Transplanting the Redemption Organ

Li Ziran's silence made Wood extremely impatient. He desperately questioned him about inheritances and organ knowledge.

Yet Li Ziran was even quieter than expected, wholly focused on binding blood vessels and meridians. Even the flesh was methodically drawn aside toward the center.

He had long grown accustomed to Wood's astonishment. So long as Wood could provide precise coordinates, forget inside a skull—even taking a lap around inside a Giant's body would be no problem for him.

Li Ziran was like an experienced old farmer. With a light flick or a simple binding, every stubborn vine and blood vessel opened up into a passage.

The technique was simple, yet it possessed a unique beauty.

Not only Wood, but even Cavis, who knew little about organs, stared blankly.

He had heard of Li Ziran's accomplishments in the field of organs, and how he had even created the Magic Viscera System unique to himself. But only now, seeing it firsthand, did he understand what a true master surgeon was.

After dozens of questions received not a single reply, Wood quieted down as well.

The curiosity in his eyes gradually turned into respect. He knew perfectly well that this seemingly ordinary skill was not something cultivated in a day or a night.

Forget the technique of binding blood vessels—even where they currently were, within the temple, one careless slash through flesh could trigger a catastrophic hemorrhage.

Li Ziran was very calm. The pressure Bowente had brought him over the past days seemed to vanish completely in this instant. Entering a body gave him the feeling of coming home.

Layers of flesh broke apart, blood vessels were bound in orderly fashion, and he advanced bit by bit through the gaps in the skull.

He did not hold much hope for this so-called miraculous organ, because