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Soon after, Ling Changkong got up quickly and flapped the fallen leaves and dirt off his body.
"This is the power of Deities Realm, and sure enough... Ahem, it"s really formidable!"
Looking at where Li Xuanming and other two people left, Ling Changkong broke into a short cough with red face. He was obviously badly wounded.
"It seems that I need to go to that place again. I hope such a serious injury can also be cured." With an obscure twinkle in his eyes, Ling Changkong muttered to himself. Then he covered his belly with one hand and grabbed his broom with the other, walking toward the mountain. No one knew where he was going.
The mountain forest was so thick that it blocked the sun. He walked on. Suddenly, Ling Changkong"s eyes lit up. In front of him was a limpid spring, whose water was calm and crystal clear.
The spring flowing down from the mountain was accidentally discovered by Ling Changkong. At the beginning, he just came here to fetch water for a bath. However, by chance, he found that the spring could cure his wound, which made him treasure the water more.
In the past ten years it was probably because of this spring, there was no residual effect on his body, although he suffered a lot from beatings. And his body even became stronger and stronger.
Quickly walking over, Ling Changkong held up a handful of clear water, and splashed the water on his face. Then, he didn"t care what was going to happen, and pulled off his clothes neatly.
"Plop." Ling Changkong jumped into the spring. A warm current ran over the skin. It was the mysterious power contained in the spring. It was also because of the mysterious power that the spring could heal the injury.
Ling Changkong still remembered that when he discovered the wonderful use of this spring, he also went to the upstream of the spring to have a look, but he got nothing.
This mysterious power existed only here, not even at the source of the spring, as if it were born with heaven and earth.
When Ling Changkong washed off the dirt on the body, the mysterious force also played a role in his body. The internal injury and congestion in his body were dissolved little by little.
But because he was badly injured, there was no immediate effect as before. Ling Changkong was not in a hurry, either. After taking a bath, he sat cross-legged in the spring, making finger gestures during incantations, and began to practice.
And after Ling Changkong began to practice, a scarlet bead began to vibrate violently in the depths of the spring, sending out a stream of blood into the spring, and then into Ling Changkong"s body.
So that was it. The reason that this spring could cure injury was because of this blood bead.
For the abnormal movements of this blood bead, Ling Changkong did not know at all. He only felt that the power of Deities Realm that had been so resistant to him seemed to be less intense, and even one or two strands of it had entered his body.
"Hissing... "
The power of Deities Realm flowed through his meridians. Although the meridians that were originally occlusive broke a crack, and they no longer shut the power of Deities Realm out as it used to, it was hard to avoid a sharp pain to allow the power of Deities Realm to operate in his meridians, which let Ling Changkong suck a cool breath.
However, compared with ten years of grievance and suffering, what did this sharp pain matter?!
Ling Changkong"s heart was wild with joy. Seemingly seeing a glimmer of hope, he bit his teeth, forcing the operation of the power of Deities Realm.
He had a feeling that success or failure depended on it, that if it did, he would soar to the sky; if it did not, he would crawl on the ground, as he had done before.
Be a prostrate b.u.m, n.o.bodies? No, he wouldn"t!
Waves of pain hit him. His forehead was covered with soybean-sized cold sweat, but it could in no way shake Ling Changkong"s firm figure.
And as Ling Changkong practiced in pain, the pool of water also began to have changes, gradually becoming red as blood.
"Zip!"
At this moment, the blood beads suddenly rushed out of the water, turning into a ray of blood, and exploded to Ling Changkong.
"Ah!"
A ray of blood shot into the center of Ling Changkong"s eyebrows. Ling Changkong"s head suddenly burst into severe pain. The pain was more acute than that in the meridians, which let him screaming, and then he fainted.
And at the same time, thousands of miles from Qishan School, there was a cave. A black man sitting cross-legged with his hands making finger gestures during incantations, was practicing the method of martial arts.
"Poof!"
At this moment, the face of the man in black suddenly turned red. His eyes opened abruptly, which were bloodshot. He spat a mouthful of black blood and his body erupted in rage. However, afterwards his facial expression became serious. Again and again he made finger gestures during incantations and made mudra. On his body the power of Deities Realm fluctuated ceaselessly.
At last, after a long time, he stifled his disordered breath and opened his eyes again.
This time, without blood in the eyes, the man in black looked at the direction of the Qishan School thoughtfully, and said: "The demoniac power is special and formidable. It is impossible for an old fellow like me to practice successfully on my own. It seems that I still need to go back to the Qishan School."
"In order to get Fengyan Force, I betrayed Qishan School in those days, while that boy just entered Qishan School. Now ten years have pa.s.sed, I don"t know what happened to him. But with his const.i.tution he should not be taken seriously. I should have no trouble getting him from Qishan School."
After saying that, regardless of the injury on the body, the man in black directly stood up, shook his body, and burst out in a flash of light.
No one knew how long it had been. Ling Changkong finally came back to consciousness, waking up from a deep sleep. Suddenly, he felt refreshed and light.
"Eh? What"s going on here?" Ling Changkong was surprised. He thought of something and said, " Is it related to the inexplicable pain before?"
Then Ling Changkong shook his clenched fist, and his eyes fluttered.
"How can I feel the power of Deities Realm did not resist me, but became friendly to me. Is it... Try it!"
Ling Changkong seemed to have thought of something, hurriedly crossed knees and sat. With his hands making finger gestures during incantations, he was immersed in a state of practice again.
At this moment, the power of Deities Realm, like tide, poured into Ling Changkong"s body, into the meridians, and then was refined and reaped in his belly, and became his own power.
All of this was smooth and unimpeded. There was no previous blocking feeling, and no more pain came.
"It is true, is true. I can practice, I can practice at last, I am no longer a waste. "
Feeling all of this, Ling Changkong was so excited that his body was shaking and he was incoherent. Not making any progress for ten years, he was regarded as useless. Only Ling Changkong knew the pain.
But, from now on, he could also practice the power of Deities Realm. He was no longer a waste!
"Liang Mingzhi, Li Xuanming, wait and see. Before that I could not practice, you bullied me and insulted me. Now I can practice as well as you. I am no longer the waste who bears bullying. Sooner or later, I will trample you under foot!"
After a long time, Ling Changkong"s excitement could not yet be calmed down. His hands were clenched tightly and his eyes fluttered. For ten years, he had endured the whole time, but now he finally saw the dawn.
"Dong! Dong! Dong! ... "
Just then, from the direction of Qishan School"s door, a peal of bells rang out. The sound of the bell was very rapid, as if it were hastening death.
"Oh, no! Why is the bell ringing at this hour? What"s the matter? !"
Hearing the bell, Ling Changkong"s heart was abruptly shocked. For the sound of the bell, he was very familiar with, though it was only the second time he had heard it since he joined Qishan School.
As for the first time... When was it...? Yes, it was shortly after Ling Changkong joined Qishan School, when the elder Yu Zhencheng stole the secret books of the sect and turned away from the sect.
Ling Changkong immediately went out of the spring, put on his clothes, and rushed to the direction of the door of Qishan School. But he did not realize that in the sea of his consciousness the bead of blood was now lying quietly.