Spirit Word Backlash

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Li Moxun wore an unusually complicated expression.

But before he could examine it closely, he clamped a hand over his mouth. In the end, he couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A sharp pain surged through his body.

He had used only a little of his power, but even so, his current body couldn't withstand an Apocalyptic Spirit Word.

Although the Apocalyptic Spirit Word had been unleashed by his clone, part of its power had still been transmitted back to him. And even that small portion was terrifying.

Gazing down at his hands, Li Moxun could clearly see the veins beneath his skin.

The veins throughout his body weren't the pale purple of a normal person's. They were a vivid red.

That power scorched him, turning his face deathly pale in an instant.

Fortunately, the pain wasn't too intense.

He raised his hand, and two medicine bottles appeared in it. As soon as he opened them, he hurriedly swallowed the two pills inside.

Only after the pills went down did Li Moxun's expression ease considerably.

He sat quietly on the toilet. After the medicine's effects had been fully absorbed, his expression eased a little more. Then he opened the door and went out.

When he returned to his seat, Gu Yue shifted her legs slightly to let Li Moxun pass and sit in the inner seat.

Gu Yue studied Li Moxun carefully. Seeing the pallor in the boy's face, her eyes grew complicated.

"You must have been hurt just now. How bad are your injuries? Do you need someone to take a look at them?"

As Gu Yue spoke, there was a note of inquiry in her voice.

She didn't know how badly Li Moxun had been hurt fighting that unfamiliar young man, but the scar on his face made her knit her brows.

Although Wu Zhangkong had already treated it, the scar still stretched across his face.

It clearly marred the boy's appearance, even making him look somewhat pitiful.

But when he heard Gu Yue, Li Moxun glanced at her. To her surprise, he didn't refuse. Instead, he calmly nodded.

"I remember there's a Soul Beast called the Emerald Swan among the Soul Beast clans. Its life energy is very effective for healing injuries. If possible, have one come treat me."

Li Moxun's voice was soft.

His injuries were far worse than Gu Yue imagined.

Nearly all the capillaries throughout his body were on the verge of bursting. Without enough life energy to treat them, the damage could affect him.

And there were very few Spirit Words capable of healing.

As the White King himself, he had a powerful ability to recover, but the Apocalyptic Spirit Word had affected it. He would still need a long time to heal.

After all, injuries caused by Spirit Words couldn't be healed through ordinary Soul Master methods.

But Li Moxun wasn't trying to heal his injuries outright. He needed to replenish his life force.

Only with enough life force could he use the White King's power to rapidly repair his injuries.

So apart from the Emerald Swan, other people's healing abilities wouldn't do him much good. Only replenishing his life force would work.

At Li Moxun's words, Gu Yue hesitated for just a second before calmly nodding.

"Of course. They've already arrived in Tianhai City ahead of us. Once you get there, just come with me. I'll take you to it so it can treat you."

After speaking, Gu Yue's expression turned complicated. She looked at Li Moxun, her eyes filled with unconcealed concern.

"What did she say to you? It probably wasn't anything good, was it?"

Gu Yue spoke hesitantly, but Li Moxun didn't hide anything. He recounted everything Leng Yaozhu had said to him.

When Gu Yue heard that Leng Yaozhu had asked about Li Moxun's Martial Soul, her brows drew together slightly.

She knew Leng Yaozhu's personality, and she knew how powerful she was. Leng Yaozhu would never show any respect to a boy with only a Fourth Ring.

So, to Gu Yue, that high-and-mighty, threatening attitude was perfectly normal.

But the boy in front of her was no simple person either.

His identity was exceptionally mysterious, even downright bizarre. Despite investigating him by every means available, Gu Yue still couldn't find out when he was born.

In particular, she had a theory about the clone ability and strange powers he possessed. She suspected the young man who had appeared earlier was Li Moxun's clone.

After all, she had seen Li Moxun's clone before. But that young man had genuinely been trying to kill him, which left her uncertain.

Besides, a guess was still just a guess. And Li Moxun had been sitting here the whole time, so although Gu Yue had her suspicions, she hadn't taken them any further.

"Although I don't know why she's got her eye on you, the two of you may already have a conflict."

"She's my master. Her name is Leng Yaozhu, and she's very cold. Given your conflict with her and your talent, she may well come after you."

Gu Yue's voice was soft, and her tone barely changed.

After all, she had lived for tens of thousands of years. Being Leng Yaozhu's disciple meant very little to her.

But Li Moxun merely gave her a calm glance.

He didn't explain Leng Yaozhu's current situation to Gu Yue, or that he might already have killed her.

All of that was trivial.

Li Moxun simply sat there in silence, raised his hand, brazenly took out two pills, and put them in his mouth, continuing to recover from his injuries.

Seeing how Li Moxun acted, Gu Yue fell silent as well.

She didn't know how to resolve the situation or what she should do, so she could only remain quiet.

As the carriage fell silent again, the voices of Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and the others drifted over from the front.

Tang Wulin's voice, in particular, was full of panic.

"That young man—that young man was the thug who attacked Mu Xi and me before! He was the one who crippled one of Mu Xi's arms!"

As Tang Wulin spoke, anger filled his voice, but fear filled it even more.

He hadn't expected that man to come after them. Tang Wulin was clearly flustered.

He especially feared that he might be the man's target. After all, he had lost consciousness too early to know about Leng Yaozhu. He hadn't even seen her.

But after watching a Titled Douluo make a move, Tang Wulin instinctively felt a little reassured. With a Titled Douluo taking action, there was no way that young man could survive.

At Tang Wulin's words, Gu Yue and Li Moxun in the back, along with everyone else up front, turned to look at him.

Xie Xie beside him immediately asked:

"Was that guy the thug who showed up in Eastsea City before? No way. Didn't they say he was already dead? How did he show up again?"

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

Xie Xie sounded puzzled.

After all, both the Tang Sect and the Spirit Pagoda had plenty of methods for restoring severed limbs.

In this era, losing an arm wasn't that serious. This wasn't two thousand years ago.

Whether it was Soul Guidance Technology or special Soul Skills, everything in this era was highly advanced.

He truly couldn't understand why Tang Wulin was so frightened when he mentioned the severed arm.