Salang's Identity and Injuries

Chapter 74 Salang's Identity and Injuries

The tide of the undead army finally receded, and smiles of relief appeared on the faces of Han Ji, Zhu Meng, and even the people of the ancient capital.

But this situation didn't last long; what happened next left everyone speechless.

Mu He died at the top of the Clock Tower Magic Association; no one there would dare to kill him at this time.

It was clearly done by Salang, who was hiding among them, or by Lingxi, an elder of the Hunter Alliance.

Just yesterday, as the Ancient King led his undead army in retreat, Lingxi slipped past everyone's sight to reach the top of the tower and killed Muhe.

In addition, Zuo Feng, a mind mage from the Imperial Guard Mage Corps, also died tragically. Salang's method of killing was extremely cruel; he forcibly removed Zuo Feng's heart.

"Sarang's whereabouts have disappeared, and we can't control him anymore. How's Gojo Satoru doing? He was a big hero this time!"

Salang had already disappeared from everyone's sight, so Zhu Meng stopped worrying about it and started asking about Gojo Satoru's condition.

Gojou's contribution to the survival of this catastrophe is indispensable; we cannot afford any accidents to happen to him.

"His soul suffered a severe backlash, and I have no way to deal with it." Han Ji's expression was extremely grim.

Gojo Satoru was undoubtedly the savior of the ancient capital, yet he, one of the country's top healing sorcerers, was helpless to treat his injuries.

As soon as Han Ji spoke, the expressions of everyone present changed continuously.

It's important to know that Han Ji's healing abilities are top-notch, almost second only to the Parthenon. Even he would be helpless.

"President, do you think we could try to find the Parthenon at a great cost?" Lu Huan immediately rejected this answer.

This kid has done his best for the ancient capital many times. No matter how great the cost, as long as they can afford it, they can't give up.

"Yes, if all else fails, we'll go to the Parthenon!" Zhu Meng exclaimed.

"Don't be so hasty, I haven't finished speaking yet." Han Ji waved his hand to signal everyone to calm down, then continued, "Gojo Satoru's spiritual realm has already reached the sixth level. This soul backlash won't cause his soul to perish; at most, he'll be unconscious for a while."

"President, you're breathing so heavily!" Lu Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that there was no danger to his life.

"Yeah, what the heck? You scared me!"

Zhu Meng, Fei Jiao, Du Xiao, Lu Xu, and the others were all startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

I thought this genius, who possessed combat power comparable to that of a super-class cultivator at the high-level stage, had perished. It's truly terrifying.

"The chairman has something else to say, so don't jump to conclusions!" Jun Si Yaoting said to the group in an annoyed tone.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Menglu and the others' moods shifted from sunny to cloudy again, and they all looked at Han Ji with tense expressions.

"After he awakens, his soul will need a lot of time to recover, and during that recovery period he will be unable to improve his cultivation level," Han Ji added helplessly.

"That's alright... Wait, Lao Han, how long will it take for Gojo Satoru to recover?" Lu Huan didn't realize it at first, but he quickly did.

The others had the same problem.

"If there's nothing that can heal the soul, it should take four or five years," Han Ji sighed.

"How long will it take us to raise the money for him?" Lu Huan asked.

Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, Fei Jiao, and the others nodded repeatedly, indicating that they were willing to spend manpower and resources to search for it.

Although resources for healing souls are scarce on the market, these old guys can still manage to get them through their connections.

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

"That's about right. The World National Championship is just around the corner, and even though Gojo Satoru is injured, he's still stronger than those other useless high-level players!" Zhu Meng said excitedly.

It's only been a year or two, so this result is barely acceptable.

"Indeed, let him go and win glory for the country, and reclaim the resources lost in previous years!" Lu Huan nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I'll rest for a year or two before breaking through to the Super Rank!" Lu Xu said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, now that kid has broken through to the Super Rank, wouldn't he be able to kill a top-tier monarch like the Mountain Corpse?" Du Xiao suddenly thought of this question.

"Absolutely!"

"Should we bring him over?"

"That guy in the south has already taken notice of him. Do you dare to go and compete with him?"

"I'll go ask our guy."

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Several months later.

In a simple wooden cabin, Gojo Satoru, who had been lying on the bed in a deep sleep for a long time, couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.

"Cough cough~~" When Gojo Satoru opened his eyes, he felt a wave of weakness and a sharp pain from the six eyes.

The memories before he fell into a coma lingered in his mind, so he had no choice but to take out a black cloth strip that he hadn't used in a long time from his storage magic artifact and tie it around Six Eyes and part of his hair.

With his vision reduced, the stinging pain in Liu's eyes lessened considerably. Although he was still very weak, it was much better than the stinging in his eyes.

"Ancient King must be above the monarch level, otherwise how could the backlash be so outrageous!" Gojo Satoru said with a look of lingering fear.

He had just experienced it; the injuries caused by the backlash from his soul were severe, and there was simply no way to treat them.

Suddenly the door of the wooden house opened, and a handsome but roguish young man walked in—it was Mo Fan.

"Where have you taken me?" Gojo Satoru asked Mo Fan, who had just entered, with a curious expression.

Mo Fan moved a stool over and sat down before beginning his explanation: "We are currently in a Taoist temple on the summit of Mount Hua. The old man Han Ji told me to cultivate here and try to recover the cultivation I lost in the demonic system."

As for why you're here to recover from your injuries, Wu, you've been in a coma for several months.

"Demon type! I almost forgot about it. Didn't your Demon type disappear? How come it's back?" Gojo Satoru asked while eating a lollipop.

"I don't know what happened to the demonic system either; it's like it never disappeared at all," Mo Fan recounted his experiences in the Abyss of Fiends.

"Oh, I see." Gojo Satoru nodded thoughtfully.

The demonic power lay dormant within, erupting in a moment of crisis, and then... well, that was it.

"I'll go get you some food. You haven't eaten for months, you must be starving." Mo Fan saw Gojo Satoru staring blankly and then walked out of the house.

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

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

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru casually called out to the stool on his right.

The next moment, an elderly man with white hair wearing a gray Taoist robe appeared on the previously empty stool.

"Young friend, it seems you've recovered quite well," the white-haired old Taoist said with a smile.

Upon seeing that the person was wearing Taoist robes, Gojo Satoru quickly connected the image to the old Taoist priest that Mo Fan had just mentioned, and concluded that this must be the one.

"Thank you for taking care of me during this time, Master." Gojo Satoru said politely.

"Having been entrusted with this task, I will do my best." The white-haired old Taoist waved his hand, his slightly silvery-white eyes glancing at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru also sized up the old Taoist priest.

The only conclusion reached was the same as that of Dean Xiao and Old Man Bao: unfathomable.

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

"Even with all their special abilities, they still fell to the Undead Emperor," Gojo Satoru said with a wry smile.

He felt that the person in front of him seemed to have seen through his origins, but these origins were actually irrelevant.

"Hehehe, young friend, you are still young and have a long future ahead of you." The white-haired old Taoist priest comforted him, then placed the items collected by Han Ji, Zhu Meng and the others on the table. "These are spiritual items for healing soul injuries. They were sent by Han Ji and the others. They can speed up your recovery. Use them for now, and we'll talk about it if you need more."

"Alright, thank them for me when you see them." Gojo Satoru didn't stand on ceremony and accepted the money directly.

(End of this chapter)