Chapter 161.2: If It Wishes, It Could Swallow Moonwatch Continent in A Single Bite
Qi Yuan froze. When did a Faceless God Cult appear? Have I become a god?
Then, Zhao Ci gritted his teeth. "My third brother also believed in the Faceless Sword God. It's a pity he was turned into a human stump by them!"
How he wished to feast on the flesh and drink the blood of those dozen Nascent Souls!
Qi Yuan said calmly, "Bring him here. Let me take a look."
These Faceless God Cult followers were all his fans. He naturally had to treat them better. After all, good taste didn’t go unrewarded.
Zhao Ci's heart leaped with joy. "Alright!"
Not long after, several soldiers appeared, carrying a stretcher. On it lay a man whose limbs had been severed, barely resembling a human.
Qi Yuan looked at him and placed his hand on the prince's body. Instantly, his flesh and blood regenerated wildly. Even his ruptured vocal cords and gouged-out eyeballs were reborn.
Zhao Ci's face filled with boundless gratitude. Countless emotions surged in his heart, yet he didn't know how to voice them.
Beside him, Jiang Ya revealed a look of surprise. "I didn’t expect Senior Blood-Clothed Sword God to also be so proficient in the medical Dao."
It was common for powerful cultivators to heal injuries using their cultivation. And yet, Jiang Ya couldn’t wrap her head around Blood-Clothed Sword God’s method. One thing was certain: he had likely mastered some special medical Dao.
"I don't know the medical Dao. However, this world belongs to me. Restoring one person's injuries is very easy," Qi Yuan added, "what I'm best at is revising cultivation techniques."