So, what should be considered now is how to make the muscles move on their own?
In a Douluo dalu world, the will can control Soul Power, it can harness Spiritual Power, so why can't it dominate the flesh and blood body?
"Move, damn it!"
Zhao Liuyun roared in his heart, his face contorted in a grimace, imagining using his will to permeate his body and awaken every inch of his dormant muscles.
...
Of course, it was all in vain.
Instead, he ended up flushed red from clenching his jaw.
Taking a breath, Zhao Liuyun patted his face.
Perhaps the direction was wrong from the start.
External force applied to the body is massage, but muscles exerting force themselves should be considered exercise?
After a moment of contemplation, he directly applied a fluctuating, sometimes fast, sometimes slow Soul Power shock to himself.
Soul Power could act as the external force for a massage, but its intensity was currently too low, and he wasn't proficient with the Crane Controlling and Dragon Capturing skill, so it couldn't replace manual techniques.
However, the Soul Power technique for [Adjustment] was inherently similar to a fascia gun, and since it originated from within the body, it could touch every part simultaneously.
"Ugh~"
Zhao Liuyun grunted, his eyes wide, his muscles twitching, and he instantly lost control of his Soul Power.
The impact of that split second nearly made him slide off the chair, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
"A bit hard to handle."
His body, already sore and aching from the workout, was now shaken by the Soul Power, giving him the sensation of being simultaneously pressed by countless fascia guns.
Racking his brain, he could only find the most apt word—
Aching-ecstasy!
A unique and explosive sense of pleasure.
Fortunately, he was alone in his room; even if he lost control, no one could see it.
Thinking this, Zhao Liuyun narrowed his eyes: "How about... one more time?"
Vibration could also alleviate muscle fatigue.
In his past life, Zhao Liuyun had bought a few gym classes and roughly knew—
Accelerating blood circulation helps clear lactic acid, inflammatory factors, and other byproducts of exercise, while the abundant nutrients brought by the blood promote tissue repair.
It also seemed to help relax the fascia and separate muscle adhesions.
"Ah~" Zhao Liuyun struggled to endure it, but he couldn't help but let out a low, trembling moan through his clenched teeth.
The Soul Power cut off again.
Recovering his breath, his gaze was deep, and he quietly asked himself, "Continue?"
But he felt that something wasn't quite right.
Zhao Liuyun pondered hard, digging through his memory for the words of the coach during those few gym sessions.
"It's not advisable to use a fascia gun immediately after exercise; one should wait 24 to 48 hours."
If now wasn't suitable, he would use it tomorrow.
Zhao Liuyun quickly washed up and lay flat on the bed.
Since things had come to this, he'd better sleep first.
He needed to recover some strength, as he had consultations to earn money in the afternoon.
...
"Nephew!"
Not long after he fell into a light sleep, a robust, powerful voice traveled from afar, startling Zhao Liuyun awake.
His martial uncle was calling for him in the shop.
"Coming!" He answered, pushing the door open.
It was time to reap the experience for the [Physician] profession.
"Martial Uncle." Zhao Liuyun quickly walked from the backyard into the shop, where he immediately saw a mercenary lying on the ground.
The appearance was somewhat familiar; he remembered the man was a member of the mercenary group that had taken him hunting for a Soul Beast.
He was short and wiry, but his face was purplish-blue, his breathing faint, clearly on the verge of death.
Two other people stood beside him, both with anxious expressions.
One of them had an unfamiliar face, likely a newcomer.
The other, Zhao Liuyun knew well.
The scar-faced, bearded Soul Venerable, leader of the mercenary group, Tian Wenlong, whose Soul Rings were White, Yellow, Yellow, and his Martial Soul was a Long-Tusked Elephant.
Zhao Liuyun glanced at him. Tian Wenlong also turned his head at the sound of footsteps and looked at the person who had suddenly appeared.
The moment their eyes met, Tian Wenlong's face stiffened.
Even after a year, the embarrassing experience of that Soul Beast hunt remained fresh in his memory.
"Little Brother Zhao."
"Uncle Tian."
After a brief, casual greeting, Zhao Liuyun said no more, turning his attention to the injured person.
His Martial Uncle, Huang Xin, had summoned his Honeysuckle Martial Soul, and his second Soul Ring shone brightly as he used his Soul Skill to detoxify the man.
