CHAPTER 426: CHAPTER 221: TEAR OF SPRING BREATH_2

With a slight movement of his mind, a soft, verdant glow full of life emerged from the teardrop-shaped pendant in his palm.

It felt like soaking in a hot spring, bringing waves of soothing comfort to his hand.

Xia Nan gently pressed his palm against the wound on his right hand that had been scratched by Mint.

Buzz—

A gentle, non-dazzling green light rippled over the surface of the wound, and minuscule, almost imperceptible points of light seeped into it.

The stinging pain from the scratch was immediately replaced by a refreshing sense of comfort.

The wound gradually healed.

Xia Nan felt incredibly satisfied, his mind involuntarily recalling the image of Mint using a healing spell on Vireis in the past.

Back then, the green light that emitted from her hands was almost identical to the "Secondary Healing Technique" he was now using through his equipment.

He suddenly understood.

No wonder... a Beastman disguised as a Druid.

It turns out that her so-called "healing magic" was released using this piece of equipment.

In that case, when necessary, perhaps he could also impersonate a "weak spellcaster" like her.

By masking abilities like [Gravity Control] and [Gravity Etching] as part of the casting class, and combining it with the healing technique from this equipment, it really seemed plausible.

Of course, the premise is that he could have an acting skill comparable to hers.

Then, there’s the formidable-sounding Fourth Ring Spell "Spring Vein Purification," which can only be used once every seven days.

It’s probably because Mint had already used it in the battle earlier; hence its effect was cooling down and couldn’t be tested now.

But just the scene earlier where her massive arm-breaking wound stopped bleeding quickly, healing visibly, with granulation tissue moving and touching, which made Xia Nan anxious, was enough to show its powerful effect.

It could definitely be his third trump card after the [Dead Line] ring and [Destiny Coin].

He could even envision a situation where, in an evenly-matched battle, fiercely fighting with a similarly struggling enemy, both in poor states, and then using "Spring Vein Purification" to heal rapidly right in front of them, leaving them dumbfounded.

On the other hand, its high "Fourth Ring" magic level also indicates its strength.

After all, even the legendary "Fireball Technique," which has left countless myths among spellcasters in the Material Realm, is merely a Third Ring Spell.

And "Spring Vein Purification" is even a ring higher, a level of magic only eligible for spellcasters with a Professional Level of 7 to memorize and cast.

As the core ability of a piece of Blue Magic Accessories, it is indeed more than enough.

Unfortunately, the description in the attribute panel states that this ability can only be used on oneself and cannot heal others, which is somewhat limiting.

After examining it in his palm for a while, Xia Nan carefully and solemnly tucked it into his bosom for close storage.

Though he wasn’t particularly concerned about outfits, as long as it’s practical, wearing a pendant wasn’t a big deal.

However, unlike the simple and unadorned [Dead Line] ring, the [Tear of Spring Breath] itself was quite conspicuous.

Wearing it outside wasn’t very appropriate, as it could easily arouse suspicion.

Recalling Mint’s previous false form, it seemed she strung it with thorns as a necklace and hung it on her chest.

It seems it doesn’t necessarily have to be an earring to be effective.

Xia Nan thought about studying it himself when he returned to River Valley Town or asking Rock Hammer Barn to slightly redesign it, transforming [Tear of Spring Breath] into a necklace pendant, armband, bracelet, or similar discrete accessory for concealment.

"Roar!!!"

A somewhat familiar deep howling sound came from the distant forest, startling a few unknown birds and beasts flying into the air.

Xia Nan quickly snapped back to reality.

He could certainly hear that the roar came from that Bear with a Challenge Level as high as 3.

Knowing it was not wise to linger.

After carefully checking the bodies on the ground to confirm no valuable loot was missed,

he used [Teeth Hunting], transforming into a howling wolf shadow, vanishing into the depths of the night.

Who knows howmuch time passed.

Creak—

It was the sound of bushes and branches breaking.

At the edge of the open area, under the tranquil moonlight streaming down from above, a stout and robust figure had already been lurking in the shadows.

Black hooked claws sank deep into the soil, the sharp bird beak opened and closed silently, revealing jagged sharp teeth within.

A pair of avian cold eyes scanned the silent clearing, assessing until it confirmed no threats, the thickly furred bulky figure then leisurely stepped out of the shadows and into the field.

The massive body with solid muscle required it to consume a large amount of energy daily to satisfy its voracious cravings and maintain normal function.

The corpses on the field, though dead for not long, still had warm blood flowing from their wounds.

Even though it had earlier devoured quite a few animal carcasses, the strong smell of blood in the air still caused its belly to cramp, drool dribbling uncontrollably from its mouth.

Including the shredded meat inside "iron cans," half-elf, and original Beastman forms were torn and swallowed whole.

Not even sparing those two heads in the corner.

As adventurers, as intelligent beings living in society, the memories of countless nights and the relationships built with numerous souls on the journey of life...

All the rights and wrongs, grudges, release, betrayal, greed... everything.

After death, only the sound of gnawing and chewing echoed in the silent air, alongside bits of shredded meat on the meadow.

Gray mist drifted softly, the moonlight unchanged.

...

...

"Let me tell you, the one outside the village back then, wasn’t an ordinary Bear Goblin!"

In the bustling White Sparrow Tavern, a youth named "Abi" stood with one foot on a chair, holding a cup from which crystal clear liquid splashed onto his hand as he swayed while speaking.

"Those two arms of it, thicker than my waist! With a single swipe, you couldn’t even see the shadow before it slapped that poor villager’s head into its chest."

Already drunk, his face flushed red, and his tone grew louder.

"At that time, I wanted to run, but I thought about it, hic... Who were those two in front of me?"

"’Green Blood’ Adeline! ’Gray Sword’ Xia Nan!"

"If I ran, who in the town would ever take me seriously again!"

Seemingly reaching a point of passion, Abi raised his cup high, the veins on his neck bulging.

"One slash slaughtered the three goblins in front, charging straight toward the Bear Goblin..."

Intoxicated, consciousness blurred, losing balance; the right foot supporting him on the chair suddenly slipped.

"Hey!"

He fell backwards to the ground, alcohol mixed with mucus and tears smeared across his cheeks.

Roaring laughter erupted in the tavern instantly, the sounds of teasing, mocking, and ridicule filled his ears in moments.

Flushed with anger.

Abi struggled to stand up, intending to pick the loudest laugh and cover his humiliation with fists.

But just as he pushed himself up, his arms turned weak, slipping on his spilt drink on the floor.

Falling backwards once more without even getting up properly, his head hit the hard floor, a buzzing sound in his ears echoed, his consciousness blurring instantly.

"Creak."

The tavern door opened slightly, glaring sunlight from outside caused Abi to reflexively squint his eyes.

Still lying on the ground, he could only see a pair of sturdy boots stained with reddish-brown blood and a piece of light gray bone leg guard.

With the outside light casting into the room, the shadow of a body fell over Abi.

Unnoticed when, the laughter that filled his ears faded, leaving the atmosphere seemingly quiet, save for an extremely familiar male voice:

"Boss, order of cream mushroom soup!"