Ascent of Hero on the Dragon Throne

"You know the Magic Spiritual Space, Sue? It gives me the impression that you really learned a lot when you were around Isis," Rocky said as he was caught on the hop. Sue could tell from his move that he was opening the Magic Spiritual Space. Rocky hadn't expected that.

"I've seen Miss Isis performed it before. She even taught me a mental cultivation method," Sue said as she held out one hand, faint spiritual power glimmering on her palm. She already had some semblance of a spirit manipulator.

"It seems you are close to the second grade of the Mortal Stage." Rocky arched one brow, feeling a little surprised that Isis had taught Sue the method of mental cultivation.

"It's not even close to what you can accomplish. I still need to work on it. I haven't scratched the surface. Miss Isis told me that a spirit manipulator could only be counted as a master after reaching the Heavenly Stage," Sue said, gazing at Rocky admiringly.

"I'm flattered. I'd be indebted to you if you don't tell Isis that I have reached the Heavenly Stage," Rocky said, knowing that if Isis heard that he had progressed so fast, he would definitely get the third degree from her.

Just then, the Magic Spiritual Space opened, and out came four beasts. They packed into the courtyard, jumping and sprinting after being closed in the Magic Spiritual Space for so long. Rocky's Magic Spiritual Space was the size of a farm, but there was nothing inside it. The four beasts couldn't come upon anything to amuse themselves there, so they just slept most of the time.

Sue's mouth dropped opened when she caught sight of the four beasts, especially Rubygon now a head taller than her.

"Bet they give you goose pimples, right?" Rocky grinned. Musical peals of laughter came thick and fast.

"Rubygon is growing up honestly in double-quick time. Look at the size of it! All these are your spirit-manipulated beasts? Here are four of them. Miss Isis told me that a spirit manipulator could only have one spirit-manipulated beast. But you have four!" Sue seemed a little

and observed this orange war dragon. Its right leg was swollen badly and its body was convulsing violently, but it was still conscious.

"How long has it been in this condition?" Rocky asked Sheridan.

"It's been half a month. At the beginning, it just couldn't walk normally. Then its leg swelled up. A few days ago it began convulsing like this and couldn't eat or drink. I used various treatments but none of them worked. I'm afraid that it won't last three days if it keeps going like this," Sheridan said with anxiety written all over his raddled face.

"It sounds like edema. The muscles and nerves in its right leg may have suffered severe injuries. Many nerves are severed inside, causing the secretion disorder of the nerve system. A substantial amount of blood and water accumulates in its right leg." A brief investigation was all Rocky needed; then he made the conclusion quickly. He had seen too many cases like this in the northeast military camp.

"Is there any way we can heal it?" Sheridan inquired.

"It requires surgery." Rocky stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Surgery? Well, do whatever you have to! This war dragon is a member of the Elite Regiment. It will ruin my reputation if I can't cure it," Sheridan urged. He had treated many beasts but never came across a situation like this one. He had no idea what to do until Rocky was here.