The dense Radiant Saint Force turned into a milky white light that enveloped Jianchen's entire body. As the milky white light turned into a strange energy that continuously entered Jianchen's body, the wounds on his body began to heal at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Because it was currently daytime and because of the special nature of Radiant Saint Force, Jianchen wasn't afraid that the fact that he could control Radiant Saint Force would be leaked. Even if someone were to approach him while he was healing, he would be able to immediately sense it and stop controlling the Radiant Saint Force.
Now that Jianchen's soul was much stronger than before, not only was the time he could control the Radiant Saint Force much faster, even the density of the Radiant Saint Force was much higher than before. As a result, after five hours of healing, his wounds were finally completely healed.
However, Jianchen also paid a small price. His soul that had yet to return to its peak was almost completely drained. His head was so heavy that Jianchen couldn't even muster the slightest bit of energy. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep immediately.
Afterwards, Jianchen began to recover his soul. After a day and a night, he finally woke up the next morning. However, Jianchen didn't get out of bed and continued to rest.
After all, the middle-aged man who had saved him before had already checked his wounds. It had only been two days, so if the middle-aged man learned that he had already recovered, he would definitely expose his identity as a Radiant Saint Master. After all, no matter how good the medicine was, it was impossible for him to recover from such severe wounds in just two days. Jianchen still didn't want to reveal his identity as a Radiant Saint Master, so he would do his best to keep his other identity a secret. Unless he had no other choice, he wouldn't easily reveal it.
This was because he was very clear that with the special status of a Radiant Saint Master in the Tian Yuan Continent, once his identity was exposed, then there would be a lot of trouble.
Lying on his bed, Jianchen silently recovered his Saint Qi. In the past two days, he had spent most of his energy on healing his injuries. Now, his Saint Qi was completely empty. The Light Wind Sword in his Dantian was also dim.
Soon, it was noon. At this time, Jianchen could clearly smell the fragrance of food drifting in from outside the house.
"Creak!" At this time, the wooden door suddenly opened. The middle-aged man who saved Jianchen walked in quietly and finally stopped in front of Jianchen's bed.
The middle-aged man could not help but sigh as he looked at Jianchen, who was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He murmured to himself, "Sigh, you've been unconscious for another two days. You haven't eaten in the past two days, and you're so heavily injured. If this continues, I really don't know how much longer you can last. It's a pity that we're a poor mountain village, and we can't find any effective medicine."
The middle-aged man helplessly shook his head as he turned around and walked out the door.
"Uncle!" Suddenly, a weak voice called out from behind the middle-aged man. Hearing this, the middle-aged man's body slightly stiffened. He immediately turned around and looked at Jianchen who was lying on the bed. His voice was filled with joy as he said, "Young man, you're finally awake. If you had been unconscious for a few more days, I was afraid that you would never wake up again."
Hearing this, Jianchen's face revealed a trace of a smile as he said, "Sorry for making Big Tree worry."
"It's okay, it's okay. It's good that you can wake up. At least your life is saved. By the way, you haven't eaten for two days. I'm sure you're hungry. I'll go get you something to eat." After saying that, the middle-aged man turned and walked out.
Very soon, a bowl of steaming hot rice and a few plates of fried meat were brought in by the middle-aged man. He said, "We're only in a remote mountain village. The best thing to eat is the meat of the wild beasts that we usually hunt in the mountains. Now that you're injured, we've specially made some meat for you to nourish your body."
"Thank you uncle!" Saying this, Jianchen slowly climbed up from the bed.
When the middle-aged man saw this, he hurriedly said, "Hey, don't move. You're injured, so it's easy to pull your wounds." As he said this, he put the food in his hands on the side of the cabinet and quickly went to support Jianchen.
Jianchen smiled and said, "Although I'm a little injured, after two days of recuperation, my injuries have basically stabilized. Just a little movement like this won't get in the way."
Seeing Jianchen slowly sit up as if nothing had happened, the middle-aged man could not help but reveal a trace of envy in his eyes. He said, "Kid, your strength should be pretty good. Your back is so heavily injured, yet you can sit up in just a few days."
Hearing this, Jianchen deeply glanced at the middle-aged man and smiled faintly, "Uncle, looks like you're not simple either. You must have once roamed the Tian Yuan Continent."
"Sigh!" The middle-aged man sighed. Jianchen's words seemed to have stirred up some painful memories. His face was filled with sorrow.
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man slowly said, "Actually, over a decade ago, I was also a mercenary. I possessed the strength of a mid Saint Master and traveled the continent with a few brothers who had gone through life and death together. However, ever since we came across a group of bandits while escorting some goods, my fate changed because of that."
"That group of bandits was very strong. After a bitter battle, although we managed to drive them away in the end, we also paid an extremely heavy price. As for my Saint Weapon, it was also destroyed in that battle by someone who was much stronger than me. Although I didn't die, I lost all of my abilities and became a cripple. In the end, I came to this small mountain village to live a life of peace."
Jianchen fell silent for a moment when he heard that. He could completely understand the middle-aged man's feelings. Being reduced from a mercenary who had once roamed the continent to a cripple who could not use martial arts was definitely a torture worse than death for a man who once possessed great power and great ambitions.
Afterwards, Jianchen ate his rice as he chatted with the middle-aged man. After a while, Jianchen learned the middle-aged man's name — Rothko.
Rothko was already in his forties. Ever since his Saint Weapon was destroyed and he became a cripple, he came to this small village by himself. After over a decade, he married a girl from a nearby village and gave birth to two children, one son and one daughter. They just happened to be ten years old this year.
Afterwards, Jianchen temporarily stayed in Rothko's home. However, he did not tell anyone that he had recovered. He locked himself in his room all day, using recuperation as an excuse so that Rothko would not disturb him when he had nothing to do. After that, he sat on his bed and continued to refine the Saint Force in his body.
Although he had spent a few days refining the Saint Force in Fengyang City, Jianchen still had not completely dealt with the aftereffects of using monster cores to raise his strength too quickly.
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