The Pain of Even Breathing
At any rate, using the Appraisal Secret Method no longer required him to shed blood, so Song Shuhang used it with exceptional generosity.
The more he used it, the more skill experience he could gain.
It was free to try~
A moment later, a tiny wound appeared on the smoke-like Song Shuhang's arm.
If such a wound appeared on a normal physical body, it would amount to nothing more than lightly scraping the skin of the arm. With Song Shuhang's current physical strength, it would heal before any blood had time to flow.
Song Shuhang felt a wave of disappointment.
He already knew the experiment had failed without even looking at the appraisal result.
With such a tiny price, what useful information could it possibly appraise?
[A sheet of ordinary paper: Produced on May 20, 2019, a day brimming with the flavor of love. It bears a handwritten inscription by Profound Sage Tyrannical Song, but contains no spiritual energy whatsoever.]
Song Shuhang: "..."
As expected, it wouldn't work.
"Did it succeed?" Soft Feather asked.
Song Shuhang: "It failed. It could only appraise information about the paper."
"What a pity. If it had succeeded, I had so many interesting and daring ideas." Soft Feather sounded disappointed.
Song Shuhang: "..."
He suddenly felt somewhat fortunate that the experiment had failed. He had a feeling Soft Feather's interesting and daring ideas would bring him a devastating disaster.
"Right, Senior Song, please send me a photo of Tiantian Island Lord's room." Soft Feather spoke again.
Song Shuhang: "?"
"Senior Song, you mentioned in the 'Nine Provinces Number One Group' earlier that the only thing still on in Tiantian Island Lord's room was the computer. Yet the defensive formations of the entire immortal abode and the island-protecting formation