Farcical

As Lu Ren passed Old Cheng, the old man looked at Lu Ren's terrifying, blood-soaked appearance and could not help but tremble. He bitterly regretted letting him stay in his home for the sake of money. This fierce man had likely caused some enormous disaster.

Everyone said these martial heroes loved robbing the rich to aid the poor and especially enjoyed killing corrupt officials. Under normal circumstances, Old Cheng would have slapped his own face bloody for such thoughts.

But with this fierce man at his side, he could not even straighten his legs.

Lu Ren gave Old Cheng a slight nod in greeting, then stepped into the house. At once, he felt the force suppressing his True Energy and physical body abruptly vanish.

Feeling the surging True Energy within him, the furrow in Lu Ren's brow quickly eased. Sure enough, the house was like a safe zone. So long as one had the homeowner's approval and was allowed to stay, the rules of the City of Phantoms would no longer restrict one's movements.

His muscles writhed as his wounds sealed shut. His rolling blood and qi drew inward and circulated through his body. A faint moonlight-like radiance emerged around the edges of his wounds. Visible to the naked eye, the foreign energies left behind by magical treasures, Dao artifacts, and vicious Supernatural Arts began to be expelled, and his wounds slowly healed.

The attacks from those Heavenly Immortals had all carried exceedingly sinister foreign energies, frantically seeking to destroy the vitality within him. Ordinarily, even if his arms and legs were severed or he was blasted into fragments, Lu Ren could recover completely in the blink of an eye without the slightest delay. Now, however, he had to expel those foreign energies from his body.

Only after removing them