After nurous foresights, the Book of the Future appeared very fatigued, and Rod’s Spiritual Energy was also nearly depleted, but it still persevered to deliver one last prediction.
"The success rate remains unchanged."
As expected, the sound of Asa’s cold laughter erged again.
"Too foolish, Goddess’ Tears represent the Goddess’s diluted Spirituality, the blood of the Divine Soul, fit for rging with any soul. The correct way to use it is to inject it into the soul."
Rod took a deep breath and used his consciousness to pass Asa’s information to the Book of the Future while mustering up his last bit of Spiritual Energy.
Indeed, this ti the success rate soared to 96%!
Great!
Rod was ecstatic in his heart; he had not only found a way to save Jon, but also discovered an efficient thod to utilize the Goddess’ Tears!
This harvest was huge!
It turned out that Asa’s soul might still be of so use!
Ha ha ha ha!
Rod was very happy and quickly recapped his plan.
Youse’s joy was apparent, "Worthy of you, I knew I saw your potential initially! Let’s begin at once!"
The burly man snarled, "Wait, isn’t this decision too hasty? He’s a King Candidate, our future King!"
Youse barked, "Shut up, we can’t wait! Jon can’t wait!"
Velas and Vivian also spoke in unison, "We agree with Lord Rod’s decision!"
Even Jon’s deputy voiced support, and with no more objections, they swiftly proceeded with the soul surgery according to Rod’s plan.
Soul surgery is considered the highest-risk surgery in Trolian, involving procedures specifically designed for the soul. Unlike the body, dissecting, analyzing, and separating a soul is very complex and cumberso, only the most elite dical practitioners can handle it.
Aunt Youse naturally beca the leading surgeon, assisted by Priscilla and several top central dical practitioners.
A cart gleaming with silver was swiftly brought over, holding all silver surgical tools.
Rod could tell at a glance that they were crafted from pure True Silver.
Aunt Youse’s bulky fra approached a crystal container; her huge palm picked up a scalpel smaller than her own fingernail, making Rod seriously worried about how she would operate with it.
But the next mont, Aunt Youse’s entire body radiated bright energy, like a steam valve beside a searchlight had been opened.
As the energy settled, Rod was astonished to see that Aunt Youse had transford into a slender, peak beauty, her oversized clothes falling like a tent, revealing a figure-hugging dical uniform that accentuated her shapely figure.
So that’s how it is!
Rod suddenly rembered.
No wonder every ti he saw Youse’s soul, her body shape didn’t match; this was her true form.
The number one beauty of Rose Street, it was no exaggeration!
The stunning beauty, with skin like porcelain and eyes like peach blossoms, grasped the thin scalpel in her delicate jade hands. The cold Spiritual Energy sparkled like a sharp frost, her movents as graceful as a butterfly. As her pale wrists pressed down, Jon’s soul was silently split open, exposing the severely corroded interior.
The petite Priscilla placed both hands on Jon’s head, continuously sensing his soul and communicating with the lead surgeon.
Rod then took out the scarce remaining Goddess’ Tears, and following Asa’s thod, infused it into Jon’s soul.
All present were experts; the transformation in Jon was astonishing and upended their understanding, the miraculous liquid was purifying deep-seated pollution in his soul, expelling the corrupted parts, visibly improving at a noticeable rate.
However, this was still not enough; it only protected Jon’s soul and reduced the risks of the soul surgery.
The real cure lay in the hands of Rose Street’s number one beauty.
The soul surgery tensely continued for a full clock hour; by the ti Aunt Youse set down her scalpel, several assistants were utterly exhausted.
Aunt Youse, too, was covered in sweat and appeared fatigued, but she still stood firmly in front of the crystal container, announcing to everyone’s expectant gazes.
"The soul surgery was a complete success!"
"We need to wait two months, and Jon’s soul will be completely healed, without any complications."
Cheers instantly shattered the roof, as everyone’s faces bead with genuine smiles.
But when they looked for Rod, they realized he had disappeared without a trace.
Vivian wiped a tear, "I’ll go find him!"
"Don’t disturb him."
Youse revealed a gentle smile.
"He’s no longer a child but a strong individual now; his matters are certainly more pressing."
Everyone beca silent, wondering what pressing tasks awaited him as a Second Level Combatant.
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Fire Hall.
Rod arrived belatedly.
Master Dale glanced at him, frowning, "How co your Spiritual Energy is so depleted?"
Archbishop Horus advised, "He just eradicated Great Sect Leader Asa and his Doomsday Sect deep in the sewers. It’s normal that his Spiritual Energy hasn’t recovered yet."
Master Dale shook his head, "No, a clock hour ago, the signal from the Fire Mark reported his soul was fully replenished, that’s why his combat sequence was moved to frontline... This is troubleso; this team will have to be canceled."
Rod asked, "Where am I to assist?"
"Not assist, but replace. The situation at Storm Pass is very bad, you are to replace Master Barrett and his elite combat cluster stationed at Crow Fortress. They need reinforcents at Storm Pass, but the situation at Crow Fortress is also perilous, so a Second Level Combatant’s team is necessary."
Rod thought for a mont, then said, "No need to replace, I’ll go directly to assist at Storm Pass."
"How could that be?" Master Dale categorically refused, "Storm Pass is very dangerous, we are at a critical survival juncture; even the Elder Council has been deployed. If this battle fails, Trolian could face potential devastation."
"It doesn’t matter."
Rod’s gaze was calm like still water, his voice even.
"I’ll make my move."
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