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"Permanent?"
How could that be possible! If it were permanent, it wouldn't be called success; it would just be for a period of time. This method, while radical, has been simulated in my mind hundreds of thousands of times. I have tried my best to minimize the harm; originally, the side effects wouldn't last too long.
Misha is anxious and insists on confronting Wisdom Supreme in this battle. I can only do my best to cooperate, inserting some silver needles into his critical acupoints.
"How long will the side effects last?"
According to the plan, after accepting the bloodline, he would fall into a deep sleep for several days to adapt to the shock of the bloodline. When he wakes up, the side effects should mostly disappear within a month.
However, he has skipped the sleeping step. If he suffers serious injuries during the fight, the duration will definitely be prolonged. Under my medical care, it should last no more than one month at most.
This is just Old Vine's guess; Sang Qingxiao begins to consider worse possibilities in his heart.
On stage, Misha's entrance puts pressure back on Wisdom Supreme. Seeing Misha's red eyes, Wisdom Supreme focuses entirely on him. Even though Yong Huai and Li Cu are constantly attacking from the sides, as long as they don't interfere with his fight against Misha, he ignores them and allows his wounds to multiply.
This reckless fighting style is extremely destructive. The carefully decorated Lecture Platform can no longer withstand it and collapses completely. A few people continue to fight amidst the ruins, embodying a sense of relentless struggle.
Just when the situation becomes tense, the beads hanging around Misha's neck suddenly snap, scattering across the ground. Only the Nine Relics begin to revolve around Misha and Wisdom Supreme.
Misha seems to sense something and momentarily loses focus, almost getting hit by Wisdom Supreme; it is Sarira who blocks it for him.
At this moment, Misha suddenly stops his hands and sits cross-legged in response to Wisdom Supreme's attack, beginning to chant a Sutra.
As he recites the Sutra, Wisdom Supreme's attacks become restrained at that moment; he cannot bring himself to strike. He lets out a furious roar towards the sky in the language of demons.
Huo Qi helps translate: "Wulian! You are already dead yet still protect this monster! Open your eyes and see what he has done to me!"
Sarira sighs at this point, spinning rapidly around Wisdom Supreme. After a while, it slows down again and then sighs once more, conveying an air of helplessness.
Misha then cries out, "Master, please save my junior brother! He has been forcibly transformed into a Half-Demon by Wisdom Supreme."
Now that the Qilin Bloodline has been stripped away, certain injuries to his body are irreversible. Seeing him lying on the bed with shallow breaths fills me with guilt; I wish I could trade my life for his.
Wisdom Supreme roars back, "Then go die! Why didn't you die sooner? If you had died earlier, none of this would have happened! All of Puzhao Temple's troubles stem from you!"
Both sides hold their ground; Misha feels even more guilt and self-blame, thoughts of death intensifying. Sarira seems to sense this urgency and quickly flies to Misha's side without hesitation, rushing into his body.
In an instant, Misha radiates a sacred Buddhist light. Under this illumination, Wisdom Supreme gradually calms down as he sits cross-legged opposite Misha.
The hatred in his eyes towards Misha slowly transforms into avoidance and despair. He realizes that his outward appearance reflects his inner turmoil—he feels disgusted and ugly at himself for how he has acted.
Memories of the past resurfaced in his mind, but this time they were interpreted through a different lens.
It turned out that even when he was still young, he had been envious of Wulian, which led him to commit many wrongdoings. Later, he became jealous again when Wulian took on a talented disciple.
Thus, the root of all his sins lay within himself. Under the radiant light of enlightenment, Wisdom Supreme saw everything clearly and returned to his original heart, realizing the depth of his own transgressions. He raised his palm, a bitter smile on his face, and brought it down heavily upon the top of his head.
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