Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 275 - 275 35 Will Die If Not Pretending

Chapter 275: Chapter 35: Will Die If Not Pretending Chapter 275: Chapter 35: Will Die If Not Pretending Unconsciousness, often enough, is the body’s final form of self-protection.

After a long, long time, Feng Yin finally eradicated all the worms inside this person’s body, reconnected his meridians, and cleared all the toxins.

However, his body had lost a lot of flesh and blood, and even though the Spiritual Transformation Technique’s supernatural healing power could regenerate flesh and bone, it would not be possible to fully recover instantly. But this man was a Human-Level cultivator, with a physique far superior to an ordinary person, once the restrictions on his Dantian were lifted and his meridians could heal on their own, he would be completely healed in at most a few months.

With a touch of the spiritual power from the Spiritual Transformation Technique, the man regained consciousness. When he opened his eyes and saw Feng Yin, he smiled faintly and said, “I knew I would not die; Heaven truly favors the good.”

Feng Yin silenced for a moment, then responded solemnly, “Good people do not die, and they also do not vanish from the earth.”

A warm smile appeared in the man’s eyes and he said, “Precisely, good people do not die.”

He spoke word by word, “Heaven never closes all doors, especially not to good people.”

At this moment, his conviction was incomparably stronger than what Feng Yin had said!

Feng Yin almost wanted to facepalm and sigh. Only after a while did he say: “Dude, I was the one who saved you, I put in all this effort, what does this have to do with Heaven?”

Without hesitation, the man declared, “It was Heaven that sent you to save me, it was destiny, Heaven always protects the good.”

Feng Yin: “…”

So, I worked my ass off to save you, and I don’t get any credit for it?

“But my gratitude to you, my friend, for saving my life, is unforgettable. Wen Shumo will repay your kindness as long as I live!”

Shumo Wen said seriously and solemnly.

“If you ever need anything, I am at your service!”

Feng Yin continued treating his wounds without raising his head and said, “You forgot one thing, as long as it doesn’t go against your conscience and morality.”

Wen Shumo burst out in laughter and said, “Having experienced a thousand trials, I am well aware of the good and evil in ancient and modern times. Having tasted all human sentiments, I know the human heart is the most deceitful. Young man, how could you ever make me do something against my conscience and morality!”

He actually belittled me with his literary talent again!

Feng Yin really wanted to recite Tang and Song poems from his past life on the spot, and outwit this show-off!

You dare to show off your literary talent in front of someone who’s actually experienced it? You don’t know your place!

Feng Yin unusually annoyed, patted Wen Shumo’s stomach and said softly, “You can heal yourself now.”

He had just been rescued from the brink of death, but he was only concerned about showing off and not healing his wounds…

Feng Yin truly did not expect that he had just done a good deed, saving a man that was doomed to die, only to find out this man was quite the character.

He could be described as someone who truly “sets life and death aside, and acts the fool to the very end”. He even outshone those who were obsessed with appearing good-looking. It was beyond imagination!

In fact, Wen Shumo had not thought of healing himself at all. His injuries were too severe and critical. He was even worse off than a dying person. Now, he was able to heal himself in such a short period?

Anyone would find it hard to believe or even imagine!

But as he began to channel his spiritual qi and circulate his cultivation, he could feel waves of power in his Dantian, surprisingly it was already half recovered. His cultivation was circulating without any hindrance, and moreover, it seemed like his body was soaked in endless vitality, replenishing his severely damaged physique.

As the spiritual qi continuously circulated, he could visibly see his flesh, which had been savagely eaten by the worms, slowly twitching. Fresh and healthy flesh was constantly growing. The miraculous power of bringing the dead back to life, regenerating flesh and bones, was this not exactly what was happening?

He was so shocked that he fell into a daze, even forgetting to circulate his cultivation. He groaned as the spiritual qi in his meridians flowed in the opposite direction and almost caused him an injury.

He quickly focused to regain control of his circulation, while exclaiming, “What a miraculous technique! The rumor about the world-class expert who has the ability to bring the dead back to life is true! I never thought I would be experiencing it firsthand today.”

He then recited poetry, “Elderly physicians of high antiquity could bring the dead back to life with a flick of their hands, yet these hands today are even mightier than those of antiquity!”

Feng Yin: “…”

One thing was for sure now.

The man in front of him, Shumo Wen, was sick — extremely sick — to the point where his sickness had seeped into his soul!

This illness had a resounding name, it’s called “dying for attention”!

This Wen Shumo obviously had a severe case that had seeped into his bones and innervated his soul. Only then could his flamboyant behavior be so innate!

Feng Yin turned to look at Zhu Weiran with a dark face, only to see the couple stifling their laughter. Clearly, they were also entertained by this fool.

Feng Ying was squatting on the side, her snowy white ears standing up, and her big eyes filled with confusion.

Who is this guy? Is he composing a poem?

But isn’t composing poems something you see in books?

