On Ghost’s back, there were three gaping wounds, with flesh rolled back and fresh blood gushing out from them, mixing with the water and flowing onto the lone stone, staining the rock red.
There was also a wound on his right calf. Although it wasn’t as severe as the ones on his back, it was still bleeding profusely. It’s likely he got scraped by a hidden reef while treading water.
Just one jump, and he ended up with four or five more wounds on his body, making Yun Xiaotian’s heart race: "Brother Lin, will Brother Ghost be alright?"
Lin Tian furrowed his brow, glanced at the wounds on Ghost’s body, and said calmly, "Just superficial injuries, it’s fine. He’s an Ancient Yoga Skill cultivator, his vitality is strong. Haven’t you heard of his master getting injured even more seriously, almost gutted, and yet he still recovered?"
"But I must say, Mr. Wang’s training is a bit harsh," Lin Tian said seriously. Ghost was lucky this ti not to be punctured by the sharp reefs, otherwise, it wouldn’t be just superficial wounds, but puncture wounds, or even fatal injuries.
"Should we stop his training?" Yun Xiaotian asked worriedly.
Lin Tian shook his head and said, "No need. If he wants to train under Mr. Wang, he must overco this difficulty."
During their conversation, Ghost, without regard for the bloodstains on the rock, sat cross-legged, forming seals with both his hands and feet simultaneously. They were strange seals that Lin Tian had never seen before, likely a cultivation technique of the Ancient Yoga Skill.
The most astonishing thing was that Ghost’s ten toes were incredibly nimble, forming special hand seals just like fingers. Not long after he assud this posture, the bleeding from his body quickly stopped.
"The Ancient Yoga Skill truly is remarkable. It’s said that practitioners who reach extrely high levels can control any muscle, bone, or even their heartbeat at will," Lin Tian marveled. This was probably why Ghost’s master recovered so quickly.
Ghost reached back to touch the wounds on his back and calf, then stood up again, completely focused on the river’s current like a leopard ready to pounce.
"Brother Ghost is already injured; he should stop training, or the wounds might get infected," Yun Xiaotian said with a frown, full of concern.
"It’s alright. He can use dicine once he’s ashore; Ghost has that much resistance. Besides, as a rcenary, he surely got injured before, he knows how to handle it."
Lin Tian was much calr. Ghost had been a rcenary, participated in tribal ard conflicts, and amidst gunfire, injuries were commonplace. The bullets and shrapnel on the battlefield were indiscriminate.
Ghost continued his "diving training," facing danger after danger. The most perilous mont was when Lin Tian, using his insight, saw Ghost being swept sideways by the water flow as he jumped down, crashing into a horizontally growing hidden reef, almost getting his abdon pierced.
Lin Tian nearly jumped in to rescue, but Ghost, with his sharp sense of danger, vigorously paddled through the water and narrowly dodged a fatal blow.
This was probably an ability honed amidst gunfire. Without such keen senses, relying solely on luck, one would have long been buried in the yellow earth.
After countless dives, Ghost finally ended his training. For the last ti, he leaped into the water, swam to the cliff, and climbed up along the rock face without any climbing equipnt, finally jumping ashore.
"You finally decided to wrap it up. If you continued, I was about to consider calling you an ambulance," Lin Tian joked, eyeing his body littered with seven or eight wounds of varying depths.
At this point, there were three wounds on Ghost’s back, two on the calf, one on the chest, and others on his arm. The most severe were the three gashes on his back, with flesh rolled back and the wounds soaked white by the river water, looking grueso.
"Brother Ghost, are you alright?" Yun Xiaotian asked.
"I’m fine, just so superficial wounds, won’t die from this. A few years back, when I was a rcenary during a tribal conflict, a stray bullet hit my chest, grazing near my heart as it passed through my body, and even that didn’t kill . These wounds are nothing, I’ll just put so dicine on later and it’ll be fine." Ghost seed relaxed, not bothered by his injuries at all.
Lin Tian moved behind him to check and indeed found a faint scar, slightly off from the heart.
Ghost continued, "The wounds are from years ago. Because I practiced the Ancient Yoga Skill, my injuries rarely scar. This gunshot wound scarred because the bullet took away a chunk of flesh as it left, so the mark is still visible."
Though the gunshot is invisible now, just a mark, Lin Tian believed him. A bullet passing through would tear a chunk of flesh, even leave a large hole.
The scenes on TV where soone gets shot multiple tis and keeps fighting like nothing happened are misleading. Gunshot injuries are a hundred, a thousand tis more terrifying than ordinary people can imagine, leaving permanent scars on the body.
Ghost walked over to a nearby tree, fetched his clothes, and returned, holding a pale green jade bottle in his hand as well.
"This is the golden sore dicine from Mr. Wang. Applying it to the wounds will heal them in a few days." Seeing Lin Tian and Yun Xiaotian eyeing the bottle, Ghost explained.
"Let help you with the dicine," Lin Tian said, reaching out to signal Ghost to hand over the jade bottle.
Ghost paused for a mont before giving the jade bottle to Lin Tian. Lin Tian opened the cap and sniffed, catching a faint dicinal fragrance.
"The golden sore dicine is good, but might not be that effective," Lin Tian identified several main herbs, reminding him of the healing dicine formula he won from Futian Shenyi.
Ghost shrugged, sowhat helplessly. "Mr. Wang said, now Ancient Martial Artists live in better conditions, unlike ancient tis when disagreents easily led to fights and injuries. Therefore, ancient golden sore dicine was more valued and well-developed."
"But now, we rely more on surgery and Western dicine, and few people study healing dicine, making the technology even less advanced than in ancient tis. Many excellent healing recipes have been lost, which is quite regrettable." Ghost lanted.
As Lin Tian applied the dicinal powder, Ghost spoke casually, unaffected by his wounds, which impressed Lin Tian greatly. He was a tough man. Many couldn’t endure the pain of applying dicine to wounds.
"You just reminded , I’ll talk to Miss later and have her send you guys a batch of dicine. These dicines are very effective for healing, especially external injuries." Having such good healing dicine at his side but forgetting to prepare them for Tianxuan’s special guards, Lin Tian was sowhat self-critical.
"I’m okay with it, but it’s Stone and the others who might need it," Ghost didn’t mind.
After finishing the dicine application, Lin Tian returned the jade bottle to him and asked, "Why haven’t I seen Mr. Wang? Does he make you train like this every day?"
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