"I... I'm not dead?"
Xiao Chenyu picked himself up and checked the state of his body.
Earlier, as his consciousness faded, he had felt the grievous damage inside him. Unless something unexpected happened, death would come sooner or later.
But now, not only had his injuries healed, even his aptitude for cultivation had improved.
What exactly had happened?
As Xiao Chenyu rose, black ash spilled from his chest onto the ground.
Once its medicinal power was exhausted, the Sky Snow Ice Grass would turn to black ash. Xiao Chenyu still had no idea what he had been through.
Lei Meng soon walked over and explained a few things to him.
He said nothing about the immortal herb, however.
Xiao Chenyu had followed him for a long time and earned illustrious military honors. But the immortal herb was far too precious, and Lei Meng did not want him to feel indebted.
The immortal herb his teacher had given him had been intended for his own use, but sharing it with someone else in an emergency was understandable.
Besides, Xiao Chenyu's aptitude was poor. Even if he visited Lei Meng's teacher, he would most likely receive no guidance. Lei Meng could not wound his comrade's pride.
"Xiao Chenyu, rest here for now. I'll look around for a way out. Once we're out, let's retire."
"Your military merits are enough for you to inherit your father's position as city lord. As for me, I'm ready to go home."
Xiao Chenyu's eyes grew forlorn.
He owed his acquaintance with a young duke's son like Lei Meng to the goodwill earned by the previous generation.
Even with his improved aptitude, he did not think he would ever break through to Spirit Saint, let alone Soul Douluo. He and Lei Meng ultimately belonged to two different