"Hold on with admiring yourself, try and see if you can transfer these injuries back." Sheng Yanlin, who had been observing closely, suddenly said.
Yang Xiao was montarily stunned and turned to look at him, "Transfer back, back to where?"
"Of course, back to your own body." Using his Wisdom Stick to tap the ground, Sheng Yanlin urged Yang Xiao to act quickly.
Sheng Yanlin wasn’t a boring man; if he asked Yang Xiao to do this, he must have seen sothing. Yang Xiao steadied his mind and once again pressed his hand on the forehead of this Fierce Level Apostle, while the other looked at him with eyes full of despair.
For a brief mont, Yang Xiao couldn’t help but think, perhaps this was how those pathetic souls looked at i Chaofeng when they were killed by the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.
Yang Xiao’s fingers hooked like claws, barely grabbing the top of this person’s skull, and the Ghost Skin ability was activated once again.
After a few tries, Yang Xiao figured out so way; it seed that this thing still had other uses.
Sheng Yanlin wasn’t idle, providing guidance from the side. Following Sheng Yanlin’s advice, Yang Xiao stimulated his spiritual power in another way, and indeed, there was an effect this ti.
The injuries on the Fierce Level Apostle’s body gradually lessened, while Yang Xiao’s body started to show wounds one after another.
All these injuries returned to where they originally belonged, reappearing in this eerie scene as if ti was flowing backward.
Feeling the pain on his body again, Yang Xiao slowly widened his eyes—not in fear but with another kind of excitent. This treasure was even more powerful than he had imagined.
Not only could he transfer his own injuries to others, but he could also take on others’ injuries himself!
That ans he can heal himself and heal others too.
If a friend were severely injured, he could transfer the injuries to himself first and then find soone unlucky to transfer the injuries to them.
With this Magic Artifact, he practically had unlimited healing capabilities.
But at this mont, he thought of sothing, what if these injuries weren’t his? Can he manipulate the injuries others suffer and transfer them too? This remains unknown.
Yang Xiao was a man of action; once he decided, he acted. He took a knife and made two cuts on the intact Half-step Ghost Level Apostle, then tried using his Ghost Skin ability to absorb the injuries onto himself.
Watching as an inexplicable bloody line appeared on the skin of his left arm, slowly splitting open to reveal the flesh inside, Yang Xiao couldn’t contain the joy in his heart. He realized he succeeded; he could indeed do it!
Just as he was about to experint further, a cane suddenly intervened, interrupting him.
He looked up, eting Sheng Yanlin’s eyes, "That’s enough for today. Didn’t you notice? Your spiritual power has been greatly depleted."
Initially, Yang Xiao didn’t care, but after calming down a bit, he realized he had lost a significant portion of his spiritual powers, equivalent to a dium-intensity battle.
But he hadn’t noticed any of this before Sheng Yanlin pointed it out.
Yang Xiao wasn’t a careless person, almost as if so force obscured his senses. Undoubtedly, this was a side effect of the Ghost Skin.
A wave of inexplicable chill cooled Yang Xiao’s fervent heart; he pondered what the consequences would have been if he had continued experinting just now.
Would it cause the Ghost Skin to lose control again and the tragedy from the dream to reoccur?
It seed that although this thing was good, it should only be used in life-threatening situations. Overuse could lead to unpredictable consequences.
This item was ominous; both the Artifact Refining Master of the Esoteric Sect and Sheng Yanlin had said similar things. Yang Xiao resolved to heed this warning.
After instructing Yang Xiao to rest at ease, Sheng Yanlin left with the two unfortunate Apostles.
The next day, after recovering, Yang Xiao returned to the Mirror World. The two boxes had been dealt with; the toxins set by the Gu Sect had been neutralized, and both Magic Artifacts now belonged to Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao naturally wanted to keep the fragnts of the Ring-Headed Saber, while he had promised to give the other Magic Artifact to Tai Wenqin as a reward for his help; he wouldn’t break his promise.
After finding Tai Wenqin, Yang Xiao handed over the Magic Artifact along with the box.
Though Tai Wenqin said he didn’t want it, everyone loves a good thing. This Magic Artifact was Ghost Level, and it was sothing Tai Wenqin might not be able to buy even after working for others for several years.
Additionally, Yang Xiao also received good news from the Esoteric Elder; their people had already rescued Sopa and placed him in a safe location.
The Esoteric Elder also inford Yang Xiao that they were lucky to act quickly; otherwise, Sopa would have been dead. During the operation, they ran into another group monitoring Sopa, which was confird as the Gu Sect.
"Did they discover your identity?" Yang Xiao was worried about bringing trouble to the Esoteric Sect because of himself.
"Rest assured, to avoid such a situation, they’ve already vanished into thin air."
The Esoteric Elder looked at Yang Xiao, speaking as casually as if he had squashed an ant.
"Hiss—"
At that mont, Yang Xiao didn’t know what to say, only expressing his gratitude repeatedly.
After lunch, Yang Xiao was teaching two alien girls to play chess. Unexpectedly, these two had exceptionally high talents, and within an afternoon, their skills were already on par with Yang Xiao.
By dinner, Yang Xiao was no longer a match for them, and his face soon got covered with sticky notes.
It wasn’t one note per lost ga, but one note per regretful move.
Yang Xiao had already regretted the fifth move in this ga. However, his innate pride didn’t allow him to concede, struggling to hold on with the remaining defeated pieces.
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