Heo Sanja wiped his face with his sleeve. Thick sweat mixed with blood stained the white sleeve dark red.
‘Damn it.’
He began to curse unwittingly.
Half-rotten bodies lay in front of him. The dead, who were prevented from even going to heaven, could finally attain peace.
As a follower of the Tao, restoring peace to the wandering dead like this was the right thing to do. Yet, Heo Sanja couldn’t feel any pride in the act.
Their situation wasn’t pleasant enough to afford him the privilege of feeling proud.
The kangshi that he had experienced were terrible monsters.
They had a steel-like body that repelled the sword and poisonous blood that spewed forth after finally breaching the flesh.
Perhaps, if it wasn’t for the narrow space, they could have been handled more easily. But because of this location, they had to spend far more energy dealing with these threats.
In addition…
“Are you fine?”
“… Yes, elder.”
Jin Hyeon gripped his arm and nodded. Heo Sanja lamented at the sight of the arm.
“Show me.”
“I’m fine.”
“Move that hand.”
Jin Hyeon reluctantly lowered his hand. Heo Sanja then ripped the sleeve from his arm to get a clear look.
‘Is it necrotoxin?’
The skin torn by the kangshi’s nails had turned purple; it showed signs of some sort of poisoning.
If it was a normal toxin, then Jin Hyeon’s body would be able to heal itself naturally. But this couldn’t be anything ordinary. It’s a necrotoxin from that terrible kangshi. It was bound to be more severe.
If this was left alone, not only would Jin Hyeon’s arm become invalid, but the poison could flow to the heart and threaten his life.
Heo Sanja grabbed the arm and infused qi into it.
“Elder…”
“Shh!”
Jin Hyeon tightly shut his mouth. One shouldn’t speak recklessly when internal qi is being channeled from one person to another.
‘Energy mustn’t be wasted.’
It was unknown what lay ahead. Perhaps there were many more horrors they had yet to experience. Unless they have time to replenish any energy used, they should clearly do their best to preserve as much as possible.
Nevertheless, Heo Sanja used his internal qi to heal Jin Hyeon’s wounds.
After inducing the qi for a long time, a dark venom began flowing from the affected area. As a result, his purple arm slowly regained its natural color.
“Good.”
“… Elder, how could you….”
Heo Sanja, who had guessed what Jin Hyeon wanted to say, firmly spoke.
“Although the Sword Tomb’s treasure and pills are precious, they can’t be compared to an arm from one of our disciples. Don’t speak any nonsense.”
Heo Sanja had a determined face.
“And I won’t get weak with just this much.”
JIn Hyeon bit his lip.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
ActionThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...