Why is this man often reciting poetry while speaking casually?

How odd!

After an extended period, Wen Shumo let out a clear whistle and slowly rose from the ground.

As his training session came to a successful conclusion, he couldn’t help but inspect the many wounds all over his body that had already scarred over. He looked at the deepest wound in his chest, which was now just a ruddy hole.

For a moment, he felt a wave of emotion and murmured, “Death was looming, my chest filled with hate, the world seemed heartless and unjust; stepping one foot into the King of Hell’s palace, my whole body entered the underworld; but fortunately, I was rescued…”

Reciting this, he abruptly ran out of inspiration and couldn’t add to it for a while. Therefore, he frowned in thought, struggling to construct a fitting ending, “…wait, let me think carefully about this. I must complete this poem, I feel that this poem will become a perennial masterpiece, a feast in honor of my benefactor, to be spread for eternity.”

Feng Yin rolled his eyes: “No worries, take your time. We’re off now.”

Feng Yin felt that if he stayed any longer, he would inevitably be swayed by this man’s ramblings, at least Feng Ying would be led astray, so leaving was the right thing to do!

“Wait, how can you…” Wen Shumo hurriedly chased after them, saying, “Sir, you’re so learned, articulate yet we’re mere illiterates, we can’t communicate on your level.”

Feng Yin shrugged: “Your cultured demeanor makes me feel inferior and I’m not confident enough to chat with someone as refined as you. Let’s meet again if fate allows!”

Wen Shumo said solemnly: “No need for that, I can hold back a bit. Sir, may I ask your name? I will remember your kindness and pray for your blessings day and night. I wish you long life and hope I’ll see you in the ninth heaven!”

“…”

In the following conversation, Feng Yin learned that this man, Wen Shumo, was indeed a Gold Rank assassin of Heavenly Judge, from Yan State, who embarked on the path of martial arts by chance and climbed up the ranks over the years.

Despite being born in Yan State, he was disconnected from the secular world, only targeting villains. He would kill anyone on the Heavenly Judgment’s list if possible, regardless of their status or background.

There was only one thing he valued: whether they deserved to die or not!

As long as you deserve it, no matter who you are, you can be killed!

This attitude resulted in him having far more enemies than others, and these enemies were all extremely strong.

According to him: “I was a scholar, I knew all the characters at three, had a talent for literature at five, and could compose poetry at seven. In my teens, I stirred the world, but later I felt disgusted, feeling the world was foul and the sky shrouded in haze. After a moment of realization, I gave up literature to pursue martial arts, took up the sword to travel the world, to uphold justice and slaughter those who betrayed us.”

“Only after dipping my toes in the mortal world did I realize how filthy it is, with its evil temptations; the only way to cleanse it is with my sword.”

As for why he was being pursued here and who his enemy was, Wen Shumo didn’t specify. It seemed to him that those were just trifles, or perhaps in his view, it was only his business. Having had his life saved by the miracle doctor was enough to be grateful for three lifetimes. If he also dragged them into his vortex, that would hardly be the right thing to do!

“Why don’t you just tell us why you are here? You said you’re from the western region of Yan Country, which is tens of thousands of miles away from here, yet here you are…”

“Oh? I’m participating in the Gold Rank training of the Heavenly Judge.”

Wen Shumo sighed: “If I were still in my own country, my enemies wouldn’t dare to bother me thanks to the power I had accumulated. But the tradition of the Gold Rank training is to go alone, and so… who would have known that once I got here, I would be followed by predetermined enemies… Hehe, I was lucky to survive this time, when I go back, it will be their day of retribution. The saying goes ‘what goes around, comes around,’ wait for the sea of blood by then…”

A sharp killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Although this man’s pompous nature has deeply ingrained him, in the face of such mortal hatred, it seems that he can set his eccentricities aside for a while.

Gold Rank training?

Feng Yin’s gaze suddenly shifted, and both Zhu Weiran and Hu Lengyue’s eyes sharpened.

“Thanks to the miracle doctor for saving me. When I first woke up, I thought that even if I could save my life, I would certainly require long-term rest, at least this training program was no longer possible. I didn’t expect the miracle doctor to have such extraordinary skills. Indeed, as the poem goes: The miracle doctor travels under the sky, stars fill his path, his elixirs can bring the dead back to life, he can save a toppled heaven with one hand…”

At this point, the shock and gratitude in Wen Shumo’s heart reached its pinnacle.

He was disillusioned before, and had prematurely judged himself dead, therefore he put life and death aside and behaved more freely; now that his soul was back, his mind clear again, how can he not know what kind of life miracle he had encountered!

This is the kind of miracle doctor that everyone has been longing for since ancient times, truly capable of saving people from the King of Hell!

This kind of miraculous method of instantly healing the body is something he has never heard of, even those who boast the most dare not make such a claim.

How could he not be aware of the condition of his body and its injuries before?

In such a short time, to have recovered this much…

Is this something a human can do?