Chapter 898: Chapter 416 Repair
Lin Yi nodded: “Alright.”
7:40 was the ti self-study ended. Class Teacher-040 likely wanted to check the number of students in the classroom before roll call and attendance later in the morning.
He took a deep breath and then tried to tear open Class Teacher-040’s tight-fitting attire a bit to expose her wounds more clearly for treatnt. However, after tugging twice, he found the clothing was unexpectedly resilient, impossible to rip apart.
“You…”
“It’s for easier treatnt…” Lin Yi spoke the truth.
Class Teacher-040 pursed her lips and silently covered the area between her waist and thighs with the bedding. Suddenly, a miraculous scene unfolded. Her tight-fitting attire displayed magical particle effects, then disintegrated like nanomachines, retreating along her skin toward her chest.
Finally, Class Teacher-040’s body, with a savage wound yet skin elsewhere resembling pristine white jade, was laid bare before Lin Yi.
“I don’t expect you to heal my wounds completely, just to show so progress—at least enough to make wasting ti with you worthwhile.” Class Teacher-040 buried her face into the bed, her tone carrying the strain as though biting her words out. Lin Yi noticed her ear roots, peeking from her glossy black hair, appeared to flush red with heat. “If you fail to show any progress, you better stand there obediently and let stab you a few tis to vent my anger.”
“What is wrong with this woman…” Lin Yi grumbled internally, but still responded with a muffled “Hm.”
If Wei Liang were here, he would’ve likely been reduced to tears, but Lin Yi’s gaze only carried somber concentration.
He took another deep breath and carefully placed his hand near Class Teacher-040’s cracked wound. Then, green energy began to flow gently from the point where his palm touched her skin, streaming into her body like trickling water…
Feeling the green Contamination channeling into her body, Class Teacher-040’s complexion instantly shifted, her body tightening instinctively, her grip on the dagger clenching.
Lin Yi reacted swiftly, grabbing her delicate wrist.
“Teacher, don’t panic… Trust .”
“You…” Class Teacher-040 hesitated for a mont before her taut fra gradually relaxed again. “I’ll trust you this once.”
“Rest assured, this is the perfect solution I’ve extrapolated over a hundred tis.” Lin Yi thought to himself, but fearing Class Teacher-040 might mistake his confidence for arrogance, he kept silent.
Then, he guided the green Breath to her wound area, ripping open all the partially scabbed injuries again.
“Hiss—” The severe pain of secondary trauma struck her body, and Class Teacher-040 shuddered violently, caught unprepared. Yet, she quickly forced herself to calm down.
Lin Yi understood it was difficult to explain, but according to his calculations, using any form of energy to heal was futile—no matter the thod, it would only worsen the Contamination. The only viable solution was to return Class Teacher-040’s injuries to their original state at the mont of infliction, then erase the contamination from her body during the “mont of injury” before finally stitching up the wound.
It sounded absurd, but this was Lin Yi’s answer.
The green Breath he used was precisely the energy responsible for causing the wound on Class Teacher-040’s back, identified after dozens of analyses.
It was a force from the artistic domain, far stronger than that of the Pseudo-Humans. Lin Yi suspected it had been inflicted by a zealot who had succumbed to ntal degradation from deep Contamination. After all, those maniacs lurked in the depths of the Green Forest Belt. It was highly plausible this injury had co from one within their ranks who had lost reason.
Lin Yi had once dealt with them alongside Old Mo and wasn’t unfamiliar with their supernatural power. Simulating them was relatively straightforward.
This ability to simulate erged as Lin Yi repeatedly reconstructed his own body after it had been destroyed countless tis by waves of the Holy Hall’s energy. During the countless clashes of intricate forces materializing in the void, he reassembled his physical form using a fraction of those energies. Destroyed and rebuilt, destroyed again and rebuilt…
Enduring the relentless tornt, Lin Yi embodied the concept of “truth discovered through practice,” gleaning nurous “truths.”
Da Vinci needed many human bodies to study anatomy, but Lin Yi only needed his own.
Twisted, perhaps, but on Lin Yi, it sohow made sense.
Class Teacher-040 didn’t have to endure the pain for long. As Lin Yi’s “surgical knife” took its place, he began erasing the wound according to his extrapolated solution.
The entire process was excruciating and painstakingly slow, essentially breaking down Class Teacher-040’s previous injuries into smaller pieces and reliving them, akin to being flayed.
Not long after, Class Teacher-040 was drenched in sweat, and her Breath grew noticeably weaker.
“This is bad… Is sothing going wrong?” Lin Yi felt a surge of alarm.
“Teacher, can you still bear it?”
Class Teacher-040 bit her lip fiercely, unable to speak, but the rune dagger she raised provided an unspoken answer—it scread: Hurry the hell up!
Lin Yi quickly shrank his neck in apprehension and imdiately utilized the purest form of Primordial Pollution to prompt the wound to reconnect and fuse…
As the wound healed, the pain faded, replaced instead by an intense itching and tingling sensation. Class Teacher-040, only just starting to catch her breath, couldn’t help but squirm from discomfort.
Lin Yi hurriedly intervened, stopping her: “Don’t move, or else you’ll…”
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