Rather than brute-forcing the damage away, it guided the plant into healing itself. It drew energy from the surrounding air and soil, using Lin Mu's Qi only as a catalyst rather than the primary source.
The herb trembled. Its withered leaves unfurled. New roots crept outward like silken tendrils. In mere minutes, it was blooming again—stronger than before.
"So that's the key…" Lin Mu exhaled. "If I overuse it, it drains me. But if I guide the healing and let nature assist, the cost is reduced."
He stayed in the glade for hours, practicing subtle applications—mending cracked tree bark, restoring burnt patches of moss, even easing the stiffness in an old deer's legs when it wandered nearby.
Each test refined his control. Each success expanded the sutra's responses.
By sunset, Lin Mu had reached a conclusion:
The Healing Heart Sutra could save lives—even from the brink of death.
