Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

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The phrase "feeling sorry for one's own kind" is accurate in any situation.

He had seen dead men and groups of dead wild beasts, but this was the first time he had ever seen a group of humans killed by human cruelty.

Any human being with normal values ​​who saw this scene would probably feel disgust towards the mastermind behind it.

Lin Xian'er's body was eventually burned by A Fei, leaving only a handful of ashes. Apart from that, there was no trace of Lin Xian'er in the world.

The carriage creaked and groaned as it moved forward, just as before, as if nothing had happened.

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When Luke saw Li Xunhuan again, he was already nearing the end of his life.

At this moment, Li Xunhuan's face was deathly pale, and his eyes were dark-rimmed. He not only looked like a consumptive, but also like someone who had been deeply poisoned.

At this moment, Li Xunhuan was in a tavern. His face was completely bloodless, and even his lips had turned blue. Anyone could tell that he was seriously ill. A dying patient was actually drinking. This tavern had been open for more than 20 years, but it had never seen such a customer before. Even the manager and the staff were all stunned.

Tie Chuanjia slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Bring me the wine! The best wine! If it's even a fraction watered down, I'll take your heads!"

Li Xunhuan stared at him for a long, long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "In the past twenty years, only today do you have a bit of the heroic spirit of 'Ironclad Vajra'!"

Ironclad Vajra was Tie Chuanjia's nickname. At this moment, Tie Chuanjia was in tears because Li Xunhuan was about to die. This tough man was as heartbroken as if his own father had died.

But he immediately threw his head back and laughed, saying, "I didn't expect that you would still remember this name, while I had already forgotten it."

Li Xunhuan said, "You...you should make an exception and have a drink today too."

Tie Chuanjia said, "Alright, I'll drink as much as you drink today, young master!"

Li Xunhuan laughed loudly, "If I can make you break your vow to drink, then my life will not have been in vain!"

When others saw them laughing so loudly, they all stared wide-eyed and peeked at them. No one could understand why a dying patient would be so happy.

This was the first thing Luke and his companions saw when they got off the carriage and arrived at the tavern.

Afei didn't understand why someone could laugh so happily when they were about to die, but he longed for that kind of open-mindedness and boldness from the bottom of his heart.

Even Zhao Yun, who originally had a lot of opinions about Li Xunhuan, couldn't help but purse his lips and say something.

"This guy is really something, he's almost dead and he's still thinking about drinking."

Luke smiled slightly, thinking to himself that this matter could not be blamed on Li Xunhuan; the blame should be placed on Gu Long, the great hero who created him.

It seems that most of the protagonists in Gu Long's novels are alcoholics, the kind who are addicted to alcohol. Even Gu Long himself died because of drinking.

"If I can't even have a drink before I die, what's the point of life? I'll die sooner or later, but if I die without wine, wouldn't that be the greatest regret of my life?"

At this moment, Li Xunhuan also noticed Luke and his group. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed loudly...

Despite his haggard appearance, Li Xunhuan exuded an even more refined and elegant air.

Luke and the others went inside and sat down directly opposite Li Xunhuan. Tie Chuanjia stood up and stood behind Li Xunhuan, looking just like a Vajra protecting him.

For Tie Chuanjia now, nothing is important except Li Xunhuan. He would do anything to make Li Xunhuan's last days more comfortable.

"Come on, this wine may not be the best, but at least it's not watered down, so it's worth a try."

Li Xunhuan pushed the two jars of wine in front of Luke and Afei, and said with a smile.

Without any hesitation, Afei picked up the wine jar and began to drink heartily. In one gulp, half the jar of wine was gone.

He wiped the remaining liquor from the corner of his mouth, a rare flush rising to his face, as if the strong liquor had ignited some long-dormant emotion deep within him.

But Luke didn't drink it. Instead, he gently tapped the wine jar, and a stream of crystal-clear wine flew out of it.

Suddenly, a burst of intense true energy emanated from Luke's palm, evaporating the wine and turning it into a wine aroma. With a wave of Luke's hand, this wine aroma enveloped Li Xunhuan.

Li Xunhuan felt a warm sensation rising from his chest, and the heavy poison seemed to be gradually dissipated, making his breathing much easier.

