C612 Ying

This time, everyone was scared out of their wits. Of course, the one who was scared the most was Kuiguang.

Fortunately, after a group of people's emergency treatment, Zhang Jingxuan finally recovered after a long while, but his limbs were still twitching. It looked like he was suffering a great amount of pain. It made people feel pain for him when they saw him. Fortunately, he didn't die just like that. Kuiguang wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and temporarily put away the thought of running. But being scolded was something that couldn't be avoided.

After a round of competition, no one was the winner. And among all of them, the most pitiful one was our Cult Master Zhang. Putting aside the fact that he had been tormented time and time again, all of his hopes had been dashed. It seems like the stubborn injury on my body is still lingering.

After the torment, Zhang Jingxuan's small courtyard had been deserted for a few days. Even Muyan Wenying and Murong Lingyun, these two fellows who had nothing to do all day long, had disappeared without a trace. And those servants and maids still would not speak a word to Zhang Jingxuan. Therefore, after a few days, Zhang Jingxuan was so angry that he could barely breathe.

In fact, in Zhang Jingxuan's heart, he would not be as vexed and uneasy as he had shown. Because this time, he did not actually gain nothing. Although these two people's treatment of him didn't help him get out of his current predicament, it allowed him to gain something that far exceeded his expectations. Because in the two doses, there was something more complicated than what other people could see with their eyes.

On the day Si Shuiliu treated him, Zhang Jingxuan actually felt very excited for a moment in his heart. Because in that short moment, he really felt it. It was as if he had really returned. At that moment, he felt as if a hundred years had passed. He finally felt control over his body again. He was so excited that he even wanted to jump up and shout.

However, he only slightly moved his fingers and stopped all his urges. Because he keenly felt that at this moment, although his body could finally control his movements, however, that feeling was very strange. Perhaps ordinary people wouldn't be able to detect it, but this couldn't be hidden from Zhang Jingxuan. After experiencing this period of tempering and training, his insight was incomparable. He could even stand shoulder to shoulder with the world's top experts.

What made him stop was a strange and unfamiliar feeling. Then, he understood one thing.

With a flash of light, a line of information appeared in his messy knowledge system.

The Shaman Cult was known to have the ability to communicate with gods and ghosts. No one knew exactly how far they could communicate, but they had one ability that had been proven in the legends. It was Soul Concentration.

The so-called Soul Injection was the ability of the current shaman to infuse the courage of a certain spirit beast into his body. In a short period of time, he would be able to obtain a certain degree of improvement in every aspect. Of course, this method wasn't something that could be used normally. First of all, it was extremely difficult to domesticate all kinds of spirit beasts. Then, he would have to use the Soul Concentration Technique. One had to feed spirit beasts with all kinds of secret medicines for at least ten years, during the tenth year. They had to use their own blood essence to feed spirit beasts that were close to completion. During this period, there were even rumors of shamans being devoured by excessively powerful spirit beasts. And the one who had just left was Si Shuiliu's predecessor. It was said that he had been devoured by his own spirit beast, causing him to mysteriously vanish from the face of the earth.

The reason why he had suffered a backlash from his spirit beast was also because when the spirit beast was close to completion, it was also when they gained human-like intelligence that they would understand... The master that kept them alive was actually in order to obtain greater power... And at some point, they will be sacrificed like a pair of shoes, so they possess enough intelligence... They would no longer be willing to be used as tools.

Thus, using a spirit beast to infuse their soul into their body, they would become a double-edged sword. If a spirit beast wasn't strong enough, then after using it, it wouldn't have much of an improvement. And the Soul Injection after three days would experience pain and danger. It wasn't a good deal to settle this score. If he could refine enough powerful spirit beasts, he would be able to improve his soul by leaps and bounds. However, the risk was too great, and it was very likely that he hadn't improved himself yet. They would already be treated as snacks by the spirit beast.

It was precisely because of these many reasons that the Shaman Cult's Soul Concentration Technique would not often appear in the Pugilistic World.

However, that day, Zhang Jingxuan realized that this legendary thing was about to happen to him.

Perhaps Si Shuiliu really had no other way. She could only use this kind of helpless countermeasure to deal with this match.

That little white fox must be the spirit beast she was nurturing. As a shaman, whether or not he would use Soul Concentration was one thing. But to raise a spirit beast, that was a must. Moreover, only the current Great Shaman had the right to be proud.

Si Shuiliu's spirit beast, the little white fox, seemed to be still very young and mature, at most two to three years old. It was supposed to be impossible to cast Soul Injection, but Zhang Jingxuan could feel it. Si Shuiliu was clearly using a large amount of her blood essence to urge it to mature as soon as possible. Of course, even so, the little white fox could not really be called a spirit beast that could focus one's soul.

Si Shuiliu's goal was very simple. She was using her own blood essence. She was using spirit beasts that she had painstakingly cultivated in exchange for Zhang Jingxuan's temporary mobility. In order to win this match. If Zhang Jingxuan could regain his mobility, even if it was only for a short period of time... He could still win enough glory for Si Shuiliu, and all of Kuiguang's efforts would be for naught. The most ideal result would be that he had used Si Shuiliu's medicine. Zhang Jingxuan could move freely now. And after a few days of using Kuiguang's lama medicine, the patient's condition suddenly worsened. He became the disabled person who could not move again. The future prospects of the Lama Sect and the head of the Lama Sect were not very good.

Si Shuiliu had no choice but to come up with this plan. Her heart should be full of contradictions. The little white fox had followed her for two to three years and had raised it since it was swaddling in the swaddling clothes. It could be said that it was very difficult to part with that kind of relationship. Hence, using it to infuse her soul with Zhang Jingxuan made Si Shuiliu feel very uncomfortable.

But no one would have thought that Zhang Jingxuan would be fully aware of all of this. He knew that even if he could run and jump, he would only obtain a temporary ability from the outside world. It wouldn't take long for this power to be ruthlessly extracted from his body. If that was the case, why would he accept this gift that was full of sacrifices?

Therefore, after a short decision, Zhang Jingxuan chose to give up. He used his own method to condense the life force that was transmitted through his soul, which was filled with a strange feeling. Then, he transferred it back into the white fox's body.