758: C758 Battle Post

C758 Battle Post

Ah Ji only took a glance and started sweating profusely. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and his mind felt like it was exploding. He could feel waves of pain coming from his head.

His eyelids felt heavy like lead. He wanted to close his eyes, but Ah Ji had been a stubborn person since he was young. He didn't know why, but he felt like he didn't want to admit defeat.

"Ah!" Ah Ji roared angrily as he glared at the figure.

After an unknown amount of time, Ah Ji felt dizzy and was about to collapse. The figure that had its back facing Ah Ji and was fearless in the face of thousands of enemies suddenly turned around.

The figure turned around and glanced at Ah Ji.

Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, Ah Ji was sure that the person did turn around.

"How is this possible!" Ah Ji was shocked.

This was clearly a painting! Wrong?! This was a calligraphy set!

Ah Ji felt his heart explode. This was a set of calligraphy. There was only one word on it, how could a figure appear?

At this moment, the screen began to shatter, and the surrounding space began to crack apart, revealing the void behind it.

That figure turned around and looked at Ah Ji quietly. Only when the space started to crack, did he raise his hand and suddenly pointed at Ah Ji.

A strand of hair suddenly separated from the shadow above his head and flew towards Ah Ji. In an instant, it passed through an endless time and appeared above Ah Ji's head, merging into his body.

A terrifying fighting spirit exploded in his heart, and at the same time, a series of furious roars sounded out in his mind, "Fight!" Fight! "Fight!"

Bang! The scene was completely shattered, and the surroundings turned into an endless void.

Ah Ji suddenly opened his eyes and returned to reality. His entire body was drenched in sweat and his face was terrifyingly pale.

"Huff …" Taking a deep breath, Ah Ji glanced at the letter with fear still lingering in his heart.

However, this time, when he looked at the letter again, he felt that it was completely ordinary, no different from an ordinary letter.

This made Ah Ji a little curious. Could it be that the power had been restrained? This letter was definitely something extraordinary!

At this moment, Ling Xuan walked in from outside. Seeing Ah Ji covered in sweat, he frowned and quickly took out the two medicine bottles in his hands and said, "This is a medicine passed down in my family. It specializes in treating internal injuries."

As he said that, Ling Xuan took out four pills from the medicine bottle.

The two medicines had two each, and they emitted a very strong medicinal fragrance. One of them was very rough, looking like a man-made pill, and the other was similar to ordinary medicines. It had already been made into a smooth Chinese medicinal pill.

Taking the two pills, Ah Ji only took a glance to confirm that the ingredients were all genuine Chinese medicine products.

"Thank you very much." Ah Ji took a deep breath and looked at the letter again before taking the four pills.

Seeing Ah Ji glance at the letter, Ling Xuan's face slightly changed. He immediately frowned and said, "No wonder you're covered in sweat. You must have gone to see this letter. You can't blame me for being careless."

"This letter was left behind by my Ling Family Ancestor. The first time everyone saw it, they would encounter the scene of ten thousand horses galloping. It was my negligence that caused me to forget to tell you in advance." Ling Xuan slapped his forehead and looked at Ah Ji worriedly, "Are your injuries alright?"

From his point of view, Ah Ji was already injured. Now that he saw the letter and encountered such a shocking scene, he wondered if something bad would happen.

They were leaving for the Sword Hall tomorrow. If Ah Ji's injuries were to worsen by then, it would be even more difficult for them to pass the first stage.

"You can rest here for a while, I'll go find something else." After putting down the two bottles, Ling Xuan ran out again.

Ah Ji sat cross-legged on the ground as he operated the Nameless Devil Art. When the four pills entered his stomach, they were immediately disintegrated by the Nameless Devil Art's power, turning into traces of pure medicinal energy that was absorbed.

"It could actually strengthen the Nameless Devil Art, but it's a pity that its effects aren't as strong as I imagined." Ah Ji was surprised, he never thought that Chinese medicine could actually strengthen the Nameless Devil Art.

At first, he thought that only with all sorts of powerful blood could the Nameless Devil Art be strengthened, but it seemed like it was not that simple.1

Time slowly passed. Ah Ji was sitting cross-legged on a praying mat. The efficacy of the four pills had been completely dissolved and absorbed.

However, when he was cultivating, Ah Ji discovered another strange thing. It was that in his dantian, a black bullet the size of a thumb's belly appeared.

This pellet was formed from endless fighting intent, similar to the one he had on the letter. Every time Ah Ji touched this pellet, that scene would appear in his mind, and the heroic spirit of a single person facing thousands of troops and horses echoed in his ears.

Every time Ah Ji activated his fighting spirit, he would feel that the blood in his body was boiling and his strength was extremely abundant. He even had an illusion that when his fighting spirit was unleashed, his strength was a lot stronger than before.

"Will to fight? Can it stimulate one's potential?" Ah Ji was a bit confused.

At the same time, he thought back to Ling Xuan's words. Everyone would see that kind of scene when they read the written battle letter, so was it possible that everyone had left a seed of fighting spirit?

Not being able to care so much, after trying more than a dozen times, Ah Ji felt a tearing sensation in his mind, forcing him to break away from his fighting spirit.

This was the side effect of the war letter. Being immersed in the fighting spirit consumed a lot of spiritual energy. Even though Ah Ji had that golden light in his mind, he could not take it anymore and almost fell asleep.

"Are you okay?" At this moment, Ling Xue walked in.

The moment she entered, she saw Ah Ji sitting on the praying mat with his legs crossed. His body was shaking slightly and he almost fell off the praying mat.

Ah Ji was jolted awake. He actually couldn't hold back his confusion just now. Hearing Ling Xue's words, he forced himself to concentrate and was about to speak, but he didn't expect that a pair of small hands had already supported him.

"How are you feeling?" Ling Xue looked worriedly at Ah Ji. She placed a blood-colored lingzhi mushroom in her hand into Ah Ji's hand and said, "Quickly, take it."

"This is the Blood Ganoderma that our Ling Family Ancestors nurtured in the Blood Cave. It is the healing panacea."

They only had seven or eight stalks of Blood Ganoderma left in the Ling Family Blood Cave. If she didn't need Ah Ji's help in clearing the first stage of the Sword Hall, she wouldn't have secretly taken out the Blood Ganoderma and fed it to Ah Ji to heal his wounds.

"Thank you very much." Ah Ji thanked him again and added, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry so much."

"Don't worry, I will guarantee your passing the first round tomorrow." Knowing that they were worried not because of their injuries, but whether they could pass the test tomorrow, Ah Ji added on.

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