Half a month later,
Deep within the dense fog, a hollow in the mountain wall finally welcomed a visitor once again.
Zhao Sheng, filthy and dust-covered, climbed over the slope. He dropped onto the ground on his backside, gasping for breath.
Ignoring everything else, he immediately swallowed a Spirit Essence Pill and tore open a Water Healing Talisman to treat the injury on his arm.
A deep gash had been torn across his arm, blood still pouring from it without stop.
As spiritual water covered the wound, the bleeding from the gash swiftly ceased.
He had truly been too unlucky.
Over a journey of two hundred li and fifteen days, he had gotten lost dozens of times and encountered danger seventeen or eighteen times, yet he had not been injured even once.
Ninety-nine percent of the journey to fetch the scriptures was already behind him; he was only one step away from reaching the sacred mountain.
Yet right at the doorstep, he had suffered an utterly undeserved disaster.
Less than ten li from the Hillside Spirit Herb Garden, Zhao Sheng had been walking peacefully beneath a cliff when two giant beasts suddenly began fighting atop the cliff above him. Earth and stones crumbled, falling down in sheets.
Zhao Sheng had not had time to dodge completely before the falling earth and stones smashed down over his head and face.
Not only was he left covered in dust and dirt, but his arm had also been ripped open by a huge gash.
One word: rotten luck!
In mere moments, the wound on Zhao Sheng's arm rapidly stopped bleeding and contracted, forming a reddish crystalline membrane as fresh flesh began to grow beneath it.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng knew it was due to his self-healing physique! His body recovered seven times faster