The Injury Was Clearly Down Below, So Why Did His Voice Sound Wrong Too?

"Let's heal our wounds first."

After his initial excitement subsided, Chen Mingxuan focused his attention back on the more pressing matters at hand.

This injury can be described as quite serious.

However, that only applies to cultivators at lower levels and ordinary people.

At his level, as long as his soul doesn't die, even if his physical body is completely destroyed, he will only be severely injured.

As for being missing some parts of the body, that's even less of a problem.

Even without the aid of rare and precious materials, its own regenerative abilities can bring it back to full health.

Not to mention, he also possesses related rare and precious medicinal materials and elixirs.

It's just a few pounds of flesh, and while being injured is humiliating, treating it isn't too much of a hassle.

Chen Mingxuan flipped his hand and took out a jade bottle. He opened it, and a rich medicinal aroma immediately wafted out. He poured it out, and it was clearly a healing liquid.

However, Chen Mingxuan did not rush to apply the medicine to the wound. Instead, he took out a few more items and made them float in front of him.

If someone familiar with these things were present, they would surely recognize that the items taken out later were either objects brimming with yang energy or extremely potent aphrodisiacs.

"Break!"

Chen Mingxuan flicked his hand, and his spiritual power and will simultaneously landed on the latter few items.

Bang bang bang!

A series of muffled thuds sounded.

The items that were taken out later all turned into powder and merged with the liquid medicine.

"No destruction, no construction; let this old man bring himself a good omen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the medicinal liquid flew to Chen Mingxuan's crotch, quickly spreading out and covering the wound completely.

Chen Mingxuan also took out another pill, swallowed it, and then closed his eyes to guide the qi.

Now, about ten breaths have passed.

Chen Mingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked down.

The next moment, his expression changed.

"No, that's not how it works!"

His voice was slightly hurried. He raised his hand and waved it, and the ball of liquid from before reassembled into a ball, which floated in mid-air. However, its volume was visibly reduced by half compared to before it was used.

However, the wound between Chen Mingxuan's legs had already shown clear signs of healing.

However, what elicited Chen Mingxuan's reaction was precisely this healing mark.

The healing is so good; the skin is smooth and even. Looking at this small patch alone, it's completely indistinguishable from normal skin, with no trace of injury.

However, if you broaden your perspective and focus on the area between a man's legs, you can easily see that something is amiss.

It shouldn't be so flat, without any bumps or dents.

Damn it!

Chen Mingxuan suddenly became restless.

Is this the effect he wanted?

Even if we can't restore it to its original perfection, shouldn't we at least have what was originally there?

How can we accept things turning out like this?

"No, no."

Chen Mingxuan spoke up, muttered a couple of words, and his expression grew even worse:

Why does my voice sound a bit high-pitched?

This is clearly a lower injury, so why is the sound off?!

A certain place.

In a secluded courtyard.

The figure swept past in the distance and landed steadily in the courtyard.

After stopping, the figure's gaze swept across the courtyard, and a look of surprise quickly appeared on his face:

"So many people came! It seems everyone is more interested than I thought."

The words had barely left his lips when a voice responded:

"The Beast Race have even resorted to Atavism. If we don't take this seriously, the Human Race's position may be in jeopardy."

Upon hearing this, the visitor laughed and said:

"I've looked into the specifics. Although it's Atavism, it still needs time to develop, so there's no need to be so tense."

"Li Baimei, you make it sound so easy, as if it's nothing to you, but at least the Beast Race now have a direction and a path," a voice immediately said.

Then a voice followed:

"Our Human Race has stagnated for so many years. Right now, we only have the sacred beasts as resources, which we haven't truly tried yet. Dealing with the Beast Race before was no easy task. Now that they have hope, the longer we drag this out, the harder it will be."

The man called Li Baimei chuckled and shook his head upon hearing this:

"It seems like everyone's pointing the finger at me now that I've arrived."

"But think about it carefully, everyone. Since the idea of turning sacred beasts into cultivation resources for our Human Race was first proposed, when has it ever been truly tried?"

Before someone could raise an objection, Li Baimei preemptively said:

"Of course, I know we've tried, but what were the results? Everyone knows why so many attempts in the past haven't yielded any substantial results."

Li Baimei paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present:

"However, our Human Race is not a monolithic entity."

"Everyone's calculating. How many times have they used the guise of trying something out, only to secretly smirk when their rivals are attacked?"

Immediately after these words were spoken, a voice said:

"So, you mean we should unite this time?"

As soon as these words were spoken, cheerful laughter erupted in the courtyard.

Of course, it was mostly meant as a joke.

Everyone present today is a powerful figure, a leader of a force.

Anyone who can govern a region must understand that true unity cannot be achieved simply by talking about it.

Even among various factions, internal forces and groups are deeply intertwined, with conflicts and contradictions far outweighing unity. Only with sufficiently strong tactics can these forces be united into one.

This applies to one side of the power structure.

The same applies to a group of forces.

The problem is, where can one find someone above them, with sufficient strength and means to unite so many forces into one?

No one has the power to do it. Using sacred beasts as cultivation resources is merely a concept. It would be best if it could be realized, but there won't be any terrible consequences if it can't.

In this situation, everyone knows that the idea of uniting people's hearts and minds is a complete joke.

At this moment, Li Baimei shook his head:

"Anything that avoids internal strife is a step forward, and as for unity, nobody's stupid."

"If you already know that, why did you say those things?" someone asked with a smile.

Li Baimei looked over:

"We Human Race have done a poor job in terms of unity, but do you think the Beast Race have done any better?"

"I understand what you mean," the other Human Dao.

"This idea was proposed many years ago: internal division, causing the four Sacred Beast Race to distrust each other. But this is difficult to do. The four sacred beasts are not fools. Small suspicions and distrusts make it difficult to divide and conquer them."

Li Baimei nodded. "If it's just repeating the same old tune, it's naturally meaningless, but..."

His tone shifted abruptly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, a smile playing on his lips:

"Gentlemen, please don't forget, the past is the past, and the present is the present."

"Now, the Black Tortoise Race has truly been given the opportunity to Atavism form."

As he spoke, Li Baimei lowered his eyelids slightly:

"If you knew now that I had obtained the breakthrough method you all longed for, how many of you could still remain detached and consider the balance between Human Race and Beast Race?"