Chapter 66: Xiadie's Third Soul Skill

Xiadie and Wang Xian'er brought the heavily wounded Zhang Peng back, but Zhang Peng seemed to be hanging on by a thread, falling into a coma the moment he returned.

Wang Xian'er used her Healing Angel martial soul to continuously treat Zhang Peng, and his injuries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye; soon, no wounds could be found at all.

Yet from beginning to end, Zhang Peng showed no signs of waking up.

Wang Xian'er knitted her delicate brows tightly, an extremely serious expression appearing on her face.

"How is the situation?" Xiadie could not help but ask.

"Miss, the injuries on Zhang Peng's body can be treated, but the damage to his martial soul and soul is extremely severe."

"Be specific." Xiadie was currently unable to convert death into life elements, and for a Soul Master under the protection of a physical body, observing signs of their soul was not that easy.

"I'm afraid it will be very difficult for him to wake up." Wang Xian'er sighed, "A portion of his martial soul's origin is missing, and his own soul is in a precarious state from enduring an extremely powerful mental attack."

"He didn't look like he was in any major trouble before; in the medical terminology of the Sun Moon Empire, he was being held up by something called adrenaline."

"Once this breath is let out, all sorts of aftereffects will appear."

"I cannot save him."

She had not spent much time with Zhang Peng, but based on her experience, Wang Xian'er knew what type of Soul Master he was.

If nothing else, being able to stay in the Holy Spirit Cult for so long and becoming the sixth-ranked of the Seven Great Consecrators without being tainted by too many of the Holy Spirit Cult's codes of conduct was already a very rare thing.

"So you mean he will never wake up, and might even be in mortal danger?" Xiadie confirmed.

"You could say that." Wang Xian'er sighed helplessly, "He has at most half a day left."

"Half a day, six hours?"

Wang Xian'er did not understand why Xiadie was asking so precisely, but she still nodded gently: "Yes, six hours, it won't be off by much."

"I understand." Xiadie's purple eyes held a hint of depth.

"He has always been in my team, hasn't he!"

Xiadie asked and answered herself, saying something Wang Xian'er could not understand at all.

"My third soul skill hasn't been inscribed yet; perhaps I might be able to do it."

Xiadie walked to Zhang Peng's bedside and tore open the sleeve of his right arm.

"Rip—"

Engraved on the bronze-colored arm was a purple butterfly pattern, which was exactly the Nether Butterfly Xiadie used to communicate with him.

At this moment, the outline of the Nether Butterfly was much fainter, as if it might dissipate at any time.

Xiadie placed her fair palm over the location of the butterfly.

A moment later, the faded butterfly outline quickly became clear.

Xiadie moved her palm away from the position of the Nether Butterfly.

"Wang Lao, inject life elements into my Domain in a moment."

"Alright." Wang Xian'er did not ask further.

Xiadie sat cross-legged, and the layout of the room began to change.

Gradually, a purple Flower Sea slowly spread out, enveloping the surrounding layout.

Xiadie searched for relevant memories in her mind, and within her vast memories, she found a trait that could be considered her innate talent.

During the reincarnation, Xiadie had also relied on this trait to a certain extent.

Together with her younger sister Polyxia, she had exploited a bug in the Eternal Reincarnation.

This talent was called—Moon Cocoon Protection.

Simply put, when in a team, if a friendly character falls into a state of being unable to fight, they gain the Moon Cocoon status.

It triggers automatically after receiving a fatal attack, pulling the character back from the brink of death and eliminating abnormal statuses.

"This trait might undergo a certain degree of change when condensed into a soul skill."

"But it should be enough."

Xiadie intended to engrave her own authority into a soul ring.

This way, the consumption when using it would be much smaller, much like the difference between a mage slowly constructing a magic circle and directly using a magic scroll in certain Western fantasy novels.

"With the strength of a Beast soul ring, it might be doable."

Xiadie pondered as she projected her consciousness into her Spirit Sea.

She told Yao Ling about her thoughts.

"What!?"

"You want to resurrect this brat named Zhang Peng?" Yao Ling immediately bristled, "Resurrection, do you know what resurrection is?"

"My soul strength won't be in much danger; I am confident I can do it, it's just that when inscribing the soul skill, I will need a large amount of soul power to support it."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

Yao Ling fluttered its butterfly wings, and all the Nether Butterflies in the Flower Sea flew up, seemingly very disapproving of Xiadie's idea.

"Not to mention the inscription of a soul skill involving the level of rules."

"Using it will very likely have a price; it is said that back then, the Nine-Colored Goddess and the Food God used a resurrection skill to revive the Sea God Tang San, which caused them to lose their power for a very long time."

"Is a mere Level 96 Titled Douluo worth it?"

"Don't forget, you are still in a dangerous period."

"When we left the Xiemo Senlin, the Holy Spirit Cult leader we sensed was Level 98."

"I know."

Xiadie understood why Yao Ling was bristling.

This was a matter of life and death.

If she, the host, accidentally kicked the bucket, Yao Ling would be finished too.

"I don't have many choices."

"Either give up, or heal Zhang Peng."

"I have used resurrection-type soul skills many times before; even if the rules here are different, the price to be paid will not be great."

"Hoo."

Seeing the serious expression on Xiadie's face, the silhouette of Bi Ji appeared in Yao Ling's mind.

After a long while, Yao Ling sighed: "You remind me of a certain foolish big goose in the Star Dou Great Forest."

"Emerald Swan Bi Ji?" Xiadie tilted her head and asked.

"Yes!" Yao Ling said indifferently, "With that personality of hers, if it weren't for luck, she would have been gone long ago just like her clansmen; how could she have reached the level of five hundred thousand years?"

"I am different from her," Xiadie said after a moment of silence, "I am still a rather selfish person."

"Tch."

"I can't tell, but perhaps."

"I agree, hurry up and go inscribe that resurrection soul skill of yours."

"Don't make me change my mind."

"Many thanks."

Xiadie's consciousness disappeared from the Spirit Sea.

The Yao Ling butterfly's head shook gently: "Clearly I couldn't resist even if I decided to, yet she still came over to ask."

"If I had refused, would you have stopped inscribing the soul skill you wanted?"

Yao Ling was not sure.

Perhaps Xiadie would have, perhaps not.

"If you had refused, I likely would have stopped."

"After all, there was an agreement, and our relationship is equal."

"Hurry up and do your business," Yao Ling said irritably, "I don't want to develop a rift with a silly girl like you, and if there are any side effects later, be careful not to die."

"Although, even if you accidentally die, you won't be lonely with me around."

"Mm, thank you, I will be careful."

In the Spirit Sea, Xiadie's voice drifted over.

Xiadie's consciousness left the Spirit Sea.

After explaining some necessary steps to Wang Xian'er, she entered deep meditation.

Purple, orange, orange.

Three soul rings slowly rose from beneath her feet.

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