It wasn't very difficult to treat the injuries on Zen's hands.
He also had so pills to help regenerate his muscles, but the reborn flesh and blood would be quite different from his original flesh and blood.
In the beginning, Zen thought that they would give him so sort of magic pills.
However, the only reason they had co here was for one thing, and that was to get exceptionally accurate asurent.
This asurent included the fracture of Zen's muscles as well as the thickness and width of his bones.
After busying themselves for four to six hours, the three warriors left.
Freya and Zen were also confused, and wondered whether this group was really there to help him.
One day later, the leader of the group returned and took Zen outside. He asured the distance and then walked a dozen steps out of the door. “Co over here.”
Zen walked over and stood in the spot indicated by him. He did not know what was going on.
Although he had passed the Celestial Position race's examination, he did not know much about the race and the thods they used.
The warrior grabbed Zen's arm and adjusted his position. Then, he nodded mysteriously, took two steps back and made a gesture towards the sky...
The cloudless blue sky suddenly filled with dark clouds. Within the layers of dark clouds, two stripes of green lightning streaked across the sky, like two green dragons that flashed faintly across the clouds!
“Crack...”
Zen gazed up at them and barely had ti to react before the two green bolts of lightning descended and landed on his hands!
The powerful force of lightning caused Zen's hair to stand on end. Even his thoughts ca to a halt, rendering him incapable of thinking.
Zen was aware that so kinds of thunder and lightning actually contained a powerful life energy. These streaks of thunder and lightning could give birth to life in the Soul Sea. However, he did not expect the Celestial Position to use this thod to cure his hands...
The ridians in his hands stretched out endlessly, crawling all the way from his arms to the back of his hands. They were like small worms that coiled around the back of his hands and followed the crevices of the bone on his fingers, extending all the way to his fingertips.
They continued onward spreading to his muscles, tendons, skin, and so on.
Zen felt a tingling sensation in his hands and was unable to exert any strength. Apart from this, he also felt an invisible force twisting his hands, and preventing him from falling to the ground.
After the streaks of green lightning were exhausted, the power suddenly disappeared. Under the sudden whipping of the lightning energy, he, too, fell to the ground, temporarily incapacitated.
The warrior walked out and grabbed Zen's hands. He flipped them over, studied them briefly, and then nodded expressionlessly. “They should be fine, but they are still not perfect. Soone will help you nurse them. Try not to exert too much for the next two days.”
After advising him thus, the warrior flew away without looking back, leaving Zen and Freya standing there dumbstruck. The two just looked at each other in consternation.
These Celestial Position warriors were really weird.
Zen stretched his hands. There was a prominent line at the eting points of his arms and hands. The top half was black, while the skin that had just grown was snowy white. His hands looked like a woman's well-manicured hands.
It looked like he'd take a while to get used to it, which made Zen feel a bit helpless.
Not long after, another mber from the Celestial Position race was sent there. This ti it was no other than Master Feng, the head of the Celestial Position race.
Zen was pleased to see Master Feng, as he had a lot of questions to ask him. For example, why did Rocher and the others co to the Celestial Position? Had the top 10 warriors of the Illusion Battlefield arrived? What was their reason for sending him to the Celestial Position?
Master Feng, on the other hand, was crafty and didn't directly answer Zen's question. “This ti, I've co to help you recover that girl's damaged soul.” With that, he pointed at Zen's chest.
Zen felt his body shudder, and the red light ensconced within his body poured out.
These specks of light were the sword spirit's most primitive form. As they continued to condense, the red light dissipated and eventually turned into Lavender's body.
As she fell into a deep slumber, she hugged her knees, her eyes tightly shut. She was curled up in a fetal position like an infant.
Master Feng took out a small incense burner, burnt the incense and put the furnace in a corner of the room. Zen didn't know what incense was burning, but it seed to have an extrely strong effect as it nourished the soul. From the incense burner, a small amount of light-purple smoke began to slowly waft around. Zen absorbed the smoke by accident, and felt instantly refreshed. Even though Master Feng didn't tell him, Zen knew that this was extraordinary and invaluable.
A majority of the purple smoke flowed into Lavender's body.
“Don't take her back into your body during this period. Just let her stay in this room,” Master Feng instructed.
Zen nodded. He couldn't stay a long distance away from Lavender, but he could still move around. “I want to ask...”
He had just begun to speak when Master Feng held up a finger to silence him. He smiled lightly and said, “All the problems will be solved. I will co back in ten days to have your blood changed. That's when I will talk to you about your dragons...”
Seeing that Master Feng was about to leave, Zen realized he had no way of detaining the Supre Lord. In a mont of desperation, he said darkly, “If you don't explain this clearly, I refuse to join the Celestial Position race!”
The doubts in his heart had arisen after encountering this old fellow. Although nothing major had happened in this period of ti, what he had seen and experienced was so weird and different from his point of view and imagination.
Zen felt like he was going crazy in this strange and mysterious environnt!
Master Feng smiled slightly and his silhouette beca more and more blurry. When his shadow almost completely disappeared in front of Zen, he spoke, “We are proving our sincerity. The final decision is in your hands.”
Zen curled his lips as he looked at Lavender. He had a calm expression on his face, but he was pondering over the words in his mind.
Indeed, Zen did not completely trust the Celestial Position race. They were currently trying to prove their sincerity to Zen and win his trust.
'What is the purpose of this?
Are they doing this just to ensure that I will be loyal to them in the future?
That doesn't sound right...' Zen thought.
He would only follow his own wishes and plans. As long as no one went against his principles, he would not do anything to let down the Celestial Position race. Such was Zen's personality.
If he were to co across so extrely difficult choices in the future, then the “sincerity” displayed by the Celestial Position would influence his decision.
Zen kept analyzing everything in his mind.
After thinking about it for a while, Zen finally cald himself down. No matter what, the right to choose was in his hands. Perhaps his fate would be secretly influenced by so force, but in the end, he would still solve the mystery.
His gaze rested on Lavender again.
Even though she was curled up into a ball, her beautiful figure was not hidden. Her thick eyelashes fanned out like a pair of paintbrushes and trembled.
Lavender was straightforward. In the past, her behavior had not been strange. She had stayed with him and helped him progress in cultivation, and in return he would help her ascend to the throne once again.
Now it seed that the matter wasn't as simple as it appeared.
Lavender's previous words were a bit obscure, as if she was hiding sothing, particularly Elena's motive for killing her.
According to her, Elena was preparing to directly make a move on her, but what was her motive? If she really was to going to gain control of the entire Demon Night, then Elena also needed to kill Latonia. However, Latonia was safe and sound all the ti.
Latonia was certain that Elena wanted to monopolize the Demon Night, but she still dared to reincarnate and turned into Shania. She didn't seem to be afraid of Elena's thods.
This was a very contradictory situation. It didn't make any logical sense.
After Lavender woke up, Zen would have a good, long talk with her. He thought that she wouldn't hide such matters from him...
“Zen, have so spirit tea,” Freya uttered, serving Zen a cup.
Zen took the teacup from Freya. However, instead of taking a sip, he just kept staring at Lavender. He didn't notice that Freya, who stayed behind him, looked hesitant. She wanted to say sothing, but on second thought, she changed her mind. Her black eyes, like two stars in the night sky, were gleaming in a strange way.
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