Chapter 378 — The Fall of a God
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Only then, seeing his anger, did Long Qilin reluctantly withdraw its tongue. It stopped rearing up on its hind legs and squatted down at Shen Mu's side.
A stubborn strand of Shen Mu's hair drooped down over the corner of his left eye. Long Qilin hesitated, stole a glance at Shen Mu's expression—his face was black as charcoal—and in the end could not help itself: the tongue flicked out at lightning speed and licked the strand back into place.
Shen Mu nearly went mad.
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The great deer lay prone on the ground, the bones of all four legs shattered. A moment ago Shen Mu and his companions, shrunk to four tiny figures along with Lord Dragon Keeper, had fought a pitched battle on its back and given it a thorough working-over. Luckily its life was in no danger; its injuries, though, were truly severe.
The great deer caught sight of Long Qilin healing Shen Mu's wounds as well, and hastily puckered up its two lips. "Yoo-oo—Fatty, lick me, lick me!"
"Pah!"
Long Qilin spat out a mouthful of dragon saliva that landed right in front of the great deer, and said, nose in the air, "Rub it on yourself!"
The great deer was furious, but healing came first. It had no choice but to shift its body with difficulty and rub its wounds in the saliva, cramping with pain.
Watching it squirm back and forth in his own drool, Long Qilin felt immense satisfaction. This dead deer keeps taking me down a peg in front of my master and giving me no face. This time I will let it know what I am made of, and make a fool of it in front of its own master!
In that instant Fat Dragon felt that the sweetest moment of his life had not been when he clung to the young Patriarch's leg and scrounged a meal—it was this moment, here and now.
Shen Mu and the others gradually recovered some strength. Each sat up and circulated their vital essence to drive the clotted blood out of their bodies, so as not to leave hidden ills behind.
The three from Little Jade Capital had studied medicine as well, and were hardly unskilled, but set against Shen Mu they were a little crude, and in many respects they were not thorough.
Shen Mu drove the clotted blood from his own body, then once more roused his vital essence and squeezed the shattered bones out of him bit by bit. Then, with a low shout, his Primordial Spirit flew forth. It surveyed every limb and joint of his body, examining the condition of his flesh in detail, and the damage to his divine storehouses.
He examined himself with incomparable care, then drew the Primordial Spirit back inside and swallowed several Spirit Buddha Pills to swiftly replenish his spirit and lift his vital essence. Then he prescribed for the symptoms and refined pills to cure his hidden ills.
"A Primordial Spirit!" Mu Qingdai cried out, shock written across her face.
Wang Muran and Long Yu were shaken to the core as well. A Primordial Spirit was not something a cultivator of Shen Mu's realm could possibly refine—and yet Shen Mu had actually brought one forth!
Weak and small as Shen Mu's Primordial Spirit was, a faint shadow of a thing, it was unmistakably a Primordial Spirit!
That Shen Mu had refined a Primordial Spirit at the Six Harmonies realm meant he had seized the initiative in cultivation; his progress would be far swifter than other people's. What was more, the Primordial Spirit was one of the most important means of combat after the Heaven-Human realm, and to begin working with it now would be of the utmost importance to the growth of his strength in the years to come!
Just now, when Shen Mu had used his Primordial Spirit to open his eyes and examine himself, they had been thoroughly baffled, with no notion of how he had refined it.
"The Human Sovereign is truly extraordinary. I am utterly convinced."
Long Yu sighed. "To refine a Primordial Spirit at the Six Harmonies realm and even send it out of the body—the Human Sovereign's innate gifts and comprehension are indeed unmatched in this age!"