Douro Continent

Chapter 45 First Soul Ring Skill (Part Two)

Tang San placed one hand on the master's chest, unleashing the internal energy of his newly enhanced Xuan Tian Gong. His left hand tapped repeatedly, sealing four meridians in the master's chest to prevent the poison from spreading. Simultaneously, his right hand gently massaged the master's chest, using his internal energy to promote the circulation of qi and blood within the master's body, slowly forcing the toxins to one spot.

As the highest internal energy cultivation method of the Tang Clan, the Xuan Tian Gong has a strong detoxification effect. It is not a fierce internal force, but it is extremely delicate, penetrating the master's body like silk threads, striving to leave no trace of trouble.

After unbuttoning the master's shirt, Tang San carefully observed the black aura on the master's body. Under the effect of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, the black aura gradually gathered together and flowed towards the master's right arm. At this time, Tang San still did not untie the strip of cloth on the master's arm.

As the poisonous blood flowed out, the master's swollen arm gradually shrank back, and the color of his skin gradually returned to normal. The master's face showed a look of pain, and he began to groan.

As the purplish-black blood gradually drained away, bright red blood began to appear, and the master's arm had turned somewhat pale. Tang San then removed the strips of cloth from the master's arm, using his internal energy to quickly expel the last of the toxins at once. He then swiftly sealed the blood vessels in the master's arm and tore several strips of cloth from his own body to wrap around the wound.

The reason he wasn't in a hurry to untie the bandages on the master's arm was because he was afraid the master would bleed too much, since he had been poisoned for quite some time.

After the toxins were removed, Tang San was covered in sweat. Although his Xuan Tian Gong had reached the second level, it was still not considered powerful. Using internal energy to assist in expelling the poison was the most energy-consuming and mentally taxing task. The sense of power he had gained from absorbing the soul rings had also become somewhat weak.

Tang San washed the master's arm clean with water, then covered the small pit full of poisonous blood with soil. Only then was the work complete.

For the next three days, the master remained unconscious, during which time he suffered from a persistent fever. Tang San could only give him some water each day. To help the master replenish his body with some nutrition, he even cut off a piece of tree trunk to make a small pot and cooked some broth with the dried meat he had brought. Because this was the Soul Hunting Forest, Tang San dared not stray too far from the master.

Fortunately, they were quite lucky. Although some spirit beasts occasionally passed by, most of them were ten-year spirit beasts and were not very aggressive, so they did not cause Tang San any trouble.

"What's wrong with me?" When the master regained consciousness, it was already noon on the fourth day.

His weak body couldn't muster any strength. The master felt dizzy and disoriented, and even lifting his hand was difficult.

"Teacher, you're awake." Tang San approached the master in surprise and channeled a stream of pure internal energy into the master's body.

With the help of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, the master's spirits lifted somewhat, and his eyes gradually focused again.

"Xiao San, I'm still alive?" The master looked at Tang San beside him with some surprise.

Tang San nodded and said, "Teacher, you're doing very well. But this time you'll probably need to rest for a long time."

The master turned his head with difficulty and looked at his right arm. "You saved me, didn't you?"

Tang San scratched his head and said, "When I was little, my father taught me some simple ways to treat poison wounds. I saw you were unconscious at the time, so I had no choice but to try. There's always a chance if we try, even if it seems hopeless."

"You have no manners! Who would call a teacher a horse?" The master forced a smile, but given his already stiff face and current paleness, his smile was even more unsightly than a cry.

Living is always a wonderful thing, even for proud masters who have dedicated their lives to the research of martial spirits.

Tang San chuckled and said, "Teacher, please rest for a while. I'll heat up some meat broth for you. Now that you're awake, you can rest for a few more hours before you can eat some dry rations. We can also leave the Soul Hunter Forest as soon as possible. The environment here is too harsh, and the air is too humid, which is not good for the healing of your wounds."

The master seemed to suddenly remember something, "Xiao San, did you succeed?" For him, the theory he was researching was even more important than life itself.

Tang San smiled and said, "Teacher, don't worry. I succeeded. Look."

As he spoke, Tang San raised his right hand, a faint white light appearing on his skin. Then, deep blue Blue Silver Grass surged forth from his palm. A clear yellow halo rose from beneath his feet, swirling around his body. These were the distinctive characteristics of a one-ring Soul Master.

Previously, the Blue Silver Grass was less than half a finger wide, but now it has grown to three fingers wide, and the leaves are several times thicker than before, with strange patterns. Dozens of Blue Silver Grasses spread rapidly in all directions, with the tips of the leaves raised, like more than ten Datura snakes foraging for food.

The Blue Silver Grass did not carry the fishy smell of the Datura snake, but only a faint tea fragrance, an intoxicating aroma that was full of danger.

The master's eyes gleamed with intense excitement. Suppressing his excitement, he asked, "How's the resilience?"

Seeing is believing. Tang San answered the master with his actions. One of the more than ten Blue Silver Grasses that had left his palm suddenly flew up and wrapped around a small tree about the thickness of an arm. The other one returned to Tang San's hand. He pulled hard with his right hand, and the trunk of the small tree bent down immediately, making the Blue Silver Grass taut and straight, but without any sign of breaking.

"Good, that's excellent. It seems my judgment was entirely correct. After the Blue Silver Grass was infused with the Mandragora Serpent Soul Ring, it became more resilient. If I'm not mistaken, it should also retain some of the Mandragora Serpent's venom. But what are its current skills?"

(End of this chapter)