He picked up a sheet of yellow paper and spread it across his palm. Raising the brush, he dipped it in cinnabar ink and swiftly drew an intermediate Hemorrhage Control Talisman.
Jiang Hao could draw talismans with his bare hands, so why did he still need cinnabar and talisman paper?
First, using cinnabar and talisman paper consumed less spiritual power than drawing with bare hands. Why waste effort when he could save it? Second, it was more visually impressive and made it easier to show off.
He tossed the brush back onto the tray, pinched the talisman in his right hand, formed a sword-finger gesture with his left, and muttered an incantation.
"Boom!"
The talisman paper burst into flames in his hand. Jiang Hao waved his hand, grabbed the fireball, and pressed it hard against Liu Xiang's chest. His chant never stopped. Liu Xiang only felt his chest suddenly turn hot. About half a minute later, Jiang Hao slowly released his hand, and Liu Xiang discovered in shock that the hole in his chest had actually sealed shut.
The captain of the guard saw everything clearly. His mouth fell open so wide he could have fit a chicken's rear end inside.
Jiang Hao placed his hand over the wound on Liu Xiang's shoulder as well. Before long, that wound closed too. He gently wiped away the blood with alcohol and found fresh flesh had already grown back.
"Unbelievable!"
The captain of the guard could not help saying it aloud.
Liu Xiang looked at Jiang Hao, excitement shining in his expression. Speaking in Sichuan dialect, he said, "May I ask which immortal has graced us with his presence and saved Liu Xiang's life? Please leave your immortal name and honorific. One day, Liu Xiang will surely build you a temple and