Tie Chuanjia's eyes widened, and he was about to question him when Luke said unhurriedly, "If you want your young master to live, stand there and don't move."

Tie Chuanjia was taken aback upon hearing this, then looked down at Li Xunhuan. Seeing that Li Xunhuan nodded slightly to indicate that it was alright, he barely managed to suppress his anger, but his eyes remained wary as he stared at Luke.

Luke smiled slightly, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if he could see through all the illusions and truths of the world.

He said slowly, "Brother Li, you are deeply poisoned. If you hadn't met me, I'm afraid you wouldn't have survived today. However, since we've met, it must be fate. I will lend you a hand and expel the poison from your body."

Chapter 252: Martial Arts Chronicle: Luke Takes Action to Heal Li Xunhuan

The white true energy that Luke spewed from his palm resembled a spirit snake roaming between heaven and earth, trembling slightly in the air.

He fused the aroma of the wine with his own internal energy, forming a gentle yet domineering force that, carrying a faint fragrance, entered Li Xunhuan's body through his seven orifices and pores.

At first, Li Xunhuan felt a warm current surge in his chest, as if the winter sun was shining on the frozen earth, dispelling the bone-chilling cold.

However, this power is not just simple warmth; it is more like an invisible blade that explores along the meridians and pierces the toxins lurking in the body.

The venom hidden deep within the eight extraordinary meridians, which was originally like a lurking beast waiting for its chance to strike, was now agitated by this force and gradually gathered into a mass of pitch-black turbidity.

As time went by, Li Xunhuan's expression began to change.

His cheeks first flushed red, then became as hot as fire, and even his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

Afei sat to the side, his brows furrowed, a hint of worry in his eyes. Though he remained silent, the way he gripped the wine jar tightly betrayed his emotional turmoil.

Tie Chuanjia stood behind Li Xunhuan, guarding his young master like an impregnable fortress, his eyes fixed intently on Luke, as if he would pounce on him without hesitation if the other party made the slightest move.

Luke's expression remained calm throughout, as if all of this was nothing out of the ordinary for him.

He lightly pressed his hands on the table, his fingertips trembling slightly, an unavoidable phenomenon when he was controlling the flow of internal energy.

As the white mist grew thicker, Li Xunhuan's body showed obvious signs of reaction—his breathing became rapid, and his chest heaved violently, as if he were enduring immense pain.

However, he did not utter a groan, but gritted his teeth and faced the torment with an almost stubborn attitude.

About fifteen minutes later, Li Xunhuan suddenly looked up and roared, and then a mouthful of thick black blood gushed out from his throat, shooting several feet away.

The blood emitted a nauseating, fishy stench, instantly staining the tablecloth red and drawing the attention of the surrounding patrons, some of whom even covered their noses and backed away.

But the moment he spat out that mouthful of black blood, Li Xunhuan's face suddenly returned to normal. He was still pale, but he had gained a long-lost clarity.

"it is good……"

Li Xunhuan sighed deeply, his voice hoarse but filled with undisguised joy, "It really does feel better to be alive."

Luke withdrew his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Brother Li, the toxins in your body have been completely cleared. Now you just need to take good care of yourself and you will regain your former glory."

Upon hearing this, Tie Chuanjia's eyes flashed with excitement. He immediately knelt on one knee and kowtowed deeply to Luke, saying, "Thank you for saving me, my benefactor!"

For Tie Chuanjia, Li Xunhuan was more important than his own life. Luke saved Li Xunhuan's life, which meant he saved his own. Tie Chuanjia would not hesitate to kowtow to him or even take his head.

Luke flicked his sleeve lightly, and an invisible force lifted the iron armor that was about to collapse, and said calmly.

"It's just a small matter, don't worry about it. Besides, I have something I need Li Tanhua's help with, and he can't do it when he's poisoned and about to die."

There are many skilled doctors in this world. Although the poison that Li Xunhuan was afflicted with was difficult to treat, if he were lucky enough to encounter a skilled doctor and receive timely treatment, he might not necessarily die.

Didn't Li Xunhuan survive in the original novel?

But Luke didn't use medical skills; instead, he used a special power cultivated through a martial arts technique.

There are many martial arts techniques in this world that can make people immune to all poisons, such as the Nine Yang Manual. After mastering it, one becomes indestructible, has an extremely fast energy recovery speed, and is immune to all poisons.

