It took Xiang Kun just over a minute to fill all four glass containers with their contents and seal them with stoppers.
Then he set up his phone and began recording.
The first glass container, labeled X-001, held over twenty milliliters of blood.
The second, labeled R-001, held a small, bloodied piece of flesh weighing around three or four grams.
The third glass container, K-001, contained a mouthful of saliva.
The fourth, T-001, required close inspection to reveal a single black hair—it was a leg hair.
These four things had one thing in common: they had all come from Xiang Kun's body.
Yes, he had bled and cut flesh from himself again. This time, he had gone straight for his thigh, cutting off a piece of flesh even bigger than the last one.
Logically speaking, the injuries Xiang Kun had suffered while fighting that giant owl had been far more severe than cutting off such a small piece of flesh himself. An ordinary person would most likely have croaked on the spot. But perhaps because his attention had not been on himself at the time, and because of the massive adrenaline rush, the pain had been nowhere near as intense as it was now.
After gritting his teeth and slicing off that piece of flesh, the pain made his cheek muscles twitch uncontrollably, and he silently cursed himself for being a fucking idiot...
Still, he continued doing what needed to be done.
The pain came quickly and went quickly. Before long, he had focused his attention on the glass containers.
During a previous test of his wound-healing speed, he had cut off a grain-of-rice-sized piece of flesh from the tip of his little finger. Not long afterward, that piece had turned into powder. That had also made him notice that