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Fortunately, during her time in the cultivation world, she had thrown tantrums and often learned by stealth, fully embodying the essence of shamelessness. At last, she had learned the method to lift the celestial punishment from Yan Zhou's master.
However, merely knowing the method was not enough; those with insufficient cultivation could not break the punishment from the Nine Heavens Sect. In her past life, no matter how inadequate she was, after Yan Zhou continuously fed her elixirs and spirit herbs, she had at least reached the Infant Stage. Even then, she could not break it; now, with her cultivation only at the Qi Refinement stage, it was even more impossible.
Fortunately, perhaps due to the peculiarities of this realm, Ruan Fuxi sensed that the celestial punishment binding Yan Zhou's legs had weakened considerably. As long as she harnessed the power of the Moonlight, she would surely be able to lift the restraints.
Thinking of this, Ruan Fuxi said, "Uncle Sheng, please hand me the talismans."
Old Master Sheng gestured, and immediately someone behind him presented five talismans.
"Fuxi, take a look at these. If they aren't good enough, I have others prepared," he said.
Ruan Fuxi examined them one by one: a metallic sword, a wooden staff, a water-based cold jade, a fire-based blazing fan, and an earth-based shield. The quality was all above average.
"That's sufficient, Uncle Sheng," Ruan Fuxi nodded.
Then she smiled at Sheng Yan Zhou and said, "Come a bit closer."
He needed to be at the center of the formation.
Sheng Yan Zhou gazed at her smiling face; his mind hadn't fully processed her words yet when he instinctively maneuvered his wheelchair forward.
Ruan Fuxi smiled at him again. "You don't need to be nervous; I will definitely help your legs return to normal."
Sheng Yan Zhou looked into her eyes and replied in a deep voice, "I believe in you, Xiaoxi."
Ruan Fuxi nodded and then turned serious. She arranged the five talismans according to their positions. The talismans emitted spiritual energy and seemed to form an invisible connection—interacting with one another in a cycle of creation and destruction—the formation was complete!
The several masters nearby were astonished at what they saw. What an exquisite formation! As practitioners of the Mystical Sect, they could immediately sense its power and the dense energy emanating from it.
Ruan Fuxi looked up at the sky; today was the day of the full moon. She gathered the power of the moonlight using a spiritual formation, her wrist flicking as she formed the necessary hand seals. Suddenly, the flowers and trees in the garden began to sway gently without any wind, and everyone present felt a wave of comfort wash over them, their bodies relaxing completely.
As the moonlight poured down, Sheng Yanzhou, positioned at the center of the formation, felt it most profoundly. He was enveloped in warmth, as if energy were being infused into him. In this state of comfort, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: it seemed that his legs were interrupted by his family's dissatisfaction with his marriage to Xiao Xi.
Sheng Yanzhou couldn't help but chuckle at this absurd notion. If his grandfather knew he could marry Xiao Xi, he would probably be grinning from ear to ear—how could he possibly be angry? Yet, on the other hand, if sacrificing his legs meant he could marry Xiao Xi, he would gladly accept it. His only concern was that Xiao Xi might look down on him for being disabled.
He wasn't sure what he was thinking; he felt as if his soul was bathing in moonlight. Time passed without him noticing until Ruan Fuxi's movements came to a halt. She remembered every detail of the hand seals perfectly, and the five magical artifacts began to dim.
She walked up to Sheng Yanzhou and extended her hand with a smile. "Stand up and take a few steps."
Hearing her voice, Sheng Yanzhou initially intended to rise but pretended to stumble when he saw Ruan Fuxi's outstretched hand, inadvertently grasping her hand instead.
So soft.
Sheng Yanzhou felt something within him awaken, joy bubbling up inside him. Standing nearby, Old Master Sheng dared not interrupt but watched eagerly as his youngest son took this momentous step.
With Ruan Fuxi's support, Sheng Yanzhou left behind the wheelchair that had accompanied him for so long and stood up steadily. He took a few steps forward. Ruan Fuxi watched his figure with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.
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