Chapter 68

As for the other magic spell, the "Heavenly Eye Technique," after witnessing the extraordinary nature of the "Fireball Technique," Han Li also held high expectations for it. 【Net】

But only after actually casting the spell did Han Li understand that this magic spell was just a small trick of using magic power on the eyes, and there was no difficulty at all; he picked it up very simply.

But its function also matched its difficulty; it was just a purely auxiliary magic spell used to observe whether a person possessed magic power in their body and the depth of that magic power.

Han Li was initially full of interest in it, continuously using the "Heavenly Eye Technique" on his own eyes, and then using his eyes after casting the spell to observe his own body's condition. As a result, he saw a layer of faint white light shrouding his body, and the closer it was to his dantian, the thicker the white light appeared.

It seemed this was the so-called magic power. After seeing it, Han Li couldn't help but reach out and touch the white light, but he felt nothing. It seemed magic power was the same as true Qi, both formless and qualityless, and it could only be observed under the "Heavenly Eye Technique."

However, after using it several times in a row, Han Li completely lost interest in it.

Because in the entire Seven Mysteries Sect, he was the only one who could be considered half an immortal cultivator. Who was he going to use the "Heavenly Eye Technique" to look at? He couldn't just narcissistically stare at himself all day long!

Thus, besides continuing to intensify his practice of the "Fireball Technique," hoping to be able to skillfully apply it to actual combat, Han Li shifted his interest to the other several magic spells he hadn't learned yet, beginning to repeatedly practice and practice them bit by bit, hoping that he could make another breakthrough.

Thinking of the difficulty of practicing the other several magic spells, Han Li, who had recovered a little physical strength, couldn't help but sigh again. He found that ever since he started practicing magic spells, the number of times he sighed was much more than before.

"Dang—Dang—"

A burst of deep bell sounds came from outside the valley.

Han Li frowned. He didn't know what was going on recently; it seemed that the number of people coming to seek medical treatment had suddenly increased, and most of them were external injuries like broken hands and feet, or knife and sword wounds.

He did not dare to be negligent; he had to know that saving a person was like fighting a fire. He grabbed the medical medicine package he had prepared in advance, left the room, and headed straight for the entrance of the valley.

At the exit of the forest outside the valley, Han Li saw a high-level disciple wearing brocade clothes, walking back and forth anxiously under the large bell, as impatient as an ant on a hot pot.

As soon as he saw Han Li, he was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly rushed up.

"Doctor Han, you've finally come. My master has been poisoned by a severe poison and is looking like he won't make it. Please hurry and go take a look to see if you can detoxify this poison."

As soon as this person approached, Han Li discovered that this person was also familiar; he had seen him several times. He was Ma Rong, the proud disciple of Elder Li, who ranked fifth in the sect. He had followed his master, Elder Li, to God Hand Valley to see Han Li several times, so he could be considered half an acquaintance.

"Poisoned?" Han Li asked for details while hurriedly following the other party on the road, secretly calling it "bad luck." He had to know that he still had poison on his own body that hadn't been detoxified yet.

"Yes, when my master was handling affairs down the mountain, he got into a fight with an expert from the Wild Wolf Gang and accidentally got hit by a hidden projectile from the other party. At first, he didn't pay attention to it and even killed the other party. But who knew that as soon as he returned to the mountain, he immediately fell into a coma due to the poison."

"Have you gone to look for other doctors?"

"Of course I have. If it were ordinary poisoning, I wouldn't have come to trouble the divine doctor Han. Those several quack doctors, besides knowing that my master was poisoned by a kind of uncommon poison, didn't know anything else, and didn't even dare to prescribe a medicine formula." When Ma Rong said this, his face was full of disdain. It seemed he was very dissatisfied with the other doctors.

After hearing this, Han Li's expression did not change; he just said "Hmm" and buried his head to hurry on the road with the other party, but he felt a bit uneasy in his heart.

To tell the truth, he was not very good at detoxifying poison. If it were treating internal or external injuries, he had a few good medicines and had a few points of certainty. If he were asked to detoxify some rare and severe poison, he would have no clue in his heart.

He had to know that although he also had a divine medicine "Clear Spirit Powder" that could detoxify a hundred poisons, there were countless poisonous things in the world. Who knew if "Clear Spirit Powder" would be effective? Could it detoxify this poison? Moreover, the several other doctors on the mountain were not useless people who just ate and did nothing; they still had a few unique methods for treating injuries and detoxifying poison. Otherwise, they would have long been driven down the mountain by the several big figures in the sect. They cherished their own small lives very much and would not raise a group of people who just made up the numbers.

But now they didn't even dare to prescribe a medicine formula, which showed that this poison was truly very tricky and not an ordinary thing. He could only see the situation and act accordingly. Even if he couldn't save him, it wouldn't count as smashing his own signboard; after all, there was no divine doctor who could really cure all diseases and treat all illnesses. It wouldn't have too much impact on his status in the sect.

Just when Han Li was carefully pondering countermeasures, Ma Rong was almost half-carrying Han Li, running all the way while pulling his sleeve, rushing toward Elder Li's residence.

Looking at his hurried appearance, Han Li knew that the relationship between their master and disciple was truly very deep.

Han Li felt a bit dejected in his heart because he thought of the relationship between himself and Doctor Mo, which was master and disciple in name but opponents in reality. If the relationship between them could be as harmonious as Ma Rong's master and disciple, that would be good.

Deep in his heart, he actually always held a few points of respect for Doctor Mo; after all, his not-weak medical skills and the Everlasting Spring Technique were all taught by the other party.

But it was a pity that fate played tricks on people. Heaven destined that the two of them could not coexist in the world, so they still had a fierce fight, and Doctor Mo accidentally died at his own hands.

While Han Li was sighing endlessly because of the situation, Ma Rong had already led him to Elder Li's residence.

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