After Li Xingkong examined the sleeping dog thoroughly several more times, he finally found that the Restoration Technique could no longer find any illness in the dog. Still not satisfied, Li Xingkong had no choice but to withdraw the spell.
The dog is still asleep, but it looks completely different. It already had a lot of loose fur, but now it's all gone. There's nothing they can do; it's a fungal infection causing the hair loss. Li Xingkong ages treating it, and while the fungus was completely eradicated, the dog's fur is gone forever.
As for other aspects, we'll have to wait until the dog wakes up before we can continue to observe it.
Li Xingkong wasted no time; he was savoring the process of casting the spell and summarizing his shortcomings.
This spell appears to be a healing spell, but its style is very domineering, with a grand and sweeping approach, making it too powerful when healing.
To further improve, we need to conduct in-depth research on control.
Moreover, this spell can still be used to determine whether a cell is in the patient's body. In other words, if I use it to harm someone, it will be accurate every time.
This thing is far more insidious than Shotgun Spell when used to harm people. Putting everything else aside, the fact that you can cast a Restoration Technique on your opponent without even making contact, sending a bit of rabies virus into their body, makes it invincible.
It's incredibly effective against ordinary people, leaving no wounds whatsoever. Who would know you have rabies? Once the symptoms appear, it's too late to save you.
Thinking about it that way, this spell is actually quite useful.
But Li Xingkong laughed as soon as he thought of this. Did he still need such methods now?
If he wants to overturn the table, he'll just overturn the entire building. When he really wants someone to die, there's no need for such petty tricks. He can just use Shotgun Spell to plow through the area across the street, leaving no living thing, not even an earthworm, he'll slice it vertically.
As he pondered the spell in his mind, the dog lying to one side stirred after a short while.
It first groggily raised its head, licked its paws, and then loosely opened its eyes.
Upon seeing Li Xingkong, and then turning to look at the unfamiliar surroundings, the dog's shrewdness vanished instantly, and it sprang to its feet, growling at Li Xingkong.
Li Xingkong was naturally not afraid of it. Looking at the dog's current physical condition, it was clearly much more energetic than when he had caught it before. Li Xingkong untied the rope that was binding it.
Despite barking at Li Xingkong incessantly, it remained motionless when Li Xingkong went to untie its rope.
Even dogs retain some memories from before they lost consciousness; this dog still remembers how it was held down and pulled back by one hand.
There's a difference in strength, so just throw out a few tough words; after all, people can't understand dog barks.
If you actually let it go, it still knows what death means.
Once the rope was untied, the dog immediately thrashed about a few times, but its head remained fixed on Li Xingkong. Seeing that Li Xingkong didn't move, it barked a few more times, then turned and darted over the fence.
Li Xingkong had no intention of keeping the dog; he wasn't a dog lover, nor did he like eating dog meat.
After quietly following it and observing it for a while, and confirming that the dog had truly recovered completely, Li Xingkong finally let it go.
Thankfully, it seems the Restoration Technique really works; now it can be put to good use.
Having finished his training early in the afternoon, Li Xingkong rushed home, intending to give his parents a quickie to help them recover their health.
Since this spell would put people to sleep, Li Xingkong couldn't do it to the two old people in broad daylight. He planned to do it quietly at night.
As for why I came back in the afternoon, it was naturally to prepare dinner.
After observing the dog, Li Xingkong noticed that it had eaten a lot after the Restoration Technique, suggesting that the Restoration Technique had likely consumed a lot of energy. This was something Li Xingkong naturally had to consider.
Given my parents' usual monk-like diet, if the Restoration Technique is completed, the old couple will wake up hungry, which will be quite a ordeal.
After he entered the house, he found that his parents had not yet returned, so Li Xingkong started cooking. The old folks couldn't stay idle; they would get restless sitting at home, so they hadn't put down their few acres of land and spent their days planting vegetables in the fields whenever they had free time.
They leave early and return late, seemingly even busier than Li Xingkong.
When the whole family returned, it was already past 8 p. m. When the elderly couple saw how much food Li Xingkong had prepared, they were unhappy, feeling that he was wasting food and that this small amount of food would last for several days.
As for the idea that leftovers shouldn't be eaten, that's a concept only city dwellers have. Old farmers have eaten their whole lives, so they can eat leftovers even if they haven't gone bad after a few days.
They ate and chatted, Li Xingkong ate very little, and his parents didn't eat much either. The table was full of food, and the three of them just sat there staring at each other.
"Alright, stop cleaning up. We'll keep using this place tomorrow morning."
My mom washed a few dishes and chopsticks, then made an insect-proof cover to cover the vegetables.
Don't make so much next time, it's such a waste!
Li Xingkong didn't say anything, but you'll see soon enough whether it's a waste or not.
We sat together and watched TV for a while. It was almost 9:30, and Li Xingkong's family was already going to rest. Working at sunrise and resting at sunset—nowadays, probably only a few people can do that. Most people only have a little time to themselves in the evening.
Free time is too short; it would be a waste to use it for sleeping.
This was the moment Li Xingkong. Hearing his father's snoring, Li Xingkong began his operation.
For Spiritual Qi energy, a wall is not much of an obstacle. Li Xingkong only needs to sit on his own bed to keep an eye on his parents' bedroom.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Li Xingkong channeled his magic Magic Power, and a small dot shimmering with green light floated out from between his eyebrows. The Restoration Technique, with its light concealed, looked like a firefly, a tiny point of light faintly visible, yet almost imperceptible.
Controlling the spell to float towards his father, Li Xingkong also focused his mind on the spell.
He can't multitask right now; his mind is on the spell, so his body can only temporarily enter a meditative state.
Using magic is no different from using modern tools; you get used to it after a few tries. This time, I was much more skilled at it than this morning.
After a quick scan, it was discovered that Dad had quite a few health problems. Besides common ailments among older people like high blood pressure and high blood sugar, he also had many hidden injuries.
These are the marks left from doing hard labor when I was young. I spent my whole life working on construction sites, and my whole body is covered in deformed muscles and muscle strains.
"Sigh," Li Xingkong sighed as he looked at the tangled mess of his father's body. His father's body was like a nearly broken mirror, barely functioning now.
Fortunately, I embarked on the path of cultivation, and now all of this can be reversed.
Without further thought, Li Xingkong began to comb through the muscles, eliminating any hidden injuries or old ailments he saw one by one.