Chapter 346
Tang 3 He wasn't exactly a pure human to begin with!
Yu Xiaogang nodded and pushed the door open to enter.
Only a dim oil lamp was lit in the dormitory.
On the simple wooden bed, Tang San lay quietly, his face as pale as paper, his lips bloodless, and even faintly tinged with an ominous bluish-gray.
His breathing was shallow and rapid, and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, which dampened the black hair at his temples.
Even while unconscious, his brows were tightly furrowed into a "川" shape, as if he were struggling in a nightmare.
On the exposed arms and calves, several purplish-black bruises left by toxins that have not yet completely faded can be seen, and the blood vessels under the skin also appear to be an abnormal dark color.
Seeing this scene, Yu Xiaogang felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by a cold, large hand, and the pain was so intense that he could hardly breathe.
He walked to the bedside and sat down very gently, afraid of disturbing the unconscious Tang San.
He extended his slightly trembling hand and carefully placed it on Tang San's wrist, a pure and gentle soul power slowly probing in.
The soul power circulated within Tang San's body, and the feedback made Yu Xiaogang's expression even more solemn.
The dantian and dantian were like a dried-up, cracked riverbed. The internal energy of the Xuan Tian Gong was so weak that it was almost imperceptible. Only at the very core, there was an extremely faint trace of the original source slowly rotating to protect itself.
The meridians are empty and hollow, and many of the fine branches even show signs of shrinkage. This is a sign of collapse after excessive overexertion.
To recover, not only is a massive replenishment of soul power required, but also time for nurturing; otherwise, irreparable hidden dangers will remain, affecting the foundation of future cultivation.
Moreover, the neurotoxicity of the human-faced spider is like a leech, not completely eliminated.
Like cunning ghosts, they lurked in the gaps between Tang San's bones, nerve endings, and near some important acupoints.
The traces of toxins were particularly noticeable near the spine and along several main nerve plexuses, which was the root cause of his paralysis on one side of his body and convulsions during his coma.
Clearing away these deep-seated toxins requires extremely sophisticated treatment methods or specific antidote artifacts, which cannot be easily resolved by ordinary soul masters or medicines.
"The mistress..."
Yu Xiaogang's voice was low and hoarse, almost inaudible, carrying a weariness and confusion that even he himself was unaware of.
"You need to get better soon... Teacher... Teacher needs you... to prove it..."
What are you proving?
How can we prove his theory is correct?
How can we prove that Tang San is no worse than Lin Xia?
Or does it prove that the master and disciple were not powerless in the face of this sudden upheaval and an insurmountable enemy?
He didn't know either.
All he knew was that seeing Tang San's current weakness and thinking of Lin Xia's unfathomable figure, an unprecedented and immense pressure weighed heavily on his shoulders.
three days later.
The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, but on the dilapidated playground of Shrek Academy, a figure was already sweating profusely.
Tang San.
His upper body was bare, and his lean yet powerful physique, which was originally covered with hideous purplish-black poison marks and several deep, corrosive wounds that exposed bone, had miraculously healed most of them!
Only faint pink new flesh and a few shallow marks remained, testifying to the near-death struggle that had just taken him by a hair's breadth. His movements were swift and powerful, his punches whistling and his legs whipping like whips, seamlessly combining Tang Clan's ultimate techniques with the Mysterious Jade Hand and Ghost Shadow Steps, as if he had never suffered any serious injury.
Sweat trickled down his sharply defined cheeks and dripped into the dust, while a near-obsessive flame burned in his revitalized purple demon eyes.
Within those flames was resentment at one's own weakness, anger at lost opportunities, and a madness that had been fully unleashed, an eagerness to prove something.
Lin Xia stood in the shade of an old locust tree not far away, arms crossed, her deep eyes quietly watching the figure in the arena.
The morning breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, but it couldn't dispel the rare, almost frozen look of astonishment in his eyes.
"How...is this possible?"
Even with Lin Xia's calm and composed nature, and having witnessed countless bizarre and wonderful things, she couldn't help but feel a surge of shock in her heart at this moment.
Three days! Just three days!
What was Tang San like three days ago?
His soul power was depleted like a dried-up riverbed, his meridians were cracked and on the verge of collapse, and the domineering neurotoxin of the human-faced demon spider penetrated deep into his bone marrow, numbing half of his body. Even more terrifying was the trauma originating from the depths of his soul - the emptiness and weakness of being forcibly stripped of some grand opportunity, which almost crushed his spirit completely!
Such injuries would make it impossible for any Soul Master to get out of bed without ten days or half a month of meticulous treatment and rest, plus the assistance of rare medicines.
It will take at least a month to regain mobility; to return to peak condition and eliminate any hidden dangers, it will require years of nurturing and care!
But what about Tang San?
Only three days have passed!
Three days ago, he was unconscious like a lump of mud, barely breathing, as if his life force might be extinguished at any moment. Now, however, he is full of energy, sweating on the playground, and carrying out high-intensity recovery training!
Those injuries that would have killed an ordinary Soul Master were visibly fading away on him, as if they had been forcibly erased by some invisible force!
Lin Xia could even clearly sense that the originally depleted soul power within Tang San's body was now like a stream nourished by spring rain. Although it was not yet fully full and surging, it had already regained its vitality and was circulating in an orderly manner under the guidance of the Xuan Tian Gong, nourishing the damaged meridians.
The deep-seated numbness had almost completely disappeared, leaving only a tiny, insignificant residual poison stubbornly resisting.
"This recovery ability... is just too incredible!"
Lin Xia frowned deeply, and for the first time, she felt a sense of gravity towards this "chosen one" that was beyond the control of the script.
"They don't seem human at all!"
He tried to explain the potential of twin martial souls using his understanding of the Soul Master theory.
The profound mystery of Xuan Tian Gong?
Or is it some unknown secret medicine of the Tang Clan?
But none of these can perfectly explain the illogical and almost miraculous recovery speed before our eyes!
However, just as Lin Xia's astonishment reached its peak, a thought that he had deliberately ignored, or rather, that he was subconsciously unwilling to delve into, flashed through the darkness like lightning, instantly illuminating the fog of his cognition.
"wrong…"
A cold, playful smile slowly curved Lin Xia's lips, her initial surprise quickly replaced by a mocking disbelief that seemed to have seen through the truth.
"Tang San... he wasn't exactly a pure human to begin with!"
“A chosen one… Ah, truly blessed by heaven.”
The mockery in Lin Xia's eyes deepened, tinged with a hint of cold jealousy, but more so with a condescending scrutiny.
"Even without the Human-Faced Demon Spider's spirit ring and external spirit bone, is this trump card derived from your bloodline still your greatest reliance, Tang San…?" (End of Chapter)