Chapter 988: Chapter 46: Limb Regeneration Technique
Sorcery—Limb Regeneration Technique!
A majestic burst of demon power, thriving with vibrant life, surged madly from the Dantian Demon Pill, converging at the severed right shoulder! In an instant, intense pain mixed with an indescribable tingling sensation swept through his nerves! The flesh at the severed site squird madly, and pink flesh buds sprouted and extended like bamboo shoots after a spring rain! Under the propulsion of demon power, the outline of bones rapidly ford, and the muscle fibers, nervous system, and skin tissue wove together and covered the area at a speed visible to the naked eye… Only after a few breaths, a brand new, white-skinned, slightly slender but complete right arm had astonishingly grown!
Xiao Jie let out a long sigh of relief, his heart swelling with satisfaction. He had long grown accustod to his life as a one-ard man over twenty years, but having his complete body back was ultimately better. He moved the fingers of his newly-grown hand, feeling the long-lost sensation of touch.
It seed that his specialty talent as a ‘Demon Refiner’ hadn’t disappeared, only that he could no longer present it using that illusory ‘panel’ in this real world.
Stretching his regained arm, Xiao Jie felt an unusual sense of lightness and joy.
Worth having a drink to celebrate.
Leaving the barracks and arriving at a tavern he often frequented, here there was no shortage of Demon soldiers, as most had been dismissed and sent ho with land due to the calming of chaos in Canglin State.
The remaining ones still had so money in their pockets, so the tavern business was exceptionally good.
“Captain Suifeng!!!”
“Oh my! It’s Brother Sui Feng!”
“Brother Sui Feng, have a drink with us!”
As he walked along, Demons greeted him warmly along the way. Xiao Jie had fully integrated into this unusual Demon society, and he accepted everyone’s respectful greetings with ease. The only blemish was his inability to speak.
Xiao Jie ordered a pot of wine and so jerky and fruit, finding a corner to sit and enjoy himself leisurely.
Slightly tipsy, his gaze casually swept outside the window, but his expression suddenly changed drastically!
Outside the window, butterflies with vibrant colors were dancing gracefully on a clump of blooming orchids, casting a dreamlike sheen under the sunlight.
Butterflies… butterflies… Zhuang Zhou… Zhuang Zhou.
Am I Xiao Jie, or am I Hidden Moon Following Wind?
Xiao Jie silently pondered, and an inexplicable sense of desolation suddenly welled up in his heart. He was now over fifty, and reflecting on his life, a journey filled with trials and tribulations, he had never tasted the joys of love nor truly enjoyed the peace and beauty of life, always focused on passing trials and completing tasks.
But now the so-called “reality” in his mory had long beco vague and even illusory. He could no longer be sure if it was really just an absurd and long dream of his youthful years. What if it was fake? If he died here, there would be no possibility of “returning to reality.” Wouldn’t his struggling and wasted life be entirely in vain?
This deep fear, like a cold snake, often wound its way into his heart, sending chills down his spine.
At this mont, seeing the butterflies dancing freely outside the window, this fear surged once more.
“Did you hear? The Immortal is descending again!”
“Really? Or is soone just talking nonsense again?”
“Hey! This ti it’s absolutely true! It’s been spread through several big cities nearby! They say the Immortal ca specially to find destined people and transform them into Immortals! They say that Kaiyang Star Lord was elevated with the guidance of this Immortal, reaching Immortal Class in one step! Heh, unfortunately, he deserted our King Xiao Yue.”
“Shh! Keep it down! Don’t you want to live? The version I heard was King Kaiyang enlightened himself in the mountains, and ascended on his own!”
“Ha! Who knows? If Kaiyang Star Lord was enlightened by soone else, it’s normal to claim he got it himself for the sake of face! I think it’s probably fake!”
Suddenly, Xiao Jie’s heart skipped a beat! Enlightened by an Immortal? Transford into an Immortal? If I continue to wait here, completing that frivolous “trial” at seventy or eighty, what if “reality” is nonexistent? Wouldn’t it be a complete waste of this life? Isn’t entering this Taixu Illusion Realm aiming to attain immortality? If I could transcend here, perhaps I could see through all vanity and discern the true source!
He looked down at the reflection rippling in the rough pottery cup of wine.
The cup reflected a face weathered by ti. Although only fifty, his sideburns had turned significantly grey, like autumn grass. Deep wrinkles spread from the corners of his eyes and forehead like chiseling marks, recording countless life-and-death battles and wilderness hardships.
His bronze skin was rough and resilient, with lingering scars from the past that could never be erased. The thick, knotted beard on his chin had turned grey, adding to his weathered look. Only his eyes, deep as a cold pond and sharp as a hawk’s, occasionally showing a faint flash of sinister green light, exuded a calm resilience and insight honed through trials, as if penetrating appearances directly to the heart. It was a face that belonged to a warrior, to the wilderness, and to the passage of ti.
In this life, he hadn’t mastered the Qi Refining Skill for longevity. Though he learned powerful Demon Arts and Martial Arts, he was ultimately limited by the constraints of a mortal demon body. The law of this realm was harsh, and even without illness or disaster, another twenty or thirty years might still lead to the fate of passing away peacefully.
Xiao Jie’s deep fear grew even more profound, a sorrowful feeling washing over him. Wasn’t he once a handso young hero, a youthful man?
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That night, Xiao Jie had a strange and colorful dream. In the dream, he once again set out with the Canglin Army, only to encounter an unprecedentedly powerful enemy. The army fell like wheat, corpses littering the field, and even he was shattered under the enemy’s terrifying sorcery! Yet, at the mont of consciousness vanishing, he felt not darkness, but rather “awoke”—realizing he was trapped within a small, sticky cocoon, unable to move!
So I am neither Hidden Moon Following Wind nor Xiao Jie… Am I just a butterfly about to break through the cocoon? Among the imnse absurdity ca a hint of joyful relief!
He struggled, trying to break free from the cocoon binding him, his heart full of the joy of impending freedom.
However, before that joy could spread, a massive white bird with its wings covering the sky swooped down with a sharp cry! Its pointed beak easily pierced the cocoon, picking him—the “butterfly”—in one bite, consuming him whole!
“Ugh!” Xiao Jie startled awake from the nightmare, his body drenched in cold sweat! He instinctively opened his mouth wide, yet couldn’t utter a scream—even a whisper—as the taciturn imprint etched into his bones over decades had beco instinct.
The dread of being devoured in the dream felt strikingly real, leaving his heart racing and robbing him of all sleep.
Staring at the rough wooden ceiling of the barracks, Xiao Jie had already made up his mind.
The next morning, Xiao Jie sought out the two Demon soldiers from the tavern who had been discussing the Immortal the day before.
He slamd a pre-written piece of paper on the table in front of them, which had a bold line inscribed: Tell about the Immortal!
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