A Mortal’s Medicinal Elixirs

Chapter 138 Left Guardian

“What’s that?” William knew a bit about medicine, but he had never heard of any body–tempering technique.

“It’s something the Perouvians came up with. It allows them to strengthen their bodies to an extreme degree. Back in the days of the Rosvlen Empire, only the top nobles had the privilege to master this.”

Interested, William asked, “So the Perouvians have their take on martial arts too?”

Miquella smiled. “Don’t underestimate anyone, lad. Every race has its own specialty. Not only do the Perouvians have body–tempering skills, but they also have skills that can temper the mind. They too have Warrior Kings and Martial Gods among them.” Solemnly, he said, “If you ever run into any Perouvian fighters, do not underestimate them,”

“I understand.” William nodded.

Miquella taught him the technique. There were twelve sets of movements, each corresponding to two hours. William would have to change sets every two hours, and there was a mnemonic to go with it too.

William had great visual memory, and he memorized the whole thing after seeing it twice. He then started practicing and infusing the mnemonic into it too. He started looking inside himself and realized that these movements were actually pretty hard the moment he started practicing them. If it weren’t for the Holy Fist, he couldn’t have easily pulled these movements off.

When he practiced the moves, he realized that some of his Qi would flow into a part of his body by force and strengthen the meridians. Whoa. This thing is more than meets the eye. It’s already showing effect.

It only took William an hour to learn all twelve sets, much to Miquella’s surprise. Back in his days, it took him days to do that. He’s at least a few dozen times faster than I was, Miquella looked at the time. “It’s time to go to Deadgod Temple.”

William nodded, and he drove them to the temple. Deadgod Temple was an ancient temple in Halivaara. It was closed down a few years ago for renovation, so no one was ever here.

A middle–aged man was in the temple, sitting in a chair in the main hall. Standing behind him was the statue of a deity.

A young man in his thirties stood before him, and he respectfully said, “Left Guardian, the one we have to fight today is a Divine Realm Master. I need your help in case he beats me.”

The middle–aged man said, “You did the right thing, Mr. Yansten. Being prepared for a foe you know nothing about is important.”

Mr. Yansten looked at the time. “They’re almost here.”

the air, and two men walked into the temple. Mr. Yansten sneered and exited the hall, then stared at William. “So, you’re

one who called

said darkly, “You have guts, I’ll give you that. And you even brought

but a Divine Realm Master. He wasn’t worth Miquella’s time.

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both of us?” William stepped ahead. “Going after my

Your mother and sister will

Yansten. Shocked, he quickly moved back, barely evading the deadly kick, but then William’s first rained down on him. The Holy Fists slammed into Mr. Yansten like bullets,

arms felt like they were filled with lead, and

and looked at Mr. Yansten as if he was

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still wary of his enemy, but he said, “You’re a decent fighter, but

too sure about that,” said William.

matter how powerful you are,

counting. “One, two….”

“What are you doing?”

“Five, six, seven

difficulty breathing. He was even starting to cough. “What did you

know what that means,” said

Yansten shouted, “Save me, Guardian!”

stared at Miquella as if he had seen a ghost. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he started to shiver.

“Your master is the Black Misfortune, I

gulped. “Yes, and I am George Letsam, Left

guys are getting bolder.

“This is a misunderstanding. We wouldn’t have done that if we

change the fact you attacked his family,

he said, “If you know my master, then can you have