(Second update)
Yang Ming sat cross-legged atop the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Avatar, an antique zither resting across his legs, his hands gently placed over its strings.
At the sight, the expressions of Spirit Hall's subordinates shifted from initial bewilderment to growing savagery. Their facial expressions were truly spectacular.
"Fuck!"
"This guy is looking down on us! He's actually playing the zither right in front of us? Does he think we have no pride?"
"Kill him! Hurry up and kill this show-off cheater! Just looking at him pisses me off. My eyelids keep twitching—I have a bad feeling about this."
Yang Ming's action had thoroughly provoked public outrage, drawing all the hatred of Spirit Hall's subordinates onto himself.
Yet before they could make a move, Yang Ming's fingers lightly brushed the strings. A tranquil, peaceful melody drifted forth, and the Song of Forgetfulness truly seemed capable of making one forget every sorrow in the mortal world.
As the music gradually deepened, a faint green radiance brimming with vitality emerged. Like frolicking little sprites, it poured into the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Avatar beneath him. The wounds so deep that bone was visible began sprouting fresh flesh at a speed perceptible to the naked eye, the tender growth intertwining and gradually forming new blood and muscle.
The tingling sensation brought by rapidly regenerating flesh was like countless ants crawling across his wounds. Even Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, thick-skinned as he was, could not help blushing with embarrassment as he let out muffled moans of both pleasure and pain.
This scene was simply awful.
Fortunately, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo was not in human form right now, but had transformed into the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Avatar. Otherwise, an old man well past forty moaning in front of so many strangers would have