Spirit Word Backlash

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Li Moxun's expression was uncharacteristically complex.

Before he could examine it closely, however, he clamped a hand over his mouth and, unable to hold it back any longer, spat out a mouthful of blood.

A wave of intense pain surged through his body.

Although he had only exerted a fraction of his power, a World-Ending grade Spirit Word was still more than his current physical vessel could withstand.

Even though the Spirit Word had been released by his clone, a portion of the power had still fed back into him, and even that small amount remained terrifyingly potent.

Staring at his hands now, Li Moxun could clearly see the veins beneath his skin.

Instead of the pale purple of a normal person, his veins were a deep, burning red.

This power scorched him from within, causing Li Moxun's complexion to turn deathly pale in an instant.

Fortunately, the pain was not entirely unbearable.

He raised his palm, produced two medicine vials, and hurriedly swallowed the pills inside.

Only after the pills reached his stomach did Li Moxun's expression ease significantly.

He sat quietly on the toilet seat, waiting for the medicinal effects to be fully absorbed before his condition stabilized enough for him to open the door and walk out.

Back at his seat, Gu Yue shifted her legs slightly to let Li Moxun pass so he could sit in the inner spot.

Gu Yue scrutinized Li Moxun closely, and seeing the boy's pale complexion, her eyes grew complex.

"You must have been injured earlier. How are you feeling? Do you need someone to take a look at you?"

As Gu Yue spoke, her tone carried a hint of inquiry.

She did not know how badly Li Moxun had been hurt during his clash with the mysterious young man, but seeing the scar on his face, her brows furrowed tightly.

Although Wu Zhangkong had already treated the wound, the scar still snaked across his face.

This mark clearly marred the boy's aura, even making him look somewhat pitiful.

Yet, upon hearing Gu Yue's words, Li Moxun glanced at her, and to her surprise, the boy did not refuse; instead, he nodded calmly.

"I recall there is a soul beast species called the Emerald Swan. Their life energy is excellent for healing injuries. If possible, have it come to treat me."

Li Moxun's voice was very soft.

The injuries he had sustained were far more severe than Gu Yue imagined.

Almost every capillary in his body was on the verge of rupturing; without sufficient life energy to heal them, it could cause lasting damage.

Among the Spirit Words, there were too few that could be used for healing.

Although as the White King he possessed strong self-healing abilities, once those abilities were affected by a World-Ending grade Spirit Word, he would require a long time to recover on his own.

One had to understand that injuries caused by a Spirit Word could not be healed by the standard methods of a soul master.

However, Li Moxun was not looking to recover his strength, but rather to replenish his life force.

Only with sufficient life force could he utilize the power of the White King to rapidly repair his own body.

Therefore, aside from the Emerald Swan, the healing abilities of others were ineffective on him; only the replenishment of life energy would work.

Hearing Li Moxun's request, Gu Yue hesitated for only a second before nodding calmly.

"That can be done. They have already arrived in Tianhai City ahead of time. Once you reach Tianhai City, just come with me, and I will take you to find it for treatment."

After Gu Yue finished speaking, her expression grew complex, and she looked at Li Moxun with undisguised worry in her eyes.

"What did she say to you? It couldn't have been anything pleasant, right?"

Gu Yue spoke with hesitation, but Li Moxun did not hide anything, recounting everything Leng Yaozhu had said to him in full detail.

Upon hearing that Leng Yaozhu had questioned Li Moxun about his martial soul, Gu Yue's brows furrowed slightly.

She understood Leng Yaozhu's personality and her strength; Leng Yaozhu would never show any respect to a boy who was only a four-ring soul master.

Thus, in Gu Yue's mind, such an arrogant, coercive, and exploitative attitude was perfectly normal.

Yet, the boy before her was no simple character either.

His identity was exceptionally mysterious, even bizarre; even with all the means at her disposal, Gu Yue had been unable to uncover the boy's birth records.

In particular, regarding the clone ability and the strange powers he possessed, Gu Yue actually had certain suspicions—she suspected that the young man who had appeared earlier was a clone of Li Moxun.

After all, she had seen Li Moxun's clones before, but that young man had been going for the kill, clearly wanting Li Moxun's life, which made her uncertain.

Moreover, a guess was just a guess, and since Li Moxun had been sitting right there the whole time, Gu Yue had not leaned too heavily into that theory.

"Although I don't know why she has her eyes on you, you two have likely already developed a conflict."

"She is my master, her name is Leng Yaozhu, and her personality is extremely cold. Since you have a conflict with her, combined with your talent, it is very likely she will move against you."

Gu Yue's voice was soft, her tone remaining largely unchanged.

Having existed for tens of thousands of years, she actually felt nothing toward being Leng Yaozhu's disciple.

However, listening to Gu Yue, Li Moxun merely glanced at her calmly.

He did not explain Leng Yaozhu's current state to Gu Yue, nor did he mention that the woman had likely already been killed by him.

These were all trivial, inconsequential matters.

Li Moxun sat there in silence, raised his hand, and brazenly took out two more pills, stuffing them into his mouth to continue healing his injuries.

Watching Li Moxun's behavior, Gu Yue also fell silent.

She did not know how to resolve this matter, nor did she know what she should do, so she could only remain quiet.

As the carriage returned to silence, the sound of discussion from Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and the others drifted over.

Tang Wulin, in particular, sounded full of panic.

"That young man, that young man is the thug who attacked Mu Xi and me earlier! He was the one who directly crippled one of Mu Xi's arms!"

As Tang Wulin spoke, his tone was filled with more fear than anger.

He had not expected the man to track them down, which clearly left him rattled.

He especially feared that he was the man's target, as he had lost consciousness too early and did not know who Leng Yaozhu was, nor had he ever seen her.

But thinking of a Title Douluo intervening, Tang Wulin's anxiety instinctively eased slightly; he felt that with a Title Douluo involved, there was no way that young man could have survived.

Hearing Tang Wulin's words, Gu Yue and Li Moxun in the back, along with the others in the front, almost all looked toward Tang Wulin.

Xie Xie, sitting beside him, asked directly:

"Is this the same thug who appeared in Donghai City? That can't be right, wasn't it said he was already dead? How could he show up again?"

"And Wulin, what's this about your senior sister's arm being broken? Can't a broken arm be healed?"

Xie Xie spoke with a note of confusion.

One had to know that both the Tang Sect and the Spirit Pagoda possessed many methods to help people recover from severed limbs.

In this era, a lost limb was no longer a difficult problem; this was not two thousand years ago.

In this age, both soul guidance technology and certain special soul skills were highly advanced.

He truly could not understand why Tang Wulin was so terrified when mentioning a broken arm.