Bab 43: The First Spirit Ring Ability (1)
And in a moment, he seemed to hear a clear and melodious crack, immediately following, that hot current frenziedly dispersed, then again merged. Merging into a milky white stream. That originally winding little streamlet in a flash became a brook, congcong flowing, trailing, the blazing agony already disappearing, only leaving a comfortable warmth.
Success. Wild joy once again arrived; Tang San was familiar with this kind of breaking feeling Tang San, that clearly was the feeling of Mysterious Heaven skill's first bottleneck splitting open, internal strength merging together with the spirit ring's power, becoming an even more formidable energy, within this extremely brief time, at full speed going around within his body's energy passages revolving several circuits, slowly flowing into his dantian.
Just as Tang San suspected, arriving within this world, his Mysterious Heaven skill had virtually formed a bizarre relationship with spirit master's spirit power. Mysterious Heaven skill's every tier corresponded to a spirit master title. Obtaining this first spirit ring, he finally broke through the first tier Mysterious Heaven skill bottleneck.
Of course, his current power in no way was as simple as only Mysterious Heaven skill entering the second tier, he still possessed the spirit strength unrelated to Tang sect, as well as the ability produced by the first spirit ring.
Absorbing the spirit ring brought about a kind of unfolding clear feeling that was impossible to describe in words, like floating to and fro high in the clouds not subject to gravity, also like entering the pinnacle of extreme bliss. All over his whole body, thirty six thousand pores without exception stretched open, greedily respiring wonderful air, the fundamental change already made amazing changes occur in Tang San's body.
Tang San as much as possible calmed his excited heart, Mysterious Heaven skill under the aid of the spirit ring breaking through informed his future developing direction, he knew, regardless of how, his life in this world, he was probably unable to separate from the spirit again. Spirit power was exactly Mysterious Heaven skill internal strength, internal strength also was exactly spirit power. His destiny would be to walk a spirit master's path. Of course, he would be classified as a Tang sect spirit master.
Just when Tang San slowly opened both eyes, the sky was already light, the new day brought vigorous vitality seemingly calling to his body.
Tang San lowered his head to look at himself, he discovered, his body because of obtaining the spirit ring also seemed to have changed somewhat. His originally thin and small stature seemingly grew a bit taller, his shoulders also somewhat broader, on his skin even more a layer of jade-like lustre.
Between gestures, brimming with strength he had a lithe feeling of comfort. Not needing painstaking experiments, he knew that not only his inner strength broke through the bottleneck, all parts of his body's functions had also substantially elevated under the influence of obtaining the hundred year datura snake's spirit ring.
"Teacher."
Regaining consciousness, Tang San first of all thought of Grandmaster, he was eager to tell Grandmaster, that Grandmaster's spirit beast mimicry principle was a success. The whole merging process, although also enduring not a little agony, was without any feelings of conflict.
Just when his gaze found Grandmaster, he couldn't help but be greatly taken aback.
Grandmaster lay fallen on the ground, body seemingly already rigid, motionless. Around him and Grandmaster, realgar powder surrounded them in a circle, situation the same as their previous campsite.
"Teacher, what happened?"
Tang San in his heart was greatly worried, hurriedly standing up, coming over to Grandmaster's side, helping his body up.
Seeing Grandmaster's face, Tang San unconsciously blurted out,
"Poison."
Grandmaster's originally rigid face was surrounded by a sinister air, the whole body already breathing hard, body rigid, already lost feeling.
"How would teacher be poisoned?"
Raising the question, Tang San suddenly felt Grandmaster's body was somewhat abnormal, and hurriedly drew back his right arm's jacket sleeve.
He saw Grandmaster's right arm was swollen to triple size compared to normal, skin stretched tight and turning bright purple, fortunately a cloth band was tied tightly on his upper arm, and clearly Grandmaster produced his own emergency treatment measures after being poisoned. Even though this way, under the circumstances the majority of the poison would not spread, but he was still unconscious, one could see how potent this poison was.
In his mind a flash of light, and Tang San suddenly understood the cause for Grandmaster's poisoning. Before when he and Grandmaster were escaping being killed by the datura snake, Grandmaster's spirit Luo San Pao was bitten by the datura snake, exactly bitten on Luo San Pao's right foreleg, at that time was recalled by Grandmaster very quickly. Beast spirits are one with their host, even though Grandmaster's beast spirit was a variation it was still like that. Spirit being poisoned, is equivalent to the host also being poisoned? But Grandmaster wholeheartedly assisted him in absorbing the spirit ring, regardless of his own safety, waiting until after he entered cultivation state until his spirit power was unable to restrain the poison, so the poison spread.
Comparatively speaking, in this regard tool spirits had the advantage: tool spirits contaminated by poison would not influence the host's body.
"Fortunately Grandmaster stopped the poison from spreading, otherwise I also would have no means."
After Tang San felt for the strength of the pulse in Grandmaster's left hand, he secretly let out a breath. The poison had not yet attacked the heart, there was still time to save him.
Coming from Tang sect, regarding how to deal with poisoned wounds Tang San was very clear. Right now, he was unable to not use flame whether or not it could attract spirit beasts, very quickly gathering some dry twigs and leaves from the surrounding, using a torch to ignite the pile, afterwards immediately tearing off Grandmaster's right sleeve, using the short sword Grandmaster gave him to dig a hole in the ground, afterward pouring out fresh water, and cleaning the sword blade.
The campfire gradually flourished, after Tang San repeatedly roasted the short sword over the fire, hauling Grandmaster's body to the side of the little hole, letting his right hand hang down inside.
Taking a deep breath, Tang San turned over the wrist, in three successive cuts, separately delimiting Grandmaster's pulse point, crook of the arm and armpit.
Immediately, three streams of blackish purple blood bringing a strong smell with a faint fragrance of tea spurted out, like three brooks flowing into the previously dug little hole.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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