target the brain if they do not want their own brains to succumb.”