Feeling the Black Seal begin to heat up, Mo Yun couldn't help smiling.
"I used up a Jade-Congealing Pill, then immediately picked up an even better Lesser Restoration Pill. I came out ahead on this one!"
He forcibly suppressed the Black Seal's hunger and put the Lesser Restoration Pill back in the Sandalwood Box, saving it for a future emergency.
Next, Mo Yun picked up the yellowed book.
Three archaic seal-script characters were written on its cover: Turtle-Breathing Art.
By the moonlight, he quickly leafed through it.
This was an exceedingly unusual cultivation art.
Once cultivated successfully, it would produce a special vital essence within the body, greatly strengthening one's vitality and prolonging one's life.
With this essence present, even a fatal injury would not cause immediate death. It could forcibly keep someone alive for a while.
More importantly, the Turtle-Breathing Art could greatly accelerate recovery.
Injuries that ordinarily required ten days to half a month to heal could recover completely in just two or three days with the Turtle-Breathing Art's aid, with little risk of lingering complications.
But what astonished Mo Yun most was its effect once cultivated to perfection.
Even after suffering a grievous, fatal injury, as long as the practitioner did not die instantly, circulating the Turtle-Breathing Art would allow them to enter a state of suspended animation.
In this state, bodily functions would drop to a minimum, while that vital essence devoted itself entirely to repairing injuries. Even a damaged heart could grow back given enough time!
Reading this, Mo Yun felt a chill creep down his back.
He glanced at Jiang Wuming's corpse on the ground and, without hesitation, delivered several more punches. He used force energy to shatter his internal organs and Eight Extraordinary Meridians, then even scrambled his brains before finally stopping.
"This