darknovel Chapter 210 Divine Water Soak 1, Beauty and Rebirth
Chapter 210 Divine Water Soak 1, Beauty and Rebirth
"This is your last thread of life."
"so--"
He loosened his fingers.
The Azure Spirit Sword flew out of his hand.
It plunged straight into the pool.
The moment the sword enters the water.
The light in the entire room suddenly changed.
It's not a gradual change.
It's a mutation.
The golden-white radiance from the previous restoration of the twin tails was already dazzling enough.
But compared to this moment.
That's just the difference between a candle and the sun.
The spirit pool seemed to be completely awakened from its slumber by some kind of power.
The pool water was centered on the bodies of Yu Jianhuan and Su Qingying.
With the Azure Spirit Sword as the axis.
It erupted with a nearly tangible golden-white beam of light.
The beam of light shot straight up to the dome.
It crashed into the hemispherical white marble ceiling.
It was instantly captured, absorbed, and locked by the array patterns on the four walls.
All those densely packed symbols for "lock," "seal," "isolate," and "sever" lit up at that moment.
The pale golden luster surged to almost pure gold.
The entire room transformed into a sealed golden lantern.
The light was so intense that Mo Chengyue had to take three steps back.
Leaning against the wall.
Raise your arm to block your view.
"Super! Turn your fighting spirit into a sharp weapon!"
He cursed from behind the mask.
"Is this brightness for real?"
"That little twin-tailed creature provided a flashlight-level beam of light."
"Two people and a sword, and they're already on the searchlight?"
"So, even the Spirit Pool treats people differently based on their status?"
"The layout is exactly the same as the client's."
The brilliance did not diminish because of his complaints.
On the contrary, it is getting stronger and stronger.
more and more dense.
The water level in the pool is visibly dropping.
It's not evaporation.
It is being siphoned.
All the water in the pool was rushing towards the two bodies and the Azure Spirit Sword.
It transformed into millions of golden-white threads.
It burrows into their skin.
To penetrate their veins.
It drilled into every crack in the inscription of the Azure Spirit Sword.
The light shone through Mo Chengyue's fingers.
I noticed the changes happening to Su Qingying.
The shocking, penetrating wound in her abdomen.
The rolled-out skin and flesh are gradually closing up again.
The black spiderweb-like patterns formed by the toxins begin at the edges.
It felt like being erased by some kind of invisible eraser.
It fades away inch by inch.
The newly formed skin underneath is exposed.
It's whiter than before.
More refined.
Smoother.
It was as if those wounds had not only been healed.
Even the traces of time were wiped away by the pool water.
The situation on Yu Jianhuan's side was equally astonishing.
The wounds, large and small, covering his entire body looked as if they had been played in reverse.
The deepest wound runs from the left shoulder to the right rib.
The broken muscle fibers are rewoven and reconnected.
The split skin closed up from both ends towards the middle like a zipper.
The newborn skin had a thin, rosy glow.
It contrasted interestingly with the tattered pieces of her purple dress.
Mo Chengyue watched all of this.
The complaints he was making turned into mutterings to himself.
"...Goodness."
"Not just for treating injuries."
"It also has beauty benefits."
"If this were moved to Earth..."
"Just open a beauty salon anywhere in Sanlitun."
"Even if a single treatment costs a million, people will be lining up."
The light lasted for a long time.
It went on for so long that Mo Chengyue's arms got sore from holding it up.
He simply sat down at the base of the wall.
Backed by the mural of the array formation.
He squinted through the mask.
Waiting in a sea of golden light.
Time passed by, bit by bit.
He began counting his breaths.
One hundred breaths.
Half an hour.
A quarter of an hour.
The intensity of the light was slowly decreasing.
However, the speed at which the pool water poured into the two bodies did not slow down.
Mo Chengyue's attention remained fixed on the pool.
Especially Su Qingying's dantian area.
He used the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique to continuously observe.
Before this.
He could sense Su Qingying's dantian area.
It was a chaotic, deathly silence.
After the inner elixir was shattered into powder.
That place is a black hole.
There was no flow of spiritual energy.
There was no sign of life.
But now.
A glimmer of light appeared in that deathly silence.
Extremely weak.
Like a firefly in the dark seabed.
Mo Chengyue's breath hitched.
He stared at the light.
I dared not blink.
The spot of light is slowly expanding.
The pool water carried golden-white energy and fragments of remnant souls locked within the Azure Spirit Sword.
Like two streams merging into the same eddy.
In the ruins of Su Qingying's dantian.
Reconstruction begins.
The inner elixir residue, shattered into powder.
Enveloped by energy.
Gradually, they reassembled.
Like a shattered jigsaw puzzle.
There is an invisible hand.
They are patiently putting each piece back in its place.
Mo Chengyue looked at the miniature sphere of light that was gradually taking shape in the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"You're joking."
His voice was strained.
"They can even repair it when the inner core is shattered like that?"
"What exactly is this pool?"
"Is this God's after-sales service center?"
"Isn't the warranty coverage a bit too broad?"
The photosphere continues to grow.
From the size of a grain of rice.
About the size of a soybean.
Up to the size of a fingernail.
Each newly formed inner elixir shell.
They are all more intricate than the original.
More rounded.
The surface even faintly gleams with the golden-white luster unique to pool water.
It looks like it's been plated with gold.
The Jade Spirit Sword played an irreplaceable role in this process.
The blood pact patterns on the sword flashed wildly.
Each flash.
Each of them had an extremely fine thread of soul power drawn out from the sword.
Precisely injected into the reshaping inner core.
That was a fragment of Su Qingying's remnant soul that she had locked into the Jade Spirit Sword with a blood pact before her death.
They are going home right now.
Strand by strand.
Go back to where they belong.
Mo Chengyue watched this scene unfold.
The corner of his mouth behind the mask twitched.
"Su Qingying."
"When you gave me the Azure Spirit Sword before you died."
It means, 'What you owe me is something you can never repay, even in countless lifetimes.'
"I thought you were cursing me."
"Now it seems—"
"You've bought yourself insurance."
"It's the most expensive full-coverage insurance."
"I am the insured party."
"The condition for compensation is to soak you in the holy water."
"The insurance agent is Bi Lingjian."
"The business logic is quite complete."
"Senior Sister Su, Biyun Peak didn't teach you actuarial science, did they?"
"This talent is far superior to sword cultivation."
The light lasted for about two hundred more breaths.
It finally began to subside noticeably.
The golden-white sea of light transformed from a violent torrent into a gentle tide.
Finally, it turned into a thin layer of light mist.
It enveloped the two bodies and the Azure Spirit Sword.
Like a warm blanket.
The water level in the pool has dropped by nearly 30%.
Mo Chengyue stood up.
Walk to the edge of the pool.
Look down.
His pupils suddenly contracted behind the mask.
The pool water has returned to its clear state.
Through that illogical transparency.
He could clearly see the scene in the pool.
Yu Jianhuan and Su Qingying floated side by side, about a foot below the water's surface.
All the wounds.
They've all disappeared.
Not a single one was left.
The horrific wound that once ran through Su Qingying's entire waist and abdomen.
There wasn't even a single scar.
There was only a patch of flawless, snow-white skin.
flat.
Smooth and clean.
It is as delicate as the finest mutton fat jade.
The same applies to the dozen or so large and small wounds all over Yu Jianhuan's body.
That fatal wound that slashed diagonally from the left shoulder to the right rib.
Now all that's left is a large patch of excessively white skin.
Among the fragments of the rose-purple dress.
The newborn skin had a faint pinkish glow.
Like dewdrops on flower petals in the early morning.