A prism-like fantastical light spread out with Han Yan as the center, enveloping Jian Wuchen within it.

Jian Wuchen initially had a smile on his face, like watching a child showing off a beloved toy. However, upon hearing Ye Yanran’s chant and seeing the multicolored light, his expression suddenly turned solemn as if he had thought of something.

Han Yan focused her Divine Sense on Jian Wuchen’s meridians but noticed no obvious changes. Clearly, even the Innate Divine Ability of a Guardian of the Gods could not heal Jian Wuchen’s injuries.

"If it doesn’t work, then so be it. I hadn’t held much hope for a long time. If it can be healed, that would be a great fortune. If not, it’s fate." Jian Wuchen could also feel no change in his meridians and laughed heartily, secretly mocking himself: It seems I’ve overthought it, just an ordinary Innate Divine Ability of a Guardian of the Gods, why would it be linked to that?

If it were other injuries, this girl’s Innate Divine Ability wouldn’t have much problem, but healing my wounds is quite far off. But it can’t be helped; she means well, and I can’t make things too awkward for others.

Jian Wuchen didn’t have much hope to begin with, so naturally, he wouldn’t have great expectations and instead thought considerately.

At that moment, Han Yan suddenly flicked the sword’s edge, her fingertip brushing over it.

A drop of fresh blood fell from her finger, landing on Jian Wuchen’s arm.

As it touched Jian Wuchen’s arm, the blood turned a golden hue. Instantly, a burst of golden light bloomed, and the drop of Blood Pearl seeped into Jian Wuchen’s skin like raindrops entering the dry ground after a long drought.

"Divine Blood Healing, it’s truly the Divine Blood Healing Technique!" Jian Wuchen exclaimed, trembling with excitement.

As he cried out, that drop of golden blood had completely permeated Jian Wuchen’s body. Though it was just a tiny drop, a faint golden hue spread over his skin.

Han Yan constantly watched the subtle changes within him using her Divine Sense, and to her astonishment, she discovered a peculiar force moving through his Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Though this force was so delicate that without the prior cultivation of the Divine Martial Soul Refining Technique, her Divine Sense couldn’t have noticed it, being much stronger than an ordinary Sword Saint.

Yet this force was so mysteriously miraculous, it seemed to possess endless Divine Skills. As it circulated through his body, Jian Wuchen’s right arm meridian, once utterly devoid of life force like a withered tree, suddenly regained vitality.

Jian Wuchen’s right hand trembled as he slowly drew the Longsword, slashing into the air.

"Swoosh," the Sword Dao cut through the sky.

It lacked the grand and earth-shattering presence of a Sword Saint master, yet this Sword Light was so pure, filled with a sacred sanctity and serenity, seemingly capable of dispelling all darkness and slaughter in the world. Most importantly, this Sword Light was released entirely through the Holy Saint Gang Qi, wielded by that right arm which had been useless for a thousand years.

The Sword Light lasted only briefly, and as Jin Qisheng had just stepped down from Holy Sword Peak, he suddenly sensed something and looked up, just in time to see the Sword Light flicker across the sky.

"Whose sword technique is this, with such enduring sacred intent and noble righteousness!" Jin Qisheng was filled with amazement.

Although the Holy Court was filled with experts, aside from the Holy Master, he knew of no one else capable of such a sword technique. Yet, despite its noble righteousness, the strike clearly lacked power, not something from the Holy Master.

"Could it be Jian Wuchen’s Wuchen Sword?" A thought struck Jin Qisheng, but he quickly shook his head, thinking, "Impossible, it couldn’t be him. So many Medical Saints in the Holy Court couldn’t heal his wounds, and I myself exhausted all efforts but to no avail. Who could possibly heal him? That young girl’s arrogance knows no bounds, could anyone truly trust her words?"

With these thoughts, Jin Qisheng’s face filled with disdain. A girl not even twenty, boasting with some family heritage and cultivation, speaking wild words without understanding her limits!

Thinking of Han Yan, he recalled the death of his sworn brother, feeling a surge of resentment and couldn’t be bothered to think further.

On Holy Court Peak, others also noticed the Sword Light streaking across the sky. However, the strike lacked any real power and disappeared too quickly, so they didn’t think much of it.

Only Han Yan looked at Jian Wuchen in disbelief. With her experience from two lifetimes and her Late Stage Great Sword Master cultivation, she easily recognized the strike’s strength. It was so sacred and solemn, with such noble righteousness, though Jian Wuchen’s meridians had only just regained some vitality, not enough to truly unleash the strike’s might. Otherwise, anyone with even a slight wavering in willpower might not have found the mind to resist such a strike.

However, what surprised Han Yan the most wasn’t this, but how had Ye Yanran’s Innate Divine Ability become so powerful?

From her understanding, Ye Yanran’s Heavenly Rain Divine Healing Technique, although miraculous, had varying effects on different people. Used on the descendants of the Guardian of the Gods, its healing effect was far greater than on ordinary cultivators. If used on close associates like Huayue, the effects were even more remarkable. Furthermore, the healing efficacy related to strength, as too great a strength disparity reduced the effect significantly.

Jian Wuchen only suffered from a damaged right arm, his cultivation still intact, and the difference between him and Ye Yanran was like heaven and earth. Furthermore, when Han Yan probed his injuries earlier, she felt he lacked the Guardian of the Gods’ bloodline. Therefore, she originally thought that Ye Yanran’s Heavenly Rain Divine Healing Technique would at most clear his meridians, and if lucky, give some vitality to his meridians.

Little did she know, once the Heavenly Rain Divine Healing Technique was applied, his meridians regained vitality, even allowing the Holy Saint Gang Qi to flow and unleash such an astounding strike.

This was clearly not due to Ye Yanran’s Heavenly Rain Divine Healing Technique alone, but more so due to that drop of fresh blood. But was her own blood really that potent? Though Han Yan had mentally prepared for this earlier, seeing Jian Wuchen’s injuries recover so quickly was still somewhat unbelievable.

"Han Yan, my injuries have lingered for so many years, and I’d long thought there would be no chance of healing in this lifetime. I never expected your Innate Divine Ability to be so powerful, please... let this old man worship you!" Jian Wuchen was even more moved, tears welling up. As he spoke, he bowed towards Han Yan.

"Uncle Wuchen, you must be joking with your junior, please get up, get up." Han Yan dared not accept such a grand gesture from Jian Wuchen and hurriedly helped him up, saying a bit embarrassedly, "Actually, I didn’t expect Yanran’s Innate Divine Ability to have such miraculous effects either."

"Indeed, I didn’t expect it either, but the reason isn’t her Innate Divine Ability, it’s you. So, the legend is true after all." Jian Wuchen, not being one to be coy, found Han Yan’s awkward expression amusing, so he straightened up and said with emotion.

"What legend?" Han Yan asked curiously.