Douluo Huo Yuhao: My Clone is Too Self-Disciplined

Chapter 67 How can I heal my wounds without taking off my clothes?

after one day!

Five hundred miles from Thunder Swamp, in a cave, which had been slightly furnished and was barely habitable, a handsome figure sat cross-legged on a stone bed.

On another stone bed lay a woman with a graceful figure, Zhang Lexuan. She was still unconscious, her face pale, and her forehead covered with large beads of sweat, as if she were in great pain.

Her lower body was completely intact, while her upper body was covered by a black cloak. However, what could be seen was that her delicate body under the cloak was completely naked!
The three shocking wounds on her chest were truly astonishing, but fortunately, they had been treated and were beginning to heal slowly.

After giving Zhang Lexuan some basic first aid, Mo Xi took a dagger and walked toward the Shadow Leopard's corpse.

Through his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, he discovered that the part of the Shadow Leopard's corpse where soul power still flowed was its head. Therefore, there was no doubt that the soul bone produced by the Shadow Leopard was a 100,000-year-old head soul bone.

As expected, with the superb dissection skills of the necromancer Moxi, the head bone was removed by Moxi as if he were a master butcher dissecting an ox.

This was a dark gold head soul bone, radiating a dazzling silver-black light. Mo Xi liked this color very much; it suited him perfectly. And he could finally possess his first 100,000-year soul bone.

That was actually the first soul bone he absorbed.

Although the Holy Spirit Cult is wealthy, it's stingy. Even if he is a noble Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult, he is not qualified to apply for a 100,000-year-old soul bone.

However, he expressed his understanding, after all, even some super Douluo powerhouses in the Holy Spirit Cult were not qualified to obtain a 100,000-year-old soul bone, let alone him!
Therefore, it's better to rely on yourself than on others. A tall building starts from the ground up, and glory still depends on yourself!
He released his martial spirit—well, it seems he didn't need to release it, his demonic eye was always open.

He released his soul power to draw upon the soul bone. Soon, the 100,000-year-old head soul bone of the Shadow Leopard floated above Mo Xi's head, pressed tightly against his forehead, and was then directly absorbed into his body.

As the soul bone entered his body, Mo Xi felt a powerful soul force flowing into his entire being—the very soul force brought to him by the 100,000-year-old head soul bone. This pure energy flowed along his martial soul into every part of his body, where it was absorbed.

His soul power also gradually increased from level 71 over time, eventually stabilizing at level 73.

Mo Xi was still surprised that a single soul bone could directly increase his soul power by two levels.

Because of his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception and his Thousand-Blooded Snow Martial Soul, he possesses two ultimate Martial Souls, which makes his cultivation speed extremely slow. If he were to cultivate these two levels of soul power on his own, it would take him at least two months.

Mo Xi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "As expected of a soul bone that is 100,000 years old, the effect is really strong. The increase in soul power is strong, and the effect of soul skills is even stronger!"
The 100,000-year-old Shadow Leopard provided him with two soul bone skills, both of which were spatial skills. The first soul skill, Shadow Tracking, was the Shadow Leopard's innate skill. By marking an enemy, it could instantly teleport to the enemy's side within a range of one thousand meters.

Of course, you can also mark teammates; in short, it's a very powerful spatial teleportation skill.

The second soul skill is also a spatial skill, but it's not teleportation; rather, it's spatial displacement. It also marks an enemy or ally, swapping their positions within a 1000-meter radius.

This distance isn't fixed; it increases as his cultivation level rises. These two skills are not only suitable for combat but also for escaping—they're excellent skills, and Mo Xi is very satisfied. However, just after absorbing the soul bone, he found a cold longsword pressed against his neck. He looked up, his purple eyes staring blankly at the figure—it was the woman he had saved.

"Young lady, what are you doing? Is this how you treat your savior?"

Zhang Lexuan's face was pale, and anger appeared on her beautiful face. She covered her chest with her hand, pointed her sword at Mo Xi, and said, "Did you take off my clothes?"

What was the Demon Xi Dao originally? He nodded, readily admitting it, "The three wounds on your chest are indeed too severe, and you also have considerable injuries on your back. If you don't apply medicine, you will surely die."

"What? I saved you from a shadow panther that's a hundred thousand years old and even healed your wounds, and you're pointing your sword at me?"

Mo Xi stared at the cold longsword that Zhang Lexuan had pressed against his neck and spoke coldly!

Zhang Lexuan's face was still pale, but her expression was resolute. "I'm not a pedantic person. If you saw something you shouldn't have while trying to save me, I, Zhang Lexuan, am not the kind of ungrateful person who would say nothing. But what I want to confirm is: were you doing it on purpose?"

Zhang Lexuan couldn't help but be angry. Even if it was for the purpose of healing, she shouldn't have had all her clothes removed. After all, she was only injured in one part of her body, so why take off all of her clothes? After all, there is a difference between men and women, and this was really not the behavior of a gentleman.

Faced with Zhang Lexuan's questioning, Mo Xi remained unfazed and generously replied, "Taking off your clothes was only for healing my wounds."

With that, Mo Xi readily stood up, walking straight to Zhang Lexuan with her longsword pointed at him. Even though a deep gash ran down his neck, he remained unfazed. Zhang Lexuan, on the other hand, was startled by his actions.

"You said your name is Zhang Lexuan? Okay, Zhang Lexuan, if I told you that I can't see anything with these eyes, would you be relieved?"

At this moment, the two were very close and could feel each other's breath. Zhang Lexuan had thrown away the long sword in her hand, and a trace of self-reproach appeared on her pale face. She carefully wiped away the bloodstains for Mo Xi, and at the same time, she saw his purple eyes.

Mysterious and enigmatic, it had no pupils, only secret patterns, and most importantly, there was no light in its eyes.

Therefore, what Mo Xi said is true; he really can't see anything.

At this moment, a deep sense of self-reproach welled up in Zhang Lexuan's heart. Not only had she dragged the young man in front of her down, but after being rescued, she had also pointed a sword at his savior.

Then, in order to prove his innocence, he was forced to bring up his painful experience of physical disability.

She didn't have the courage to point her sword at the enemy, but instead pointed it at her benefactor, causing him to be injured as a result.

Seeing Mo Xi's cold and lonely face, she felt like a bad woman, the most vicious woman in the world.

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