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The man, however, was the exact opposite.

A certain critical area of a man's body had a lower temperature compared to other parts, and was overly sensitive to high temperatures. Thus, if a man's cultivation technique involved scorching True Qi passing through several crucial points in the lower body, fertility would be impossible.

Li Nuo found several cultivation techniques that met the criteria, and indeed, he saw similar warnings in them.

Many things in this world are interconnected, and from the perspective of the Medical School, one could rationally explain matters related to the Martial Path.

From the Medical School's perspective alone, to address the issues with the Yuqing Heart Technique, one must start with the meridians.

If new supporting meridians could be added on the basis of the existing ones to neutralize the effects of the cold meridians and alter the characteristics of the True Qi within her body, then the emotional and physical impacts of the original Yuqing Heart Technique could be completely eradicated.

At that point, whether it was consummating the marriage or having children, neither would affect her cultivation.

The only downside was that her True Qi might not increase as quickly as before.

But this was already the best solution.

Li Nuo looked at the drawing on the table and rapidly began to deduce in his mind.

He quickly realized that just with the knowledge of the Medical School, he couldn't modify the cultivation technique.

The Medical School was adequate, but he lacked far too much in the area of the Martial Path.

Song Yiren had just finished practicing her swordsmanship and walked into the room, wanting to see what Li Nuo was doing. She caught a glimpse of the drawing on the table, blushed with embarrassment, and covering her face she said, "How can you draw such things!"

Li Nuo glanced at her.

What he drew depended on what she was thinking in her heart.

In his eyes, it was merely a diagram of the human body.

He had just outlined the contours and hadn't detailed anything; yet, she was already blushing. That was quite shallow of her, he thought.

Li Nuo looked at her and asked, "Haven't you been sleeping well these past few days?"

The doctors at the Imperial Hospital were the best in Daxia, highly proficient in the basic skills of observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking. Li Nuo could tell from just one glance that her recent sleep had been poor.

Song Yiren glanced back at Li Nuo.

How could she possibly sleep well when her husband was taken by another?

Especially in the deep silence of the night, as she lay alone on her bed, feelings of injustice and resentment surged in her heart, making it very difficult for her to sleep.

Rest was very important; poor sleep could lead to anxiety, irritability, tension, and quickness to anger.

Yiren's behavior was an exact testament to this.

Li Nuo looked at her and asked, "Do you want to have a good sleep?"

Song Yiren snapped back, "What a silly question!"

She had been tormented by insomnia these past few days, unable to sleep at night, lethargic during the day, and constantly in a bad mood.

Li Nuo walked over to the bed and sat down, gently patted the bed, and said, "Come up."

Seeing Song Yiren's perplexed expression, he explained, "I know some massage techniques that aid sleep. If I press some points on your head, it might help with your sleep."

The Imperial Hospital had many massage therapists, and his skills in this area were fully honed.

Song Yiren knew well that her insomnia was due to her worries.

Phoenix had already tried many methods to help her, from massages to aromatherapy, but nothing had worked.

Yet, she still walked over, took off her shoes, and lay down on the bed.

The bed that Song Jiaren could lie on, she could too.

Yiren lay on the bed, and Li Nuo looked down for a moment. They indeed looked like sisters, and despite different living environments, if he did not look at their faces, but only at their figures, he could hardly tell them apart.

Such was the powerful role of genetics.

Li Nuo unfolded the blanket and covered her, leaving only her head exposed.

He sat by the bed and said, "Close your eyes."

Song Yiren closed her eyes, and Li Nuo placed his hands on her head, finding the right acupuncture points and then gently applied pressure.

"Mmm..."

Amid the slight pain, there was a tingling, itchiness, and a feeling as if being electrified, which made her involuntarily moan.

Li Nuo's hand involuntarily trembled.

Song Yiren also realized something, eyes closed, her face slightly blushed.

