The box at the bottom displayed the Tu Style Healing Art.
The strange thing was that there were two smaller boxes within the Tu Style Healing Art's box. The two smaller boxes were placed side by side.
The upper one displayed the Spirit Prompting Art.
The bottom one shows a transplant.
These were the two key techniques of the Tu Style Healing Art.
Lu Sheng looked at the Spirit Prompting Mantra's frame.
"Spirit Prompting Method: First Stage, black spirit-prompting threads. (Special traits. Level 1 Blood Transformation, Level 1 Suture, Level 1 Hasten.) "
'It really is a non-offensive skill formula …' Lu Sheng shook his head slightly, and glanced at his remaining Mental Energy.
He thought for a moment, then slowly clicked the modify button at the bottom of the interface.
"Let's try to level up first."
After he pressed the button skillfully, Lu Sheng focused his gaze on the Spirit Prompting Technique's frame.
* Hiss … *
The frame blurred for a moment before becoming clear again.
'Spiritual Prompting Technique, stage 2. (Special traits. Level 2 Blood Transformation, Level 2 Suturing, Level 2 Hastening.)'
"One unit of Mental Energy was consumed. This means that the level of this basic skill is not low … My body doesn't feel anything when I'm using it, which means that my precision of control has far exceeded the requirements of this level … "Lu Sheng was silent for a while and looked at the frame again.
'Let's raise it to the highest tier, Level Five.' With a thought, his Mental Energy instantly began to flow.
The frame suddenly blurred and became clear, blurred and became clear again, and began to flash at high speed.
After a while.
Lu Sheng raised his hand and pointed at the grass on the side.
* Hiss … *
A Black Beetle with an injured leg was instantly fixed in place by a transparent and invisible thread.
Its injured legs quickly healed and stitched up. Soon, it was back to normal. It flapped its wings and soared into the sky, circling around Lu Sheng slowly.
Crack crack …
After flying for less than a round, the beetle's original injury did not stop growing. A large number of black spikes sprouted from its legs.
Its body rapidly swelled up, the wings on its back growing longer and longer, and countless fine yellow fleshy granules grew out of its pale yellow abdomen.
The beetle grew larger and wider. Until it was about the size of a football. The insect seemed to have changed into another species, turning into a hideous and disgusting meatball.
Bang!
It exploded. Blood splashed all over the ground.
"Hmm … it's a bit too much … but this effect … is unexpected."
Lu Sheng muttered to himself for a moment. Then, he looked at the Healing Art's spirit-prompting threads that were now at the maximum level.
"There's no rush. Let's wait until I've learned the rest before I deduce and improve."
He waved his hand and sent out a wave of Devil Qi to clean up the wreckage and blood on the ground. Then, he turned around and left the forest.
'This kind of effect can be completely integrated into my own martial arts. This kind of blood qi, which is completely harmless to living beings, is something that many defensive martial arts formulas will not actively resist. By allowing the harmless blood qi to invade the opponent's body, it will then create such a distorted and strange catalytic effect …'
He had to admit that this was a very good idea.
Lu Sheng thought about how to integrate it into his own martial arts system. He returned to Tu Jin's courtyard and continued his new life as an assistant.
Recently, a disease called Kafan had broken out in the surrounding area. Many patients came to seek treatment, but this disease broke out very quickly and the cure rate was not high, causing the courtyard to be overcrowded.
Lu Sheng was busy helping with the diagnosis. Tu Jin did not have the time to guide them. It all depended on their own observation and comprehension.
In essence, the core of the Tu Style Healing Art was still the transplant art. The Healing Art was actually created to assist the transplant art.
After observing a few organ transplant surgeries, Lu Sheng gained some understanding of this Healing Art.
He also began his own transplant experiments in secret. The surrounding forest was large enough. He dug a cave underground and began capturing various animals to carry out small-scale experiments in conjunction with the Healing Art.
At the same time, he was waiting for Tu Jin to catch his breath and teach him the next step of the transplant art.
…
Spring passed and summer came. In the blink of an eye, more than two months had passed.
Libra City, Fourth Ward, Scarlet Cloud Sect.
Crimson clouds slowly covered the entire sky above the sect. A huge black goat's head hovered in the middle of the clouds.
Among the dark gray buildings below, Zhao Decheng slowly lowered his head and looked at the water clock on the wall nearby.
This clock was a special clock that was designed to stabilize the flow of water.
Here, the flow of water could be maintained at a constant speed. This was due to the existence of the Runic Rune Formation.
"It's not here yet?" He frowned.
"It's here, it's here." Nearby, Bi Yan jogged over with her big belly swaying.
"This is a letter from Father. It's for you." She shoved an unopened letter to Zhao Decheng.
"What did Master say to you? Is he still angry that we ran away? "Zhao Decheng hastily asked.
"He's angry, but we're his closest kin." Bi Yan patted the fat on her butt.
"What else can he say? It's just that the rye beside our house has ripened, and he's hiring someone to harvest it for him. The Shallow Words Flower is budding again. The Painted Snake in Painter Li's house nearby has laid dead eggs … "
Zhao Decheng sighed in relief. It was fine as long as Master was not angry again.
