Chapter 722 — The Good Man and the World-Destroying Fiend

Di Yiyue looked at him curiously as well, and whispered, "You know the Benevolent Sage King Tianqi? " Shen Mu, wholly absorbed in reckoning and devising the Creation runes, did not even lift his head.

"I know him. We have dealt with one another a few times — a very easygoing old gentleman. " Di Yiyue's eyes went round; she did not know whether to laugh or to cry. "Very easygoing?

Do you not know that the Benevolent Sage King Tianqi is the second-ranking figure of Youdu, second only to Tu Bo? If he were easygoing, would not all those gods and fiends he has beaten to death and soul-drawn be weeping themselves back to life? So long as the rules of Youdu are transgressed, this Benevolent Sage King will not scruple even to annihilate a whole world!

" Shen Mu finished devising the Creation runes and tested them a time or two, then shook his head.

"It must be a rumor. The Prefect Lord is a kindly old gentleman; he never loses his temper.

Elder sister, do not move; I am going to work the arts and heal your wound.

" Di Yiyue hastily steadied herself and stood motionless. When Shen Mu was about to begin, he found it somewhat awkward, and had to say, "Elder sister, you are tall; better to lie down, so it is easier for me to work. " Di Yiyue accordingly lay down flat, floating in the air, five feet still above the ground.

Her lovely hair flowed down like tassels, full of drape, and the black garments on her body hung like sleek, slippery silk. Shen Mu stole a glance at her breasts, which stood high even as she lay there, and marveled inwardly, 'Elder sister is truly beautiful.

' Though the innocent youth also looked at a face, the teachings of the elders of Yincan Village in his childhood had fixed him in the stubborn belief that one must not look only at the face, but at the chest as well.

Only girls with large breasts are beautiful. He calmed his mind and worked his arts. To mend Di Yiyue's wound required no great number of Creation runes; he need only select, from the Immortal Consciousness of the Three Primordials and the Profound Scripture of Flawless Creation, the Creation runes meant specifically for the forehead and the brain. But how to recombine them, how to keep the rest of the brain tissue from proliferating — that was the crux.

This was precisely why Shen Mu had to reckon and calculate for so long.

Beyond that, he also had to trim certain Creation runes and restructure the rune formations, which he was doing for the first time, and so he had to be careful and cautious in the extreme. After all, the brain is very fragile: too little is bad, and too much is bad.

And what Di Yiyue had injured was not her flesh alone; there was a hole of the same kind in her primordial spirit, and Shen Mu's purpose in redesigning the Creation runes this time was to heal the wound in her primordial spirit as well.

He worked his arts with the utmost care, and the brain tissue within Di Yiyue's head slowly grew, the missing portion gradually growing back until the bloody hole was filled. Every movement Shen Mu made was exceedingly careful; layer upon layer of formation patterns surfaced in his pupils as he fixed his gaze on the bloody hole at Di Yiyue's brow, minutely observing the growth of the brain tissue.

He governed his dharma power, making the shifts of the runes ever more subtle, and when the brain tissue had fully grown out, he cautiously changed the runes again, so that bone grew over the wound at her brow. When the bone had grown out, Shen Mu changed the runes once more, this time to restore the skin of her forehead.

"Shen'er, we alchemists may soon be out of work. " The Alchemist's voice came to them.

Shen Mu's last rune wavered bright and dim, and at length the runes dispersed. Di Yiyue lifted a hand and touched her forehead, astonished, and laughed, "The Great Master of Arts truly works Creation with matchless skill!

" Shen Mu laughed, "Elder sister, turn over; there is still a hole in the back of your head that has not been mended.

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. slowly now, mind your brains do not spill out.

Grandpa Alchemist, the Art of Creation cannot take the place of medicine, nor of the alchemist. " He healed the back of Di Yiyue's head, and said, "First, the Art of Creation is very hard to master. It is not impossible to cultivate it to my level — one whose talent is as outstanding as mine, spending tens of thousands of years in diligent cultivation and bitter practice, could most likely manage it too.

" Others might not know the difficulty of the Art of Creation, but he knew it plainly enough. His mastery of the Art of Creation came chiefly from the Red Emperor's Mind; without the Red Emperor's Mind, who could say in what year or month he would have comprehended it to his present level. "And moreover, the human body is a great system, and the flesh of a god or a fiend is a small world in itself.

The Art of Creation can mend the body, but to maintain the balance of the human body's system and the equilibrium of a god's or fiend's flesh-world — that requires the alchemist. " Shen Mu dispersed the runes, took out a small mirror, and handed it to Di Yiyue, saying, "Elder sister, take a look — is it as it was before? "