"How are you feeling?" Sheng Yanlin was also quite curious about this artifact.
With his eyes closed, Yang Xiao could only vaguely sense that this magic artifact was related to injury transfer, but as for its specific abilities, he would need to personally test it.
Saying this, Yang Xiao tried to get up, but accidentally pulled on his wound, causing him to grimace in pain. He realized the injury was worse than he thought; his good sister had hit hard, and it seed like two of his ribs were broken.
However, this wasn’t a big deal for Yang Xiao. He was already used to his good sister’s tyranny, and it was already fortunate that she left him with his life.
Now, without sufficient power, all he could do was endure humiliation in the enemy camp like Elder Sheng. One day, when he found a way to counter the Drama Robe woman, Yang Xiao would definitely settle the score with her!
Although that’s what he thought, his words were different. Yang Xiao kept thanking his good sister for her generosity, calling her beautiful and kind-hearted, with words sweet as honey, until Sheng Yanlin helped him leave the Mirror World.
Back in reality, Yang Xiao asked Dean Sheng to find two people for him to practice on.
Not long after, Sheng Yanlin returned with two n in tow.
The n were disheveled, their expressions full of fear, and their clothes were filthy. Chains bound their hands and feet, clearly marking them as prisoners.
Through the ntal energy fluctuations on them, Yang Xiao, holding the Human Bone Staff, confird they were the lowest-priced Resentnt Level Apostles.
Upon seeing Yang Xiao, the two n fell to their knees with a "thud," begging Yang Xiao not to kill them. They pleaded that they had families, hoping to be released to reunite with their loved ones.
"You can speak Chinese, are you from Hua Country?" Yang Xiao asked curiously.
"Yes, sir. We used to do business at the border with people from Hua Country, engaging in so smuggling, but we got caught and have been locked up here for two years." The older one clung to this sliver of hope, crying with despair.
The Esoteric Sect also controlled territories bordering Hua Country, not their direct domains, but small forces under their wing.
Yang Xiao learned from Sheng Yanlin that what the two said was true, but they had smuggled the goods into the territory of the Esoteric Sect’s arch-enemy, the Dharma Sect.
This changed the nature of the issue, according to the Esoteric Sect’s punishnt, survival was almost impossible for them.
However, Sheng Yanlin said these guys were lucky because Sutana returned, and in his joy, the High Priest Cannibal Buddha pardoned many. These two were spared the death penalty but were sentenced to ten years as laborers in the Punishnt Camp. At least they saved their lives.
But the life in the Punishnt Camp was unbearable, and whether they could survive the ten years was uncertain.
"I won’t beat around the bush. I need you to help with sothing now." Yang Xiao said directly.
"You will get injured, and maybe die. But if you survive, I’ll ask this Elder to plead on your behalf, significantly shortening your sentence."
"Besides that, I’ll give each of you a piece of gold."
"If you’re unfortunate and die, I’ll have soone send the gold to your families for their use."
"Do you agree?" Yang Xiao asked them.
These two agreed almost without thinking. They knew well that in the Punishnt Camp, surviving ten years was nearly impossible.
And even in death, they’d die for nothing, but with Yang Xiao, dying granted a gold piece for their families, leaving no worries behind.
"Tell us, what do you want us to do?" one of them asked, suppressing his voice.
Yang Xiao didn’t waste words, stepped forward, and extended his hand. The man, not understanding, also raised his hand, reaching for Yang Xiao’s hand.
The mont their hands touched, Yang Xiao activated his spiritual power, unleashing the Human Skin’s ability, and the man’s body stiffened as though electrified.
Next, under the terrified gaze of the other, the wounds on Yang Xiao’s face healed visibly, while scars appeared on the face and body of the one whose hand he held.
In the eyes of soone of only Resentnt Level strength, Yang Xiao’s thod was akin to a Fierce Ghost.
When Yang Xiao’s injuries were less than a third healed, the Apostle he held couldn’t withstand it anymore, tilted his head, and collapsed.
At this mont, the wounds inflicted on this Apostle were heavier than what Yang Xiao had suffered. To continue would an death for him.
Clicking his tongue, Yang Xiao, unsatisfied, turned his gaze to the other guy.
"No, I don’t want the gold! I want to go back, let go back!!" Seeing this, the other was scared to death, struggling violently, thinking Yang Xiao was no different from those Fierce Ghosts consuming flesh and spirits.
"You think you can just leave? What do you take for?"
At these words, Yang Xiao sneered coldly and slapped the opponent’s skull, simultaneously unleashing the Ghost Skin’s ability.
After a short while, this person also collapsed to the ground, lifeless, while Yang Xiao’s injuries had only half-healed.
By now, Yang Xiao had figured out this magic artifact’s ability: it could transfer injuries, moving wounds from himself to others.
This ability was very similar to the Painted Woman he had once imprisoned, who had endured damage on behalf of hundreds of villagers in Tai Town while sealed in a statue. In the end, all the damage was reciprocated with interest.
These two didn’t die; they rely passed out. Yang Xiao pulled out two gold pieces, a large and a small one, from his backpack, the large for the first man’s pocket since the second reneged mid-way, earning a smaller piece.
The rest of the task was left to Sheng Yanlin, who took the two away.
But before leaving, to be sure, Yang Xiao pulled out the Human Bone Staff and gently tapped their foreheads to ensure they forgot his face.
That was for their own good, too.
Upon returning, Sheng Yanlin brought two more. This ti, they were different: one a Fierce Level Apostle, the other stronger, halfway into Ghost Level.
But like the previous two, both were prisoners, and their cris were unforgivable.
To these wicked n, Yang Xiao found no need for words, directly using the Ghost Skin, first experinting on the Fierce Level Apostle, fully healing his own injuries, bringing the Fierce Level Apostle to his limit.
After several experints, Yang Xiao roughly understood that Ghost Skin could transfer injuries but required the target not to be too different in strength, or it would lead to incomplete transfer, unable to bear it.
If he forcibly continued transferring damage at that point, it would endanger the target’s life.
Moreover, the sa injury manifested differently on Yang Xiao compared to these three.
Honestly, Yang Xiao’s injuries weren’t severe, certainly not life-threatening, but the two previous Resentnt Level Apostles fainted outright.
Each of their wounds was far more serious than the corresponding wounds on Yang Xiao.
The two Resentnt Level Apostles bore less than a third of Yang Xiao’s damage yet fell into a coma near death, while the Fierce Level Apostle sustained the remaining two-thirds but remained conscious, the difference clear.
As he moved his body, Yang Xiao confird that his injuries were truly fully healed, even the broken ribs nded; this power was indeed terrifying!
For a mont, Yang Xiao felt like a villain from a martial arts novel, absorbing opponents’ flesh and blood to cultivate evil techniques.
Slowly clenching his fist, Yang Xiao’s lips curled into a grim smile; this magic artifact ca just in ti. With it, he could recover from injuries during battles, which was crucial.
Further, if he encountered an opponent he temporarily couldn’t defeat and got injured, he could grab one of his subordinates, enter the Mirror World, transfer the injuries, and co back for another round.
With this artifact, as long as he wasn’t defeated instantly, he always had a chance to turn the tables.
"I, Yang Xiao, have always been kind, so I deserve such a treasure!"
"Do good deeds, worry not about the future!"
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