Xi.
One meaning was "wild boar."
Second was the "Historian of antiquity."
A third was the title of an ancient ruler.
Apart from the third, Lin Feng felt that either meaning could have something to do with him.
Judging by the context, the first was most likely. Bronze vessel patterns had appeared on his body.
A pig-faced soaring serpent pattern.
The Bronze Vessel's boar-faced soaring serpent pattern would have made sense anywhere.
Lin Feng could understand that.
Anywhere except on his arm.
He quietly channeled some blood and qi into Brother Chen through the Net of Luo while studying the Bronze vessel patterns on his body.
Cultivators had abundant blood and qi.
But transferring it recklessly could cause someone to hemorrhage to death.
The Net of Luo neatly compensated for that flaw.
The Net of Luo was quite safe.
With Lin Feng's help, the soreness in Brother Chen's muscles eased all over.
The Shamans of Chu knew how to do this too.
They just weren't so kindhearted.
The Shamans of ancient Chu would probably have taken a simpler approach: disabling a person's ability to protect themselves.
From then on, the person would feel neither pain nor stimulation.
Aside from leaving someone pretty much ruined, there were no other drawbacks.
Lin Feng still had a decent amount of humanity.
While making Brother Chen talk to the wall, he also helped him rest and recover. The only price Brother Chen paid was looking a little stupid.
Lin Feng went over his memories bit by bit.
He needed to work out what had happened yesterday.
First, he had dealt with the Li Family Ancestral Hall and made it sink back into darkness.
Second, while dealing with the Li Family Ancestral Hall, he had finished with one vicious blow, breaking through its wall and