Wu Pifu continued staying on Liushang Island.
He was badly injured. The key was the damage to his essence, which was almost impossible to repair. Once something was lost, it was gone forever.
But strangely enough, as Wu Pifu slowly recuperated, his injuries stopped worsening within just four or five days. Though they had not fully healed in the short term, there were signs of recovery. His headaches had eased, he no longer suffered from insomnia at night, and he no longer saw vague phantom images or suddenly felt inexplicable, overwhelming terror.
As always, at Wu Pifu's level of strength, even if his heart were gone or his head exploded, he would not die. There were almost no longer any fatal injuries for him. Unless he was eroded by transcendent energy a level above his own, had most of his physical matter destroyed, or suffered damage to his mental consciousness, soul, or true spirit, he was extremely difficult to kill. Yet headaches, insomnia, vague phantom images, and sudden feelings of great terror were injuries to one's mental consciousness, soul, and true spirit. Those were exceptionally difficult to heal and would only grow worse.
His current condition was, in fact, a sign that he was healing himself.
"...As expected."
At that moment, Ging and Kula were briefing Wu Pifu on the tense international situation in his presidential suite. Beelzebub, however, did not care about any of that. No matter how badly injured Wu Pifu was, no mundane nation in this world within the lake could harm him. What truly concerned her was this unusual trait of his.
Once Ging and Kula had left, Wu Pifu asked Beelzebub, "What do you want to tell me?"
Beelzebub flew to Wu Pifu's ear and buzzed, "Check whether anyone is eavesdropping."
Wu Pifu frowned. Realizing