Luring Mang Tianchi

After the pill entered his mouth, its vast yet gentle medicinal power surged through Mang Tianchi's body like a spring tide.

In but a few moments, a soft emerald radiance brimming with vitality slowly seeped from every pore of his body, shrouding him like a thin mist.

The light was not dazzling, yet it carried a reassuring vitality. Bathed in its glow, the pallor on Mang Tianchi's face gradually gave way to color. The crisscrossing wounds on his body—whether the bone-deep cuts carelessly inflicted by spatial rifts or the charred marks left by lightning and fire—were healing and fading at a visible rate.

Fresh flesh quietly sprouted like tender buds, reconnecting the damaged skin. It was as though time had turned back, and everything was gently smoothed away beneath the warm medicinal power.

Even his previously blackened, bedraggled appearance, scorched by Lightning Power, gradually shed that unnatural coloration within the green light.

The charred skin flaked away piece by piece, revealing his true complexion beneath—still somewhat weary, but no longer wretched.

His brows, once tightly furrowed from his injuries, slowly relaxed as well. His tightly pressed lips loosened slightly, revealing the calm of one who had survived a calamity.

As his cultivation technique circulated, the pill's effects grew increasingly potent, and the pace of recovery quickened further.

About the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the emerald radiance completely receded. Mang Tianchi slowly opened his eyes. The murkiness caused by his severe injuries had vanished, replaced by a newly gathered sharpness.

He rose to his feet and stretched his limbs. He felt strength filling every bone and muscle in his body; nearly eighty percent of his internal injuries had healed, and he had recovered to around seventy or eighty percent of his former condition.

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