"Ah... too brutal..."

…

After a moment, Lin Lang finally stopped what he was doing and threw the broken stick aside.

“Woo…”

Lin Lang sensed the weak internal force in Shen Datong's body and said with a smile: "Okay, you can shout now."

“Huff…”

Shen Datong was covered in blood and sweat, lying weakly on the deck.

He could no longer scream and could only lie there breathing heavily, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

I have finally cultivated the first trace of internal strength. My hero Shen Lang is finally going to rise!

Lin Lang touched his chin, then channeled his true energy into it again to heal his wounds.

He discovered that the healing effect of the Nine Yang Divine Art was several times stronger at this time. Shen Datong's external injuries actually began to scar and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Lang's eyes narrowed. It was indeed so. Even if he didn't treat Shen Datong's injuries, he would be able to be full of energy again within a day or two.

This physical potential is really enviable!

"Haha, thank you so much for giving me a new life, Master. I, Shen Datong, will never forget it in my life!" Shen Datong said seriously.

From this moment on, he regarded the young Taoist priest in front of him as his real master.

Lin Lang smiled casually and said, "Alright, you take a rest first. I'll go out and check on the situation."

As he reached the boat, the old river god said, "The sea is just ahead. I can't go with you."

As he spoke, his figure slowly dissipated. Before leaving, he said, "Lin boy, don't forget my River God Temple..."

Lin Lang touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

How can I explain it to make this lie seem more beautiful?