Mu Qianqian: "That Was Before"

"I'm so envious. Being among the first batch to get in means they'll definitely reap the most benefits."

"Of course, the first to strike wins. Everyone knows that, but there's nothing we can do. We don't have enough connections. If we had even a little bit of influence, we wouldn't be in this situation where we're completely powerless."

"I'm afraid we'll have to be last in line. People keep coming, and I don't know how long we'll have to wait."

Among the crowd, many people were discussing among themselves as they watched the numerous people entering.

Some people looked at the enormous Winged Bird in mid-air with expressions of doubt:

"Could this be a bad thing? The younger generation of this Xiang Clan hasn't even arrived yet, and everyone else is already using it. That doesn't seem reasonable."

The words had barely left his lips when someone nearby looked over and laughed:

"What status and strength does the Xiang Clan possess that they would dare to scheme against us? Moreover, given the strength of this person in charge, how could he not distinguish between good and bad? If he were bad, he would have run away long ago. Why waste his energy on the Sea Race?"

Upon hearing this, the person in front stopped talking.

At this moment, figures had already entered the Holy Water.

Everyone turned their attention to the person who entered.

"It does seem like I have a special feeling."

Someone exclaimed excitedly, and then, as if realizing what was happening, quickly assumed a meditation posture.

"Although it's not a core position, I hope to achieve good results."

Taking a deep breath, Qin Jiuxiao sat cross-legged and, following the method of refining and absorbing, tried to sense the surrounding power and absorb it into his body.

These forces do not feel pure; on the contrary, they present a sense of mixture.

Some of them are extremely approachable, while others are the complete opposite, impossible to get into the body no matter how hard you try.

Choosing the easy path over the difficult has become a common pursuit for everyone.

It's not easy to get in, and to prevent anyone from lingering, the Xiang Clan has limited everyone's time.

Time is limited, so absorb as much as possible and reap as many benefits as possible. It's pointless to get bogged down in things that are difficult to absorb; that's just getting stuck in a rut.

Time passed slowly.

At the same time, some people's bodies or aura began to show reactions.

"Look at that person!"

Someone spoke up, pointing to a figure soaking in the Holy Water.

It was a man with one arm, who looked older than most people. Unlike most people, his left arm was only half of his original arm.

"The One-Armed Saint Mo."

Someone called out a name while looking at this Saint Mo with a somewhat surprised expression:

"Does this mean they're going to change the title from now on?"

"Judging by this speed, it's probably going to happen."

The bystander nodded slightly, looking surprised.

"The effects of this Holy Water are truly potent; for this alone, calling it a divine medicine wouldn't be an exaggeration."

In the Holy Water, at the spot where the Saint Mo had lost his arm, one could now clearly feel an arm rapidly growing back.

And this growth rate is quite rapid.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

Visibly, the growing arms pushed open the sleeves.

A purplish-black arm suddenly appeared in everyone's hands.

"This... the color is a bit off."

Some people looked surprised:

"This looks so strange."

"Why worry about the color? You have to see if it works. If it works, why care about the color?"

"That's right, usability is definitely more important."

Lu Changzhi also turned his gaze to this person, his expression slightly shifting:

"If even severed limbs can grow back out of thin air, then it seems that Qi Zhan has a good chance of changing his disadvantage."

From this perspective alone, the effects of this Holy Water are truly astonishing.

And indeed, things turned out exactly as Lu Changzhi had predicted.

At that moment, a sharp glint flashed in Qi Zhan's eyes amidst the crowd.

"Indeed, this is where my destiny lies!"

Looking at the Saint Mo, whose hands had fully grown out of the Holy Water and who was clenching his fists, Qi Zhan felt an urgency.

I searched high and low without finding it, but then it came to me effortlessly. I never expected that the news I overheard would be able to help me with one of my biggest problems.

"It's this color... Oh well, as long as I can have my arms back, that's enough."

Taking a deep breath, Qi Zhan suppressed the urge to rush in.

Before this Xiang Clan, one must not act rashly.

At this time, many people in the Holy Water had changed since they first entered.

But the most eye-catching person was a rather muscular man.

"Has Qin Jiuxiao's senior brother already started?"

Lu Changzhi temporarily shifted his gaze from Qin Jiuxiao to Mo Gen, somewhat surprised.

At this moment, Mo Gen's skin, which was almost a deep bronze color, was visibly fading.

If Lu Changzhi had to describe it in one word, he would think of fading.

Not only the skin on the surface of the body, but also the hair fades along with it.

And this trend is becoming increasingly rapid over time.

In about half the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, his skin suddenly turned completely white.

It wasn't snow-white or anything else, but a deathly white.

"Isn't this bleaching a bit too much?"

Lu Changzhi's expression was strange; Mo Gen's whiteness at this moment was a bit excessive.

The sunlight shone on him that day, and the strong reflection made him blink a little.

At this moment, Mo Gen opened his eyes, his pupils standing out starkly against the pale white background.

"This... how...?"

Mo Gen seemed a little confused as well, and quickly called out to Mu Qianqian, saying:

"Master, how did I become like this?"

Mu Qianqian opened her eyes and was slightly taken aback by Mo Gen's current state. She then looked Mo Gen up and down and asked:

"It's all turned this color?"

Mo Gen paused slightly, let go of his hand, looked down, and then nodded.

Mu Qianqian nodded gently and asked:

"Bai Gen, with such a big change, can you feel any difference?"

Mo Gen was taken aback. "Master, my surname is Mo."

That was before.

Mu Qianqian emphasized.

Upon hearing this, Mo Gen stopped dwelling on it and began to try to sense it.

"It seems not... wait!"

Just as he was speaking somewhat dejectedly, Mo Gen suddenly straightened up, looked up, and said:

"Master, the blazing sun in the sky feels different to me than ever before!"

"Oh?"

Mu Qianqian also showed some interest:

Explain it to your sister.

Mo Gen didn't speak again, but instead adopted a meditative state, trying to activate the power he had just sensed.

Brush.

Suddenly, Mo Gen's entire body shone brightly. His already pale skin, combined with the intense light, made many people feel a sudden whiteness and quickly looked away, only to find that the surroundings seemed to have darkened considerably.

"This,"

Inside the flying boat, Lu Changzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and pondered:

"It seems like a good mutation?"