Chapter 125
Chapter 125
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 125
>Chapter Title: Treatment
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Watching Hand Three say these words in a very calm tone.
Li Huowang spoke up in reply. “Good! I’ll trust you one more time! I don’t want something like today happening again! Otherwise, if you piss me off, worst case I let Danyangzi have this body, and we all go down together!”
Hearing Li Huowang’s threat, a hint of displeasure crossed Hand Three’s face.
Yet he eyed the Daoist before him with great wariness and ultimately said nothing.
Under the watchful eyes of the gathered Ao Jing cultists, Li Huowang reached out to help Yingzi up from the ground and led her step by step back.
Once they had left, Hand Three turned to one of the Ao Jing cultists beside him—an utterly unremarkable man—and asked in a lowered voice, “Elder Shibenyou, you saw it all. Aren’t you going to do something?”
The mysterious grand elder Yingzi had spoken of was right there on the scene.
The man’s gaze remained fixed on the direction Li Huowang had departed in. “No, this heart elemental is different from the others. You saw his abilities before—he’s far more dangerous than your average heart elemental. Keep him steady for now. Once I observe him carefully and get a read on him, we’ll decide what to do.”
“Understood, sir.”
Returning to the room, Li Huowang seemed to use up the last of his strength and collapsed straight onto the floor.
Yingzi, now with only one arm, hesitated where she stood. When she saw Li Huowang’s body still bleeding nonstop, she cautiously drew closer. “Benefactor, are you alright?”
“Heh... I’m fine. Won’t die.”
Hearing this, determination filled Yingzi’s eyes as she walked toward the wax-wrapped book on the ground nearby.
Holding the book in one hand, she knelt before Li Huowang and spoke softly. “Benefactor, bear with it. I’ll treat your wounds.”
With that, she raised the book overhead and began to chant. Her voice was extremely strange, mimicking the crackling sound of flames burning with her human voice.
“Whoosh~!” The entire wax book in Yingzi’s hand burst into flame.
The melting white wax, wrapped around the fire, dripped directly into Li Huowang’s wounds.
A sizzling sound rang out, and Li Huowang once more caught that familiar smell.
When Yingzi held the book over her head, the burning wax oil on Li Huowang’s body seemed to come alive. It began wriggling across his skin like a fiery slug.
As the thing crawled over Li Huowang’s body, white smoke billowed up, leaving trails of charred marks in its wake.
This was more than just stopping the bleeding—the burns where flesh and skin fused together covered those deep wounds that exposed bone.
As it crawled, the thing covered Li Huowang’s entire body, sealing most of his injuries.
The cost, however, was that Li Huowang—with his pain sensitivity doubled—nearly bit through his own tongue. Sweat drenched him, making him look as if he’d been caught in a downpour.
But it wasn’t over yet. As he watched the fiery slug-like thing creep up his skin toward his face, Li Huowang—who’d drawn in a sharp breath—instinctively tilted his head back.
“Heh, this healing method is killer.”
After a few rapid breaths, Li Huowang steeled himself and opened his mouth.
He grabbed the fiery slug from his chest and shoved it straight into his mouth.
In the next instant, Li Huowang felt what it was like to swallow a huge gulp of magma.
He could sense the lump of magma crawling slowly down his throat toward his esophagus.
Sizzling sounds rang out nonstop as billowing white smoke poured from Li Huowang’s mouth and nose.
The extreme burning sensation had him clutching his neck and rolling on the ground in agony.
When he sensed the thing nearing his stomach, the trembling Li Huowang hurriedly signaled to Yingzi nearby.
“Stomach... no need! Something’s inside—the fiery slug can’t handle it!”
Though Yingzi didn’t quite understand what Li Huowang meant, she did as told.
After crawling out of Li Huowang’s mouth, the fiery slug didn’t dissipate. Instead, it climbed onto Yingzi and began burning the hand reduced to bare bone.
With a clatter, the arm bone dropped limply to the ground. Under the fiery slug’s wrapping, the stump of her severed arm began to heal.
Having completed its task, the fiery slug crawled back onto the book, rewrapping the cover. As the flames died down, the wax rapidly solidified, and the book returned to its original state.
“Does it hurt?” Li Huowang asked Yingzi, who was breaking out in cold sweat.
“How could it not? But compared to the day my little brother and sister died... this pain is nothing.”
Li Huowang’s expression dimmed slightly. He nodded. “Yeah, physical pain you can endure, but heartache... that you really can’t.”
Now one-armed, Yingzi glanced silently at him and said nothing as she helped him toward the bed.
Looking at Jiang Yingzi’s profile beside him, Li Huowang truly couldn’t fathom what her intentions were.
Some of the things she did were extremely contradictory.
Then he recalled what Hand Three had said. “Who knows how much of that is trustworthy? But since he said it, they probably won’t make a move again, right?”
Once they lay down again, the injured Li Huowang was out the moment his head hit the pillow.
In his hazy daze, Li Huowang dreamed—a lot.
But when he woke again, he remembered nothing.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Mantou excitedly circling Yingzi, whining with fawning eagerness.
“How’d you two get so chummy all of a sudden?” Li Huowang walked to the stone table and started wolfing down breakfast.
Yingzi looked at Mantou with a complicated expression, stroking its pale paws.
“I remember now. It’s my neighbor’s dog. That year, the old bitch had seven pups, and this was one of them.”
“I thought it was surely dead too, but here it is, still alive.”
Watching Mantou excitedly licking Yingzi’s hand, Li Huowang let out a light sigh.
“Such a huge town, massacred down to one person and one dog. This damned world.”
“Benefactor, why do you think he slaughtered us? He’s an immortal with vast powers, and we were less than ants in his eyes. Was it really just because we got in his way?”
Yingzi’s voice trembled slightly as she struggled to suppress her emotions.
Li Huowang sighed lightly. “Who knows? That’s just how this world is—good people die young, while scourges live a thousand years.”
Li Huowang and Yingzi chatted idly back and forth. After yesterday’s ordeal, their relationship had grown a bit closer.
“Right, what’s that book you used to heal me called?”
Li Huowang found it surprisingly effective. Sure, the process was agonizing, and it left horrific scars wherever the fiery slug passed.
But after a night’s sleep, he found his wounds were mostly healed.
Yingzi took the wax book from her robe and handed it to Li Huowang with one hand. “The Fire Robe True Scripture. If Benefactor needs it, it’s yours.”