Moreover, there was no ti to take a careful look after coming out, as he was once again plunged into battle with the Fisherman, during which he had to use the Soul-Capturing Mirror.
There was no other choice; if not for the Mirror Ghost replacing Jiang Qingluan at the last mont, the latter would very likely have been killed.
As the elixir entered his stomach, Yang Xiao unexpectedly noticed that his chaotic spiritual power had stabilized significantly, and as his condition stabilized, the strange changes in his body also gradually slowed until they completely stopped.
But it rely stopped and did not continue to worsen; Yang Xiao’s current body had beco very bizarre. He staggered a couple of steps, finally adjusting the positions of his front and rear legs, avoiding a fall.
His left leg was relatively normal, but his right leg had already rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, with his toes pointing straight backward.
He attempted to issue a command to his right leg to move forward, but imdiately, his right leg took a large step backward, not only sluggish but almost injuring himself in the process.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Qingluan asked from a distance of over ten ters, with Nalan Shuo being deeply worried.
"Don’t co over; I... I’ll figure it out myself." Yang Xiao leaned against a tree, confird that his spiritual power was stable, and then summoned the Ghost Lantern.
Unfortunately, the green light could not change his current state, as this wasn’t poisoning or an illusion, but an established fact.
His current body was turned into this ghostly state by the backlash of the space power from the Soul-Capturing Mirror.
However, the Ghost Lantern was not entirely without revelation. In the green light of the Ghost Lantern, Yang Xiao saw the originally "disappeared" segnt of his left arm appear, but its manifestation was very strange, with just a ghostly image that, at first glance, seed connected to his left hand and arm but gave the impression that it was hidden in a folded space.
This state was definitely untenable, and Yang Xiao decided to rescue himself. He sat against the tree, settled his mind, and then took a deep breath, drawing the Ghost Bamboo Stick with a backward hand.
The Ghost Bamboo Stick was born from the Ghost Duster; it could not only be used as a weapon to "shatter" people but also stir in the flesh, moving and reshaping the position of various organs. Once upon a ti, Yang Xiao had deeply studied it with the cooperation of so volunteers, achieving remarkable results.
Yang Xiao’s first step now was to retrieve the "missing" segnt of his left arm. He attempted to wield the Ghost Bamboo Stick, approaching the blank space between his left hand and arm little by little, but there was no response, as if nothing was there.
"No way?"
Yang Xiao knitted his brows tightly, but he was not discouraged and began a new attempt. This ti, he let the reversed left hand hold the Ghost Lantern, and as the green light spread, that "disappeared" arm appeared again.
And this ti, when the Ghost Bamboo Stick touched the sowhat ghostly arm segnt, he finally felt like he was grabbing sothing solid—a feeling beyond words.
The next second, team mbers not far from Yang Xiao witnessed a horrifying scene as he used the bamboo stick to forcibly pull out an arm segnt from the nearby space and patched it into his left arm, completing it.
Then he moved the Ghost Bamboo Stick to his left hand, "dismantling" his hand like a toy, reversing its direction, and "reattaching" it to the arm.
This series of actions left the Chamber of Comrce pair stunned, and if they weren’t familiar with Yang Xiao, they’d instantly think he was a ghost.
Who in their right mind could dismantle parts of their body and then reassemble them again? This was a person, not a Transforr, and looking at Yang Xiao’s calm expression, it was evident that this wasn’t his first ti doing it.
In Sand Woman’s mind, an image instantly appeared: in a dark, deserted room at midnight, Yang Xiao was lowering his head, leaning against a corner, dismantling his limbs while emitting a chilling laugh.
"This is bad..." Sand Woman felt a tightening in her chest, realizing she had seriously misjudged Yang Xiao’s identity. This was not the scion of a prestigious family but an Evil Cultivator.
And not just any Evil Cultivator, coming from an imnsely powerful Evil Cultivation force, and within this force, his status was undoubtedly significant.
The magic artifacts he possessed were not stolen by his own capability; they were gifted to him by his master or the elders of the Evil Cultivator family after killing people. He might very well be the heir in this group.