He quickly tore open the letter and read the contents. It was roughly what Bi Yan had said.
However …
"Master said he took in a final disciple?" he asked, slightly puzzled.
"Yes. It's the young man Father brought home the day we left." Bi Yan was unconcerned. "Who cares. He's probably going to run away after learning for a short while. Who would want to waste their youth on a healing technique when they can't even protect themselves? Isn't that a scam? "
"That's true." Zhao Decheng nodded. "It's good that everything's fine. We're going out on a mission soon. There's an evil spirit causing trouble in a village in the south. The Good Virtue Hall has issued a mission, and I've accepted two of them. Do you want to come along? "
"Let's go together. I don't have anything going on recently anyway." Bi Yan agreed.
…
Net Dragon Horn, Tu Family.
"Thank you, Doctor Tu. This is the consultation fee." A white-haired old man slowly pulled up his shirt to cover the abscess on his shoulder that had mostly rotted away. Then, he took out a round crystal white coin from his sleeve and pushed it to Tu Jin.
"This … is a little too much …" Tu Jin took the ice coin and hesitated slightly.
"Take it as an extra token of appreciation from this old man. It's been so many years, and you're the only one who can treat my old ailment. I've gone to the main city, the Good Heart Sect, and the Hongfu Temple, but I couldn't find anyone who could control this bug poison, "the old man replied with a smile.
"Alright, it would be impolite of me to decline." Tu Jin slowly accepted the ice coin and stood up to send the old man out.
Lu Sheng happened to be wrapping the bandage on another child's wrist. He reminded him of the things to take note of.
After sending the child away, there were no more patients in the medical hall.
De Yun could take care of the rest.
Tu Jin stood up and walked to Lu Sheng's side. He quietly placed a booklet on the latter's table. Then, he turned around and left.
Lu Sheng picked up the booklet and saw a line of words written on it.
"Burn it after reading. Tu Style Transplant Art."
'I've finally got it …'
Lu Sheng was slightly moved. He had not wasted the past few months after all. He had already displayed his astonishing talent to Tu Jin. He could easily grasp all the knowledge that was given to him, and could deduce ten things from one instance.
After a period of practical diagnosis and treatment, Tu Jin completely acknowledged that Lu Sheng's current level of attainment in medical skills was not much inferior to his own.
At most, there was a gap between his knowledge and his surgical skills.
It could be said that Lu Sheng was the most talented person Tu Jin had ever met. He had never seen someone with such terrifying talent.
In just a few months, he had used up more than half of his medical skills that he had accumulated over the past few decades.
Since that was the case, he wrote the rest of the transplant art into a booklet and handed it to Lu Sheng.
He did not want to be asked questions that he could not answer while he was teaching. It would damage his image as a teacher.
Lu Sheng received the transplant art booklet and stood up to enter the inner room. In reality, he had already begun to explore how to transplant organs and tissues. He had also conducted many experiments on animals and plants.
However, none of them were satisfactory.
The booklet came at the right time.
In just one night, Lu Sheng quickly absorbed the contents of the booklet.
He was instantly shocked by the advanced techniques within. The medical skills and secret techniques contained in the booklet were not something that a doctor could figure out alone.
It was a conclusion that could only be reached after many years of exploration and countless experiments.
On the night that Lu Sheng received the booklet, he had a chance of achieving his goal of fusing it with his martial arts.
In the blink of an eye, another two months passed.
…
"Bam!"
In the underground cavern.
Lu Sheng looked calmly at a strange-looking creature in front of him. It suddenly exploded and turned into a pile of flesh and blood.
'Fusing the reproductive organs of ants and insects into scorpions doesn't work after all?' Lu Sheng frowned. He turned around and returned to a corridor in the depths of the cavern.
The entire underground cavern had been excavated into a special underground base with more than ten rooms and several experimental halls.
Both sides of the corridor were entrances to rooms with labels.
'Insect Fusion', 'Fish Fusion', 'Cross-fusion', 'Concentrated Type Transplantation' …
The names of the various types of experiments were marked on the nameplates of the rooms.
Lu Sheng kept walking. Soon, he stopped in front of a room with a sign that said "Special Organ Transplant".
He pushed the door open slowly.
"Roar!"
Abruptly, a deafening wave of sound blasted out from the room, causing Lu Sheng's hair to flutter behind him.
A huge black tiger covered in white armor was tightly bound by dozens of chains in a stone pool at the inner side of the room.
Not only did the black tiger grow white armor, but its eyes were also dug out and replaced with the eyeballs of a powerful creature called the Death Stag.
The Death Stag had the special ability to unleash invisible mental storms. However, because of its small size, its destructive power was only enough to blow leaves, stun and prey on small insects that they liked to eat.
However, after Lu Sheng discovered it, he collected the cells from the Death Stag's eyeballs and fused them into a pair of giant eyeballs through a special transplantation technique. He then transplanted them into the black tiger's eyes.
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