He cast his first Soul Skill to suppress the spread of the toxin while briefly explaining the situation:
"He's been poisoned, a hundred-year-old Corrosive Venom Centipede. The toxin isn't extremely potent, but after a long delay, ordinary antitoxins are useless."
"What should I do?" Zhao Liuyun asked seriously.
Having studied Douluo Continent medicine for a long time and diligently researching the poison and medicinal chapters of The Secret Manual of Hidden Weapons, ordinary poisons posed no difficulty for him.
"I can't spare a hand, Nephew. Mix a new antitoxin with Black Venom Wolf Spider fang powder and Fire Mulberry Leaf powder."
The younger mercenary seemed to have an objection, as if to question Zhao Liuyun's youth and lack of experience.
Tian Wenlong, however, frowned and let out a low growl, "Don't cause trouble!" stopping the young man.
Zhao Liuyun paid no attention to their reactions.
He just quickly walked to the medicine cabinet.
The Black Venom Wolf Spider is mildly toxic, but its tooth powder, steeped in poison for a long time, has a higher toxicity than its venom.
This is a neurotoxin; a small amount will not cause harm to the human body and can be used as an anesthetic.
Fire Mulberry Leaves come from the rare fire-attributed plant-type Soul Beast, the Fire Mulberry, and its leaves possess a trace amount of fire element, which has a good purging effect on old or more stubborn corrosive toxins.
The only drawback is that the medicine is slightly abrasive and acts extremely fast; the patient will inevitably suffer some heat-scorching pain during the detoxification process.
The shop had apprentices learning under his Martial Uncle, and they usually handled the fetching of herbs and attending to customers.
But for precise tasks like compounding medicines and controlling the quantities of various medicinal materials, the Physician himself had to step in.
"Fire Mulberry Leaves, a trace of Black Venom Wolf Spider fang powder..."
With the help of the shop apprentice, Zhao Liuyun weighed several neutralizing herbs, ground them into powder, mixed them with water, and activated them with Soul Power.
In a short time, a bowl of light brown medicinal liquid was prepared.
He hurried back, carrying the bowl.
"Martial Uncle?"
"Pour it down his throat," Huang Xin instructed.
"I'll lend a hand." Tian Wenlong proactively stepped forward, helped the mercenary lying on the ground sit up into a semi-seated posture.
The medicinal liquid went down the man's throat, and the effect quickly manifested.
With Zhao Liuyun's eyesight, he naturally saw that this formula, made with two main ingredients, lacked a step for expelling the toxins.
However, his Martial Uncle's second Soul Skill, from his Honeysuckle Martial Soul, happened to have a detoxifying effect, perfectly compensating for this.
As a mouthful of pale green toxic blood was spat out, the bluish-black pallor on the mercenary's face faded significantly.
His previously purplish lips gradually returned to normal, and his breathing stabilized.
Tian Wenlong finally relaxed, letting out a hearty laugh, reaching into his money pouch, and quickly counting out Gold Soul Coins.
"Hahaha, Brother Huang, thanks to you again! You saved my brother's life."
He then turned to thank Zhao Liuyun.
"Thank you, Little Brother Zhao, for helping to prepare the medicine."
He gave credit to both, offending no one.
"Just doing my job," Zhao Liuyun just smiled.
"How did it happen?" Huang Xin put away his Martial Soul.
Tian Wenlong carried the now-conscious mercenary on his back, saying with a wry smile:
"The Corrosive Venom Centipede fell from a tree. He was quick-witted, protected the employer, and struck it away, but his mouth was open and he got sprayed with venom head-on."
"..." Huang Xin nodded, and naturally pitched a sale, "Want to take a few more kinds of antitoxins with you?"
"This poison isn't that potent, just a bit persistent. You just didn't have the right medicine prepared."
"If he had taken the medicine earlier, he could have been cured directly, no need to come here and waste money."
"I'll take five portions of the common ones," Tian Wenlong scratched his head. "My Martial Soul is thick-skinned and tough, so I don't need these."
Under his Martial Uncle's reminder, Zhao Liuyun efficiently prepared various antitoxins.
"Thanks, Little Brother Zhao, for your trouble." Tian Wenlong carried his poisoned comrade on his back.
The young mercenary took the antitoxins, bought some insect repellent powder and snake repellent powder, and then they left.
"Mercenaries..."
Zhao Liuyun glanced at the backs of the three men, muttered a few words, and then got back to work.
He hadn't played a major role in the detoxification just now.
He only compounded and administered the medicine, yet the experience gained was considerable, a full 6 points.
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