Chapter 184: Red Bronze
Morning light hit my face, and the first thought that slammed into my mind was simple: I needed a catalyst. Something to store the processing data when the Sky Grade Technique was in play. Using a human brain? Not an option—not with this level of information.
I pushed myself out of bed, took a deep breath, and the sharp scent of blood hit me. My fingers found the crusted remains under my nose. Dried blood.
Had I been bleeding in my sleep?
I didn’t have time to ponder—suddenly, the world spun into a kaleidoscope of colors. Darkness clawed at my vision. The next thing I knew, I was clutching the bed, my stomach lurching, nausea rising like a tidal wave.
What the hell? This technique was lethal to use so recklessly. It was powerful—too powerful for someone at the Qi Gathering stage. But being the only one who knew it made it both a weapon and a curse.
"Talk about a load of bullshit," I muttered, a grin creeping onto my face despite everything.
A week or two, and whatever brain damage I'd done should heal up—assuming my soul stayed intact. Memories and soul were related in a non-linear way. Still, one more push, and I might end up a vegetable. I didn't want to test if my Sky Grade Technique could mess with my soul.
But enough whining—back to the technique!
I yanked a bucket of water from my storage ring and splashed my face; this inn was not fancy enough to have a private bathroom.