Sword Saint Hans looked at his apprentice and couldn't help but comfort him.
"This bloodline modification can strengthen your body. With the dragon bloodline, your body will also have the powerful regenerative abilities of the dragon, which will improve your injuries and allow severed limbs to regrow through powerful regeneration."
"Child, you must hold on! If you give up now, all your years of cultivation will have been for nothing!"
Hans said earnestly.
But John paid no heed to these words; instead, his wails grew louder and louder.
At this moment, Yali also frowned.
Although directly altering one's bloodline with the blood of the Dragon Suppressor would indeed be very painful.
But it can't be that exaggerated, can it?
That drop of true dragon blood was barely consumed; only a tiny wisp of blood mist was absorbed. Could it not even withstand this kind of pain?
Some ruthless individuals even went so far as to bite open the dragon's neck after slaying it, drink several mouthfuls of its blood, and refine it on the spot without uttering a sound.
Even with Yali's cultivation level, she could sense that John in front of her was indeed very talented, with his spiritual energy flowing very smoothly without any stagnation.
This shows that his cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort, without any difficulties or setbacks.
But even if you have great talent, if you can't even endure this little bit of hardship, then you might as well just be an ordinary person.
She felt that the Sword Saint was not quite suited to cultivation.
Of course, as an outsider, Yali shouldn't say too much about such things.
He could only mutter a few words to himself.
Even a sword saint is very satisfied with his disciple, so it's not appropriate for an outsider like me to say such things.
However, after John howled like a pig being slaughtered for a while, Yali couldn't stand it anymore.
"Perhaps I should use some calming spells to alleviate this child's pain."
"Okay." The Sword Saint replied briefly. He had focused most of his energy on controlling the True Dragon Blood to modify his bloodline, and even speaking was too much of a struggle for him.
A green light appeared in Yali's hand and then floated towards John.
However, John continued to howl like a pig being slaughtered, showing no sign of abating.
Yali frowned, and several more beams of light appeared in her hand, which she threw into John's body.
John's squealing finally subsided, and he said gratefully:
"Thank you so much, Grandma Elf! Your spell is really effective; I don't feel any pain anymore..."
When Yali heard the word "grandmother," her lips twitched slightly, and her brows furrowed even deeper.
The Sword Saint, however, only focused on his disciple. Seeing that his disciple was no longer in so much pain, he began to intensify his efforts to modify the bloodline.
If this drop of true dragon blood continues to be modified at the same slow pace as at the beginning, who knows how long it will take.
The Sword Saint himself had been injured, and his spiritual power had decreased significantly. If he didn't speed things up, he might run out of spiritual power and be unable to complete the bloodline transformation.
But then John started howling again.
The mutilated body thrashed about on the bed.
It's even harder to press down than a pig slaughtered for the Lunar New Year.
Yali gave a cold laugh.
This time, she didn't even utter a sound to ask.
With a slender hand raised, a large number of vines emerged from the specially made bed, directly locking John's remaining hands and legs.
It was like handcuffs, directly binding John's limbs.
Now the pigs won't cause any more trouble...
Finally, a continuous stream of screams, incredibly tragic and shrill, came from inside the room.
If you didn't know better, you'd think they were slaughtering a pig inside...
After a long time, the room was finally opened.
The swordsman wearily pushed open the door and walked out of the room.
The bloodline modification performed on John was barely successful, but the price he paid was enormous.
Putting aside all the preparations made in advance, a lot of money and treasures were spent, and we also owed the elven priest a favor.
His cultivation level even regressed significantly as a result.
Originally, he planned to make a perfect and successful transformation.
However, because John kept screaming in pain, he was forced to slow down the transformation process, which prolonged the overall time and caused excessive consumption of spiritual energy.
Later on, his spiritual energy was completely insufficient, but he couldn't give up at this final moment. So he had to consume his own essence and pay a huge price to forcibly continue the progress of the bloodline modification.
Moreover, this transformation was only barely successful; John did not absorb 100% of the essence of this drop of true dragon blood.
It only absorbed a little over 60%.
A portion of the true dragon essence remained in John's body, but it could not be utilized.
However, the fact that he managed to succeed, albeit with barely any effort, was already the result of the Sword Saint's utmost efforts.
If this continues, he might really kick the bucket.
He had originally reached the Diamond rank with his Sword Saint strength.
However, after suffering extremely serious injuries, he was only at the Platinum level, and even then, he was only at the early Platinum level.
Now, by forcibly consuming its source power, it has dropped a major rank, leaving it only at the peak of the Gold rank...
Yali also came out of the room. She looked at the exhausted Sword Saint with a complicated expression in her eyes.
She felt that the Phantom Sword Saint in front of her was completely dragged down by his own disciple.
To put it bluntly, what would happen if you, old man, didn't take on any apprentices?
After successfully auctioning the True Dragon's Blood, he kept it and was reluctant to use it. After successfully seizing the Dragon Blood Grass, he also insisted on saving it for his disciple.
And what was the result?
John gave the dragon's blood herb to his apprentice, but he couldn't keep it and couldn't find it at all.
The true dragon's blood was painstakingly used to improve the disciple's physique, but it wasn't fully absorbed yet; only a little over 60% was utilized, resulting in a waste of a small portion.
Even this wasted bit of true dragon blood could fetch an astronomical price.
If only this Phantom Sword Saint would keep these two treasures for himself.
Healing from his injuries and returning to Diamond rank is definitely just around the corner.
"Sword Saint Master, then I shall take my leave. If you need any help next time, just send someone to contact me. Our Wood Elf race has always been very willing to befriend a powerful figure like the Sword Saint."
After exchanging a few polite words, Yali prepared to leave.
She glanced at John in the room one last time, not thinking that the kid would amount to anything in the future.
Perhaps this is just a grandmother-level figure making predictions about the future of the next generation... Hmph...
Yali muttered something to herself with a hint of malice.
Just as she swayed away with her slender waist, the streets of Forest City echoed with the sounds of other races pushing and shouting.
Many creatures began to act in disorder, making it difficult for the street security personnel to manage them.
"What's wrong? Why are you all so flustered?"
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