Xiao Yan sensed the speed at which his arm was healing. Blade light flashed repeatedly in his hand, and wounds appeared on his cross-legged thighs as well. Yet there was no pain there either; only his soul power could sense where he had truly been injured.
"Looks like it isn't just my neck. It's like this all over my body," Xiao Yan muttered to himself.
He felt no pain when injured, and his wounds healed at a visibly rapid pace. Not even magical beasts possessed such a constitution. Having such an ability in battle was undoubtedly the strongest trump card in a fight to the death! But what worried Xiao Yan now was that he had no way of controlling this ability. An ability beyond his control could not be relied upon, because he had no idea when it might fail.
Xiao Yan frowned slightly. He knew his own body best; this was definitely not some innate special constitution like Qing Lin's or Xiao Yi Xian's. Neither Ming Mei nor the Void Heavenly Emperor had ever mentioned it to him. The only thing the Void Heavenly Emperor had said was that Xiao Yan carried a force of fortune gained from freeing the many imprisoned experts in the Ten Thousand Beasts Space. But the power of fortune certainly could not help him heal himself!
Xiao Yan recalled that the last time he had fought someone was not long ago in the Wind Lightning Mountain Range. At that time, his injuries had still been unable to heal on their own.
"After that... could it be!" Xiao Yan suddenly remembered something with a somewhat similar effect—the Heartblood Clay Puppet of the Yellow Spring Pavilion!
Although Venerable Yellow Spring had said that the clay puppet could only block one fatal injury for its owner,