Li Nuo composed himself, using the unique techniques of the Medical School, he gently massaged the acupoints on her head, which, if assisted by Medical Family True Qi, would make her even more comfortable, and allow her to fall asleep within seconds.

However, exchanging cultivation required risking one's life, and explaining it was also troublesome, so Li Nuo ultimately chose to rely solely on manual techniques.

Song Yiren was initially shy but soon, as a tingling sensation of relief spread from her head, a deep sense of weariness completely engulfed her.

Moments later, Li Nuo's hand left Yiren's head.

In just a short while, she had fallen deeply asleep, even letting out a soft snore.

It seemed she had indeed not slept well.

When Yiren fell asleep, Li Nuo could no longer distinguish her from his wife.

Looking down at the face that was all too familiar to him, the thought that she might have become his wife evoked a strange feeling in Li Nuo's heart.

Li Nuo reached out to tidy her hair on her forehead, when he heard faint footsteps at the door.

He turned his head and saw Lady Mother-in-law standing at the doorway, looking at him with scrutiny.

Li Nuo slowly stood up and tiptoed to the door; after closing the room door from the outside, Su Qing asked, "What are you doing?"

Li Nuo said, "Yiren hasn't rested well these past few days, I helped her massage the acupoints on her head to aid her sleep, let her sleep a bit longer."

Su Qing looked at the room door, then said, "The elders and disciples from both the Yuqing and Taiching lineages will also participate in this Martial Arts Tournament. The sect has sent a letter asking me to inform you about it."

They actually didn't intend to participate.

But this Martial Arts Tournament, with the Grandmaster from the Five Mountains Sword Sect and Shu Mountain, even the Second-class Sects, all without exception were participating. If they didn't join, it wouldn't just be failing to give face to the court, but the court, in union with the entire Martial Arts circle, would isolate them.

After hearing these matters, the other two lineages also couldn't sit still any longer.

Li Nuo nodded and said, "No problem, I will have the Ministry of Rites prepared."

Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was thrilled inside.

If the Grandmasters of the Sanqing Sect were also mobilized, then at this Martial Arts Tournament, the number of Grandmaster-level warriors had already surpassed sixty.

Sixty Grandmasters, the entire Daxia, in the open, the Grandmasters wouldn't surpass a hundred and fifty.

Among them, the Martial Arts accounted for more than one-third, the number of court's Grandmasters should be about the same as the Martial Arts, the rest, either belonged to some famous families or were loners, hard to trace.

The Grandmasters of the court, a great majority were stationed in the military, and the rest controlled by the Imperial Family; these were the people Li Nuo could not invite.

Regarding those Grandmasters who were about to arrive, Li Nuo had already prepared a grand gift for them.

...

Chang'an.

More than ten figures, covered in dust, walked through the city gates.

Several young people looked back at the towering gates and couldn't help but let out sounds of amazement.

"This is Chang'an."

"So impressive!"

"So many people on the streets..."

"The streets here are so clean, much cleaner than those in our Wu State!"

An old man with a hooked nose glanced at them and said, "Mind your expressions, don't look like country bumpkins entering a city, you'll disgrace our Sky Eagle Sect!"

The young people, hearing this, immediately became serious.

The hook-nosed old man surveyed his surroundings. It had been twenty years since he last visited Chang'an, and the current Chang'an had indeed undergone significant changes compared to twenty years ago.

The most significant change was the clean ground.

The former Chang'an wasn't this clean; sewage ran across the ground and trash was everywhere. Now, the grounds were so clean that he felt somewhat guilty just spitting casually on the ground.

Just as he was about to head to the Ministry of Rites to handle the conference matters, a passerby who noticed the thick phlegm on the ground pointed at him and frowned, saying, "Old man, you're not young anymore, how can you be so unhygienic..."

After speaking, the passerby waved at a group of Imperial Guards nearby and said, "My Lords of the Imperial Guard, I report, there's someone violating the decree, spitting on the ground!"