fantasy novels Chapter 4 Extraction of Karmic Results!
Chapter 4 Extraction of Karmic Results!
When Zhao An came out of the clinic, his head was covered with a thick layer of gauze and plaster.
The medicine smelled not too strong, but it wasn't particularly pleasant either.
"Everyone says that the young lady at that clinic is heartless, and she's absolutely right." Li Gou'er was still feeling the pinch of the money spent on medicine, and the exorbitant consultation fee made him gasp.
"His heart is black, but he's really handsome," Zhao Chunzi chuckled.
"What, you want to try?" Li Gou'er glanced at Zhao Chunzi sideways.
"How could I dare? I don't want to be drugged and left on the street," Zhao Chunzi said sheepishly, shrinking back.
The lessons of many predecessors are still fresh in our minds; those two female doctors could not only bring the dead back to life, but also kill people invisibly.
Especially his skill in using poison, which is virtually impossible to defend against.
Some of those who harbored lustful thoughts even became impotent after leaving the clinic, which was truly chilling.
It can only be said that anyone who dares to open a clinic in the outer city is no ordinary person, and the title of "Poisonous Lady" is not given lightly.
Fortunately, the female doctor still had medical ethics, and even though she was offended, she never actually poisoned anyone.
Otherwise, Zhao An would never have gone to that clinic to have his head checked today.
In the eastern part of the outer city, near the bustling market, there is a small, somewhat old-fashioned courtyard house, which is Zhao An's residence in Lianjiang City.
Of course, the owner of the courtyard was not him, but a missing person.
Seeing that the courtyard was empty and unattended, the previous owner simply seized it and has lived there comfortably ever since.
Because of his bad reputation, no one in the neighborhood dared to say anything to him.
"Brother Zhao, you should rest well. Chunzi and I will guard the door for you," Li Gou'er said as soon as he entered the courtyard.
"Hmm," Zhao An responded softly through his nose.
Today is another day of resurrection and another day of time travel.
They even killed someone and then treated their injuries.
After all that, he was indeed tired and wanted to rest.
He went inside without looking around properly and went straight to sleep.
In the courtyard, Li Gou'er brought over some peanuts and dried fruit and sat opposite Zhao Chunzi.
"Don't you think Brother Zhao is a little different today? I feel like the way he looks at us after he woke up is a bit unfamiliar, and a little scary..." Li Gou'er asked softly.
"Is there?" Zhao Chunzi thought blankly for a moment, then shook his head. He didn't notice anything unusual.
"Forget it, forget it, why bother talking to you about this? Maybe I'm overthinking it." Li Gou'er shook his head helplessly, wondering why he was arguing with this idiot Zhao Chunzi.
The next day, Zhao An slept until the sun was high in the sky before finally waking up.
The wooden plank bed wasn't very comfortable, but he still slept soundly last night.
When I woke up today, I felt much better than yesterday, and even the injury on my head didn't seem to hurt as much.
It must be said that the female doctor's medical skills were quite remarkable.
After examining his wounds, Zhao An then focused his attention on the soul pool deep within his mind.
The evil spirit of that bald-headed Xu San had already been cleansed and become his second soul slave.
[Soul Slave: Xu San]
[Period of enslavement: 5 years]
【Trait 1: Pure-blooded Human (Able to cultivate human techniques!)】
[Trait Two: Substitute Death (Any Soul Slave can passively take the place of its master when the master suffers a fatal injury!)]
[Trait 3: Martial Barbarian (Possesses mediocre martial arts skills, receives a slight bonus when practicing human martial arts!)]
Xu San's Soul Slave panel has gained another trait, which provides an extra bonus when he cultivates martial arts, making him an even more valuable tool Soul Slave.
In addition, Xu Sanhun was enslaved for five years.
He guessed that the duration of this enslavement was probably determined by the number of sins committed during one's lifetime.
Meanwhile, his other soul slave had also stopped researching and honing the sword technique.
[Jiang Erniu, the Soul Slave, has completed his period of enslavement. Shall we collect his karmic reward?]
"Is this the end..." Zhao An remembered that the enslavement period of this soul slave was a full year, but only one day had passed from yesterday until now.
"So, in one day outside, the soul slaves in the Soul Pool have been practicing martial arts for a whole year?" Zhao An pondered for a moment and made a deduction.
One day in the outside world is equivalent to one year in the Soul Pool.
No wonder he observed yesterday that the Soul Slave's progress in deducing martial arts was as if it had been accelerated.
"extract."
He silently recited the mantra, and the next moment, the soul slave bearing Jiang Erniu's name bloomed and transformed into specks of ghostly light.
The ghostly light operated at high speed and quickly coalesced into a pale red fruit, very similar to the white good fruit that Zhao An had obtained before, only the color was different.
This time, he didn't need to give any instructions; the fruit was absorbed into his body as soon as it took shape.
His mind was suddenly enlightened, filled with countless scenes of honing the Black Tiger Blade technique, which overlapped and eventually transformed into the purest technical experience.
At the same time, all his muscles tensed up.
Not only was his mind absorbing the training experience of the Black Tiger Blade, but his body was also simultaneously gaining from this sword training!
His muscles began to become more and more solid, especially his arms that wielded the knife, where the muscles had become noticeably larger!
The wrist and the five fingers gripping the knife also became stronger.
"Hungry! So hungry!"
During the transmission of power, Zhao An was suddenly disturbed by a wave of hunger, which made him break out in a cold sweat.
It wasn't just hunger in my stomach, but a feeling that came from every part of my body.
He realized that the energy required for this physical transformation did not come from nowhere.
He immediately noticed a large plate of beef and half a jar of liquor on the table in the room.
That was Zhao An's previous habit; he would eat meat and drink wine every morning.
Over time, he no longer needed to say anything; Li Gou'er and Zhao Chunzi would prepare wine and meat for him every day.
Zhao An's eyes lit up with greed. He immediately pounced on it, not even touching his chopsticks, and stuffed his hand into his mouth, swallowing it whole along with the liquor.
Wine is the essence of grains and contains a lot of energy, which perfectly meets his needs at this moment.
In the blink of an eye, the beef and wine were all gone, but I didn't feel full at all.
"Not enough..."
Zhao An understood that the energy released from this meal was not enough to replenish his body's energy expenditure.
"Ordinary food is not enough to satisfy me..." Zhao An's mind raced, and he suddenly took out the Earth Origin Pill that he had made a wish for.
This stuff is a powerful elixir for martial arts.
Zhao An didn't think much of it and put it in his mouth first.
After swallowing the medicine, its effects quickly spread throughout the body, causing a noticeable burning sensation, and finally suppressing the hunger.
With the supply of this Earth Origin Pill, his physical transformation can continue.
Soon, he gained two more powerful arms, especially his right arm, which was significantly stronger than before.
His blood and energy surged, and even his breath became hotter.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the changes in his body completely stopped.
Zhao An then pulled out a large, thick-backed ring-handled sword from under the bed and deftly twirled it.
It's smooth and easy to use, far superior to before.
Then Zhao An moved with the blade, using those Black Tiger Blade techniques.
call!
The iron ring on the back of the blade jingled softly, blending into the sharp sound of wind being cut, carrying boundless killing intent!
His swordplay was expansive and skillful; anyone who witnessed it would surely think Zhao An was a master swordsman.
Suddenly, Zhao An's blade shifted, and a silver light fell, easily and neatly slicing off a corner of a table, as if a human head had rolled to the ground!