There is also the Yi Jing of Shaolin, which cultivates internal energy that is so integrated that it is difficult for external evils to enter.

Then there's the Dragon God Technique passed down by the Dragon God, which also grants immunity to all poisons.

Aside from the Dragon Clan, only Yin Zhong knows this Dragon God Technique.

Yin Zhong has old injuries caused by the Spirit Realm, which require the poison of the Mercury Pool plus the poison of the Blood Python, which has a lifespan of at least five hundred years, to fight poison with poison in order to barely suppress them.

The combination of these two toxins is definitely one of the most potent poisons in the world, yet Yin Zhong remains unharmed.

This is not entirely due to Yin Zhong's immortality; the effects of the Dragon God Technique also play a significant role.

However, Yin Zhong would certainly not pass on the Dragon God Skill to Luke, as Luke uses the Reverse Life Triple Technique.

The second level of the Reverse Rebirth Trilogy allows for limb regeneration, let alone a mere toxin. For Luke, who has already reached the third level of the Reverse Rebirth Trilogy, as long as his head isn't severed or his heart isn't ripped out, he can save him.

Li Xunhuan opened his eyes and circulated his true energy for a full cycle. He felt completely unobstructed, with no more of the previous dull pain. He even felt sensations he had never experienced before.

"This is?"

After carefully sensing the condition within his body, Li Xunhuan was somewhat shocked.

"Brother Lu, you even cured my lung disease? You are truly a miracle worker!"

Li Xunhuan clearly noticed that his breathing, which was usually difficult, had become incredibly smooth, and the pain in his lungs was gone, which greatly surprised him.

Luke waved his hand and said, "It's just something I did, don't worry about it too much."

Let's not even talk about 630's lung disease. Even if he's missing half of his heart, as long as he's still breathing, Luke can fix it for him. The third level of Reverse Life has endless uses. Bringing the dead back to life and healing the wounded is not just talk.

Li Xunhuan said solemnly, "Brother Lu's superb skills are admirable, but the life-saving grace cannot be faked. Just now, Brother Lu said that he needed my help with something. If I can do my bit, it will be a small way to repay this life-saving grace."

Li Xunhuan's words were utterly sincere. He was the kind of person who would risk his life for his friends; in other words, he was incredibly loyal and righteous. The Confucian ideal of sacrificing oneself for righteousness was perfectly embodied in him.

"Everyone says that Li Xunhuan's flying dagger never misses its mark. I am very interested in seeing what kind of divine skill this 'never misses its mark' really is."

The name "Little Li Flying Dagger" seems to possess a certain magic; anyone who knows these four words seems to want to test its power to see if it is truly as mysterious as the legends suggest.

To date, countless enemies who longed to witness the divine power of Little Li's Flying Dagger have died under Li Xunhuan's throwing knives.

However, none of these people were friends whom Li Xunhuan considered friends, so Li Xunhuan naturally refused them outright.

"Little Li's Flying Dagger isn't anything special, and it's never used against friends."

Chapter 253: Martial Arts Chronicle: The Infallible Little Li Flying Dagger

Li Xunhuan was famous for his throwing knives. Because his nickname was "Little Li the Scholar," his weapon was also called "Little Li's Flying Knife." The knife was very light, very short (seven inches long), and very thin, almost like a willow leaf.

The martial arts world's assessment of "Little Li's Flying Dagger" is: "Little Li's divine dagger is unparalleled in the world; every strike he makes never misses!"

This means that Li Xunhuan never throws his flying knives lightly, but once he does, every single one hits its target, and absolutely no one can dodge them.

Over the past 20 years, 76 people have died or been injured by Li Xunhuan's flying daggers; not a single person has been able to avoid a single strike from him.

Of these, 28 people did not die; those who died were truly deserving of death.

Little Li's Flying Dagger has never mistaken a single person for his own.

The fact that Li Xunhuan's flying daggers never miss is not just a skill, but a belief—a belief that the benevolent are invincible and justice will prevail. Once this belief is lost, although Li Xunhuan's flying daggers may still be very accurate, they will also lose the myth of never missing a shot.

Therefore, Li Xunhuan would never lay a hand on someone he considered a friend and savior. Once the Little Li Flying Dagger loses its spirit, it becomes less effective.