Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Chapter 142 The Old Witch Doctor

Witch doctors are even rarer than alchemists.

Alchemists and weapon refiners are both practitioners of profound arts.

However, one follows the path of alchemy and the other the path of weapon crafting, which are relatively rare among cultivators.

Because weapon refiners must be practitioners of fire-based profound arts, and alchemists must be practitioners of wood-based profound arts, in addition to having special talents.

In other words, even if you are a practitioner of fire or wood-based mystical arts, you may not necessarily become a weapon refiner or an alchemist.

Because you lack something called special elemental affinity. This elemental affinity is a prerequisite for becoming a weapon refiner or an alchemist.

Witch doctors are an even rarer group. They are not members of the witch clan, but ordinary practitioners of profound arts, except that they are practitioners of both fire and wood elements.

Because fire overcomes wood, if a person possesses both of these elements, their wood element will be completely suppressed. However, there are exceptions, such as yin fire and yang wood, or yang fire and yin wood. If the wood element dominates, a delicate relative balance will be achieved.

After their spiritual roots awaken, they will possess a talent that others cannot match, and through this talent, they can learn special techniques, such as medicine and talisman making.

The medical skills of witch doctors are mysterious and peculiar. Unlike alchemists who use pills or herbs to cure diseases, they can use a special method to apply secret techniques to patients without the need for pills. They can quickly make patients better or worse, or even control a person's life and death from a distance.

Because their methods were so bizarre and mysterious, they were called witchcraft by the world.

Although witch doctors or talisman masters are unique, they also have an innate flaw: due to their special physique, it is difficult for them to cultivate their esoteric skills to a high level.

Even the most skilled witch doctor can only cultivate to the first level of the Heavenly Rank, and it is very difficult to improve further after that.

In Uehara City, there was only one old witch doctor, who had neither apprentices nor disciples.

He had only two servants to take care of everything. Because of his eccentric personality and reluctance to treat patients, his household was deserted.

Very few people know of his existence.

Su Yangyan got to know the old witch doctor because his son was framed and crippled by Lord Liao and was on the verge of death. When the alchemists they hired were helpless, someone recommended an old witch doctor who could treat him.

Although the old witch doctor couldn't completely cure Su Yangyan's son's illness, it was already quite remarkable that he was able to keep him alive despite his shattered meridians and broken bones.

The old witch doctor is now waking up the unconscious patrolman, as instructed by Su Yangyan.

The old witch doctor raised his right hand high, then extended two long fingers. He first drew some complex pictures in the air, and then two intertwined streaks of light appeared between his two fingers, one bright and one dark. The bright one was light green and the dark one was purplish-red. The streaks of light were about three inches away from his body.

The old witch doctor slowly pressed his gleaming fingers onto the inspector's dantian (lower abdomen), then gently moved them along the meridians and acupoints towards the chest, pausing briefly at the heart before continuing towards the top of the inspector's head. Finally, it stopped at the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head.

About fifteen minutes later, the old witch doctor removed the light beam, then spread his palms and moved them back and forth in the air about an inch away from the inspector's chest and abdomen. He repeated this several times before stopping.

"Lord Su, I have already woken him up. Please ask him anything you need to ask as soon as possible. He will be awake for about an hour at most before falling into a deep sleep again. His injuries are too severe. It will be difficult for him to get up and walk without one or two months of recovery. It will take at least half a year for him to fully recover."

Upon hearing this, Su Yangyan quickly expressed his gratitude:

"Thank you for your trouble, Elder Wu. Please go to the private room to rest first. If you need anything, just ask the guards. We will come back to serve you when we are done."

The old witch doctor answered as he walked out:

"Haha, Lord Su, you're too kind. It was nothing at all. It's my honor to serve you!"

It was past midnight, and hundreds of wolf corpses had piled up around where Mo Yuming stood. Mo Yuming was covered in blood, but most of the blood on his body was wolf blood.

The black iron sword in his hand was also chipped in several places by him; if it were a smelting iron sword, it would probably have shattered long ago.

The other four Falcon Guards also performed very well, each killing more than a dozen, but their situation was worse than Mo Yuming's, with each of them suffering minor injuries to varying degrees.

His condition wasn't good either; he was clearly exhausted. Fortunately, after leaving behind hundreds of corpses, Blood Wolf had been behaving himself for quite some time.

Only then were the five of them able to find time to practice their internal energy to heal their injuries and recover their strength as quickly as possible.

Mo Yuming took out some water and food from his storage bag and distributed them to the four Falcon Guards, and gave each of them a low-level magic crystal to quickly restore their spiritual power.

Storage bags are relatively precious items, and most martial artists do not have them, so the four Falcon Guards carried very limited items.

All four were elites from the Falcon Squad, possessing martial arts skills at the seventh or eighth level of the Earth Rank, and were extremely experienced in combat.

"Everyone, take a break. The Blood Wolves probably won't attack again for a while. I'll keep watch here and call you if anything happens!"

Mo Yuming sat on a prominent, high boulder and spoke to the four Falcon Guards.

“It’s our duty to protect you, our lord, instead of us being tired. Protecting you is our responsibility! How can our lord stand guard for us?” the four Falcon Guards quickly replied.

"My cultivation is higher than yours, and my current condition is also better than yours. These are extraordinary times, and it is most important that you recover well!"

Mo Yuming spoke to the four people in a commanding tone.

"Yes, my lord!"

The four had no choice but to obey and go to rest.

Mo Yuming sat alone on the boulder, gazing up into the pitch-black night. All that lay ahead was darkness, with only the faint shadows of tall trees visible nearby. Mo Yuming felt a profound peace, a feeling he had never experienced since leaving the valley.

He vaguely sensed that his cultivation, which had not improved for a long time, seemed to have changed, but not improved. Rather, it felt more substantial, and he felt that he was more agile in using profound spiritual power than before.

Mo Yuming finally realized his problem: he hadn't trained enough, especially since life-or-death battles were the best way to unleash one's potential and quickly bring one's profound skills to their peak.

Those who are able to kill people of higher cultivation levels than themselves have rich combat experience and can unleash their profound skills beyond the norm.