"Cough, cough..."
Mu Chen struggled free from the sand dune, then collapsed onto the yellow sand.
With a retch, he spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with sand. His face was deathly pale, and his right arm burned fiercely. He could barely feel much pain from it, yet the sweat streaming down his face had grown so thick it was nearly syrupy.
Rolling over onto his back, Mu Chen lay flat on the ground and panted heavily, completely ignoring the system announcement informing him that his mission had been completed.
After giving himself a brief inspection, Mu Chen's eye twitched. His entire right arm hung limp and numb. His shoulder bone had caved in, with some of the bones shattered, while most of the meridians along half his body had been ruptured by the impact.
Although he looked utterly miserable and his injuries were severe, none of that mattered much as long as he was alive.
Killing Mo Cheng, a Mid-Rank Dou Ling, as a Seven-Star Dou Master—such a glorious feat was beyond what outsiders could imagine.
Mu Chen took out a large handful of medicinal pills. He did not care about their names or grades; anything that could heal his injuries or restore his Dou Qi was stuffed into his mouth.
"Little fellow, you really are lucky. You took a full-force strike comparable to one from a Peak Dou Ling and still survived.
This old man has seen quite a few geniuses, but in terms of strength, those your age would likely struggle even to glimpse your back. I really am curious about who your teacher is."
As Hai Bodong approached and saw that Mu Chen had not died, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Over the years, Mu Chen was the first alchemist he had