Tang San swept his gaze over everyone. His voice was so hoarse it sounded bitter as he forced out the rest of his sentence. "His life has been saved."
"But... the poison corroded Fatty's meridians for far too long."
"Most of his meridians have now severely atrophied, and many have even become extensively fused together."
Those words were like thunder out of a clear sky.
Yu Xiaogang hurried forward two steps, his voice rising several decibels. "Atrophied and fused?"
"Xiao San, explain carefully. How serious will the impact on his future cultivation be?"
As a master of theory, Yu Xiaogang knew all too well what damaged meridians meant to a Soul Master.
They were the foundation—the very basis upon which a Soul Master survived.
Yet he still wanted a definite answer from Tang San himself.
Tang San pressed his lips together, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Meridians are the channels through which Soul Power circulates."
"Now that those channels are blocked, Fatty's future cultivation speed will likely be slower than even that of ordinary Soul Masters. It will be extremely slow."
At this point,
Tang San glanced at Ma Hongjun, who was lying in bed with his ears pricked up, then sighed inwardly and continued. "The most fatal issue is that his meridians are too fragile. In the future, he simply won't be able to withstand the enormous energy impact brought by high-level Soul Rings."
"If he forcibly absorbs Soul Rings with slightly higher age, there's a high chance he'll explode and die."
"By conservative estimates, Hongjun's future Soul Power limit... will at most remain at Soul King. Beyond that, there's basically no path left."
No path left.
Those three words echoed back and forth through the cramped dormitory.
The faint hope in Ma Hongjun's eyes was like a