He was being grood to inherit the legacy of his master or elders, aiming to expand and strengthen the Evil Cultivation forces.
Yang Xiao, naturally, didn’t care what they thought; he was too busy to bother. Looking at the repaired left arm, he couldn’t help but heave a sigh.
The patching was sowhat unsightly, with so parts not completely aligned. He attempted to bend his arm, making stretching motions, indeed feeling a bit awkward, but fortunately functional—good enough.
As for fine-tuning, that intricate work could wait until they left the Secret Realm.
Yang Xiao continued to patch up his body swiftly, fixing the arm, adjusting the rotated right leg, aligning the abdon, chest, and...an ear, leaving him exhausted. He hadn’t been so tired when practicing with volunteers; long periods of inactivity had evidently dulled this technique a lot.
When Yang Xiao saw him dismantle his right leg and hardly bleed, the Chamber of Comrce pair almost had a breakdown—the scene surpassed their comprehension.
How much did it surpass? Enough that if they ntioned it to others, the listeners would first question whether they themselves had issues, affected ntally by the backlash of magic artifacts.
"Isn’t he...isn’t he from the Black Buddha Mother?"
Suddenly, a terrifying thought erged from Sand Woman’s mind, once appeared, it wouldn’t leave.
mbers of this lineage were notorious psychopaths, ruthless to a level the three major forces were unwilling to provoke. Yang Xiao’s limps-removing ability was precisely what Sand Woman stereotyped about this faction.
Once Yang Xiao confird his patched-up body was satisfactory, he stood up, moved around, raised his arms and stamped his feet—it felt pretty good, capable of holding out until leaving the Secret Realm, but fighting was out of the question.
To Yang Xiao, this was both a warning and a valuable experience, pushing him to decide to further develop the "surgical" ability of the Ghost Bamboo Stick upon returning and recruit another batch of volunteers.
Suddenly, Yang Xiao seed to realize sothing as he had just taken two steps forward; he turned around and returned to the tree, hiding behind it and deliberately avoiding Jiang Qingluan and others’ gaze. Then he pulled open his pants and looked inside.
With just one glance, Yang Xiao’s face turned "white" imdiately, and he muttered a national restriction, "Damn!!"
Previously, despite being injured to such an extent, Yang Xiao did not utter a word of pain, but this ti he almost cried.
Below...below was missing!
Following this, the onlookers outside saw an even more thrilling anti-human scene, witnessing Yang Xiao holding his pants with one hand, biting the Ghost Lantern with his mouth, and using the Ghost Bamboo Stick to poke around inside, occasionally pausing and emitting uncontrollable groans of pain.
If anyone was doubting before, Yang Xiao’s series of actions entirely proved Sand Woman’s assumption; this guy was indeed soone from the Black Buddha Mother.
The brutality was unparalleled, even the male mber from the Chamber of Comrce was chilled down below.
"Are you...are you alright?" Jiang Qingluan didn’t know what Yang Xiao was doing, but it looked serious; she hesitated to go over and check.
"Hahaha!!" The next mont, a piercing laughter exploded from behind the tree, as if he was trapped in extre madness, "I found it! At last...finally I found it!! Hahaha!! I have it again!"
Nobody could understand Yang Xiao’s feelings at that mont; the joy of recovering sothing lost was indescribable, causing his brain to briefly collapse. He turned casually from behind the tree, spreading his arms, wanting to share his current joy with everyone, completely forgetting his pants were still undone.
When Yang Xiao realized this point, it was already too late; more than half of his body had erged from the tree’s cover, exposed to the everyone’s sight.
Yang Xiao only realized sothing went wrong from the reactions of everyone else.
The next mont, intelligence returned to him swiftly, and Yang Xiao instantly beca alert, covering his face in a quick reaction.
This was due to a joke he once heard: if soone ran around naked on the street, instead of covering below, they should cover their face, so he did.
But after doing this, Yang Xiao realized another problem—he didn’t show his face, he was wearing a mask all along.
All of them were.
"Ah ah ah!!!"
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