Wu Pifu did not dwell on the matter of god-made restoration bodies.
Whether or not he was the ultimate result of those so-called great gods and Origins, he was Wu Pifu. He was human—nothing more than a pure-blooded human.
As for talent, accumulation, essence...
Honestly, no matter how much people bragged about that stuff, didn't it all come down to the individual?
How had he made it from those early days to where he was now? By risking his life with his head on the line. Every time had been a fight to the death. If he had made even one mistake along the way, he would have been dead long ago. What was there to say about some absurdly overpowered god-made restoration body...
A bargain-bin super version, was it?
A beggar god, was it?
So he simply let it pass after hearing it. Beelzebub was acting terribly serious about it, but he did not take it to heart at all.
As he had said, first and foremost, he was Wu Pifu. He was a human, a pure-blooded human. Everything else came after that.
There were naturally no further twists or turns for Wu Pifu on Liushang Island.
Although news of his severe injuries seemed to have stirred undercurrents and unrest within the human society around the lake, no idiotic incident actually occurred.
No matter how badly wounded a dragon was, it was still a dragon. And this was not even a dragon—it was a heavenly god who had slain the Cataclysm, the apocalyptic disaster that had destroyed a glorious ultra-ancient civilization!
Besides, even if there really were complications, as long as those dignitaries retained even a shred of sense, they would not charge in like idiots before the situation was clear.
Thus, Wu Pifu continued living freely and comfortably