Power of a God (2/2)

Xu Feng had not forgotten.

This Dragon-Body Miasma had initially clung only to his skin and flesh, without reaching his muscles or bones.

Only later had it gradually burrowed into his body.

That was why Xu Feng had asked his master to whip him with clothes steeped in incense smoke. His master had put all his strength into it, hitting Xu Feng so hard he wanted to hit back.

It had hurt, but it had worked. After several blows, Xu Feng saw that his Dragon-Body Miasma status had disappeared.

The moment it vanished, Xu Feng cried out, "Master, that's enough!

Master, I'm cured!"

Hearing his disciple call out again and again, his master saw him running and jumping about.

Only then did he lower the clothes, looking somewhat reluctant to stop. "Don't hide an illness because you're afraid of the cure."

Xu Feng said, "Well said, Master. I'll take that lesson to heart, but I really am cured."

I can't take another hit!

His master stopped.

Only then did Xu Feng ask, "This is my first time taking on a job like this, Master. Do we have enough here?"

His master looked around. "Is that snake strong?"

"Hard to say," Xu Feng replied, "but it's definitely something people can deal with."

"Then it isn't strong, though it is an ill omen.

If people can find a way to deal with something, then it's an ill omen. As for everything around us, it looks ready. But no one else can stay nearby. If something happens to the two of us while we're Stitching Calamity, that's our own fault.

We can't drag anyone else into it."

"All right," Xu Feng said. "We'll do it your way.

Go and send the others away. I'll pack down the earth around here and firm up