Versatile Mage: Reincarnation of the Strongest Gojo Satoru of the Contemporary Era

Chapter 74: Saran's Identity and Injury
The surging army of undead finally retreated, and Han Ji, Zhu Meng, and even the people in the ancient capital all showed smiles of relief after surviving the tragedy.

But this situation did not last long, and what happened next made everyone silent.

Mu He died at the top of the Clock Tower Magic Association, and no one among them would do anything to harm him at this time.

Obviously, it was done by Saran who was hiding among them, or by Lingxi, the elder of the Hunter Alliance.

Just yesterday, when the ancient king led the undead army to retreat, Ling Xi avoided everyone's sight, came to the top of the tower, and killed Mu He.

In addition, Zuo Feng, a psychic mage from the Royal Guards Mage Corps, also died tragically. Saran's killing method was very cruel, as he forcibly took out the mage's heart.

"Salang's whereabouts have disappeared, and we can't do anything about it. What about Gojo Satoru? He was a great hero this time!"

Saran had disappeared from everyone's sight, so Zhu Meng simply stopped caring and began to ask about Gojo Satoru's condition.

Gu Du was able to survive this catastrophe, and Gojo Satoru played an indispensable role in this. We cannot allow any accidents to happen.

"His soul has suffered a very serious backlash, and I don't know where to start." Han Ji's face looked very ugly.

Gojo Satoru was definitely Gu Du's savior, but as one of the best healing mages in the country, he was helpless against his injuries.

As soon as Han Ji's words came out, the expressions of the people present kept changing.

You know, Han Ji's healing ability is first-rate, almost second only to the Parthenon. If he
"President, do you think we can spend a lot of money to try to find the Parthenon?" Lu Huan did not accept this answer at first.

This kid has contributed to the ancient capital many times. No matter how high the price is, as long as they can afford it, they cannot give up.

"Yes, if all else fails, go to the Parthenon!" Zhu Meng also said loudly.

"Don't be so impatient. I haven't finished what I'm saying yet." Han Ji waved his hand to signal everyone to calm down, and then continued: "Gojo Satoru's spiritual realm has reached the sixth realm. This soul backlash will not cause his soul to perish. At most, he will be unconscious for a while."

"President, you're gasping for breath!" Lu Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that his life was not in danger.

"Yeah, what the hell is going on? You scared me!"

Zhu Meng, Fei Jiao, Du Xiao, Lu Xu and others were all frightened and broke out in cold sweats.

I thought this high-level genius with super-level combat power had fallen. It was really scary.

"The president still has something to say, don't be so surprised!" Military Commander Yao Ting said to them unhappily.

Hearing this, Zhu Meng, Lu Huan and the others' mood changed from sunny to cloudy again, and they all looked at Han Ji with nervous expressions.

"After waking up, his soul needs a lot of time to recover, and he won't be able to improve his cultivation during the recovery period." Han Ji added helplessly.

"That's not too bad... No, Old Han, how long will it take Gojo Satoru to recover?" Lu Huan didn't realize it at first, but he soon realized it.

Several other people had the same problem.

"If there is nothing to heal the soul, it will probably take four to five years." Han Ji said with a sigh.

"Then how long will it take for us to get the money for him?" Lu Huan asked.

Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, Fei Jiao and others nodded repeatedly to express that they were willing to spend manpower and resources to find it.

Although there are few resources for healing the soul on the market, it is not impossible for old guys like these to get them by using their connections.

"At least one or two years." Han Ji said in a deep voice.

"That's almost the same. The World National Tournament happens to be held during this period. Even if Gojo Satoru is injured, he is better than those useless high-level guys!" Zhu Meng said excitedly.

It's only been one or two years, and this result is barely acceptable.

"Indeed, let him win glory for the country and take back the resources lost in previous years!" Lu Huan also nodded.

"Well, rest for a year or two, and then break through to the super level!" Lu Xu also said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, if that kid breaks through to the super level, won't he be able to kill top monarchs like the Mountain Corpse?" Du Xiao suddenly thought of this question.

"It's necessary!"

"Should we bring him here?" "The guy in the south has already noticed him. Do you dare to fight for him?"

"I'll go ask our guy."

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A few months later.

In a simple wooden house, Gojo Satoru, who had been lying on the bed and sleeping for a long time, couldn't help but move his eyelids.

"Cough cough~~" After Gojo Satoru opened his eyes, he felt a sense of weakness and a stinging pain from his six eyes.

The memories before he fell into coma lingered in his mind for a long time. In desperation, he took out a long-unused black cloth strip from the storage magic device and tied up Liuyan and part of his hair.

The sight was reduced a lot, and the stinging pain in the six eyes became much lighter. Although the body was still very weak, it was much better than the stinging pain in the eyes.

"The ancient king should be above the monarch level, otherwise how could the backlash be so outrageous!" Gojo Satoru said with a look of fear.

He had just felt that the injuries caused by the backlash of the soul were very serious and he had no idea where to start.

Suddenly, the door of the wooden house opened and a handsome young man walked in. It was Mo Fan.

"Where are you taking me?" Gojo Satoru looked at Mo Fan who came in and asked curiously.

Mo Fan moved a stool over and sat down before continuing, "We are now in a Taoist temple on the top of Mount Hua. Old man Han Ji told me to practice in seclusion here and try to recover the lost Demonic cultivation.

As for why you came here to recuperate, Wu, you have been in a coma for several months. "

"Demon System! If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it. Didn't your Demon System disappear? How come it's back again?" Gojo Satoru asked while eating a lollipop.

“I don’t know what happened to the demon system either. It seems like it has never disappeared.” Mo Fan recounted his experience in the Demon Abyss.

"Oh, is that so?" Gojo Satoru nodded thoughtfully.

The demonic power lurks in the body and erupts in moments of crisis, and that's it.

"I'll go get you some food. You haven't eaten for several months. You must be starving." Mo Fan saw Gojo Satoru in a daze and walked out of the room.

After Mo Fan left, the room became empty again, with only Gojo Satoru left.

"Hey, old man, eavesdropping on other people's conversations is not a good habit!"

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru shouted casually to the stool on the right.

The next moment, a white-haired old man in a gray Taoist robe appeared on the empty stool.

"My friend, it seems that you have recovered well." The white-haired Taoist said with a smile.

Seeing this man wearing a Taoist robe, Gojo Satoru quickly thought of the old Taoist priest that Mo Fan had just mentioned, and thought that this must be this person.

"Thank you for your care during this period." Gojo Satoru thanked him politely.

“When someone entrusts me with a task, I should do my best.” The white-haired old Taoist waved his hand, and his slightly silvery eyes glanced at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru also looked at the old Taoist.

I can only come to the same conclusion as Dean Xiao and Old Man Bao, which is unfathomable.

"You are very special." After observing each other for a while, the white-haired Taoist took the initiative to speak, his tone showing great interest and curiosity.

“No matter how special he is, he still lost to the Undead Emperor.” Gojo Satoru said with a wry smile.

He felt that the person in front of him seemed to have seen his origins, but this origin was actually dispensable.
"Hehe, my friend, you are still young and have a long future ahead of you." The white-haired old Taoist said with relief, and then placed the things collected by Han Ji, Zhu Meng and others on the table, "These are spiritual objects that can heal soul injuries. They were sent by Han Ji and others. They can speed up your recovery. Use them first, and we'll talk about it later if they're not enough."

"Okay, thank them for me when you see them." Gojo Satoru didn't act pretentiously and accepted it directly.

(End of this chapter)