As the supreme internal energy cultivation method of the
Tang San undid the Great Master's upper garment and carefully observed the black qi on his body. Under the influence of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, the black qi gradually converged and flowed toward the Great Master's right arm. Even now, Tang San still did not remove the cloth binding from the Great Master's arm.
Poisoned blood flowed out, and the Great Master's swollen arm gradually receded, his skin color slowly returning to normal. A look of pain crossed the Great Master's face, and moans began to escape his lips.
As the dark purple-black blood gradually drained away, fresh red blood began to appear. The Great Master's arm had become somewhat pale. Only then did Tang San cut open the cloth binding on the arm, using his internal energy to expel the last of the toxin all at once. He quickly sealed the blood vessels in the arm and tore several strips of cloth from his own clothes to wrap around the wound.
The reason he had not been in a hurry to remove the cloth binding earlier was that he feared the Great Master would lose too much blood—after all, the poison had been in his body for quite some time.
With the toxin fully removed, Tang San's face was drenched in sweat. Although the Mysterious Heaven Skill had reached the second level, it was still far from powerful, and using internal energy to assist in detoxification was the most draining technique in terms of both energy and stamina. The sense of power he had gained from absorbing the Soul Ring now left him feeling somewhat weakened.
Tang San used clean water to wash the Great Master's arm, then buried the small pit filled with poisoned blood with dirt. Only then was all the work complete.
Afterward, the Great Master remained unconscious for a full three days. During that time he continuously ran a fever, and Tang San could only force some clean water down his throat each day. To give the Great Master's body some nutrition, he even cut a piece from a tree trunk to fashion a small pot, using the dried meat he had brought to boil some meat broth with clean water. Since they were in the Hunting Soul Forest, Tang San did not dare stray even a single step from the Great Master's side.
Fortunately, their luck held. Although Soul Beasts occasionally passed through the area, most were ten-year Soul Beasts with low aggression, and they gave Tang San no trouble.
"What happened to me?" When the Great Master finally regained consciousness, it was already noon on the fourth day.
His weakened body could not summon a shred of strength. The Great Master felt his vision go blurry, and the sensation of the world spinning left him unable to find his bearings—even lifting his hand was an exhausting effort.
"Teacher, you're awake." Tang San hurried to the Great Master's side in surprise and channeled a wisp of pure internal energy into his body.
With the help of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, the Great Master's spirits lifted somewhat, and his eyes gradually began to focus.
"Little San, I'm still alive?" The Great Master looked at Tang San beside him with some astonishment.
Tang San nodded. "Teacher, you're doing well. But I'm afraid you'll need a long time to recover."
The Great Master turned his head with difficulty and looked at his right arm. "You saved me, didn't you?"
Tang San scratched his head. "When I was little, Dad taught me some basic methods for treating poison wounds. When I saw you had passed out, I could only give it a try. Trying gives you a chance—might as well treat a dead horse as if it were alive."
"Well, I never—since when is a teacher a horse?" The Great Master managed a thin smile, though his already stiff features, combined with his current pallor, made the expression look worse than crying.
Being alive was always a wonderful thing, even for the Great Master, who had devoted his entire life to Martial Soul research with an unyielding pride.
Tang San chuckled. "Teacher, rest for a while. I'll go warm up some meat broth for you. Now that you're awake, you can rest a few more hours before having some dried rations. We should leave the Hunting Soul Forest as soon as possible—the conditions here are terrible, and the air is too damp. It's not good for your wound to recover."
The Great Master seemed to suddenly recall something. "Little San, did you succeed?" For him, the theory he had devoted his research to was even more important than life itself.
Tang San smiled. "Teacher, don't worry. I succeeded. Look."
As he spoke, Tang San raised his right hand. A faint white glow appeared on the surface of his skin, and then deep
His previous Blue Silver Grass had been less than half a finger's width, but now the blades had grown to three fingers wide, the grass leaves several times thicker than before, marked with strange patterns. Dozens of Blue Silver Grass blades spread rapidly outward, their tips rising like a dozen Mandala Snakes hunting in every direction.
The Blue Silver Grass carried no trace of the
The Great Master's eyes blazed with an intensely excited light. Straining to contain his eagerness, he asked, "How is its resilience?"
Seeing was believing. Tang San answered with action. One of the dozen-odd Blue Silver Grass blades that had detached from his palm suddenly flew upward, coiling around a small tree as thick as an arm. The other end returned to Tang San's hand, and he pulled hard with his right hand. The tree's trunk immediately bent, drawing the Blue Silver Grass taut as a bowstring—yet the blade showed not the slightest sign of breaking.
"Excellent. Truly excellent. It seems my judgment was entirely correct. After receiving the Mandala Snake's Soul Ring, the Blue Silver Grass has become far more resilient. If I'm not mistaken, it should also carry some of the Mandala Snake's toxicity. But—what exactly is its skill now?"
(End of Chapter)