"Cough, cough, cough..."
Blood kept spraying from Lin Xuan's mouth.
Since stepping onto the path of Cultivation, he had experienced countless battles large and small, but chances to suffer such grave injuries were truly rare.
The wound was the size of a bowl's mouth, and fresh blood gushed out in glugging streams.
If it had been another cultivator, nine times out of ten he would already have fallen, or else he would have needed to let his Nascent Soul flee. After all, being heavily injured to this degree meant the wounds would certainly be difficult to restore fully.
Lin Xuan, of course, would not make that choice.
He had gone through untold hardships to temper his fleshly body to such a degree; how could he abandon it over a little injury?
Lin Xuan drew in a breath. Crystal light suddenly rose from the wound; not only did the blood flow slow, but countless granulation buds then appeared, wriggling ceaselessly as they repaired the injury.
"This..."
Baoshe was dumbstruck, almost thinking she had seen wrong. Her murmuring voice entered the ear: "Undying Body? How is that possible?"
No wonder this woman was astonished. The Undying Body, as its name implied, belonged to Demonic Beasts with wild ancient bloodlines, and their numbers were extremely scarce.
And this Little Fellow surnamed Lin before her—his origins had been investigated by them in perfect clarity.
He was one hundred percent a human cultivator who had ascended, no mistake. How could he possibly possess the Undying Body?
Too absurd!
In the past, never mind witnessing such a thing, she had not even heard of it.
Yet the scene before her eyes was absolutely not fake.
Though Baoshe was dumbstruck, she did not continue standing there in a daze. This woman, too, had fought through a hundred