Medical Soul Master's Dilemma

Meanwhile.

Jiang Mu, who had originally parted ways with the others, should have been preparing to go shopping with Tang Wutong, or perhaps study the so-called Heavenly Dao inheritance.

But he suddenly remembered something.

"Xu Sanshi had been comfortable for so long. It was time to settle the karma."

Jiang Mu had suddenly remembered it while walking earlier. He had long decided to make the other man lose his descendants, let him feel pain, and prevent him from having any further ideas.

There had simply been too many matters, too tightly packed together, so he had somewhat forgotten. Now that he remembered, he happened to have nothing else to deal with.

In order not to harm unfamiliar guards, whether he was doing good or evil, he should not involve others too much.

He should just let Xu Sanshi do it himself. After all, doing it to himself was better than having someone else do it to him, right?

His final act of tenderness.

"Ah, I'm too gentle, aren't I?"

[Xu Sanshi used the Descendant-Severing Blade. Give himself a cut.]

Just as this had been written.

Elsewhere, Xu Sanshi, who had returned to the Xuanming Sect to recuperate properly and had recovered seventy to eighty percent, had finally improved somewhat.

Because he had gained more enemies, and activating it all at once consumed less blood, the reduction could not keep up with the replenishment. Before leaving, he had specifically sent servants under assumed names to purchase another batch of Essence Blood from Tang Ya.

Although it pained him dearly, being able to preserve his life was what mattered.

Now that he had recovered seventy to eighty percent, he was preparing for revenge.

But just as he was about to act, it felt as though a thread had been shot