Martial Master

“I fing…” After the High Priest arrived, he looked at Mo Li, who lay there like a piece of wood, neither good nor bad, and his eyelids twitched violently. He felt that this man before him was somewhat sinister.

As the person in the tribe who understood pharmacology the most, he could naturally tell how serious Mo Li's injuries were. Even the cockroach spirit beast, which was known for its toughness in the abyss, should have been as good as dead with such severe injuries.

But the man in front of him made the High Priest's eyelids twitch uncontrollably, only making him feel a sense of wickedness.

“Hmm, this child has emerged suddenly, entering the belly of a beast and not dying. He must have something special about him. Since Miss Youli brought him back, his condition is stagnant yet he remains alive. Perhaps this is our tribe's opportunity, or it might also be the fortune that Miss Youli herself has attracted. If he can resurrect from death, it may change his fate,” the High Priest stroked his beard, contemplating as he spoke, appearing somewhat mystical.

He dared not make reckless statements, only providing vague explanations. Otherwise, if Mo Li did not die later on, he would lose all his dignity.

“Change my fate?” At that moment, the girl referred to as Miss Youli suddenly murmured.

“High Priest, can this person really change my fate?” Miss Youli looked at the High Priest, her normally calm eyes filled with an indescribable hope.

Not good!

Upon hearing this, the Priest's eyelids twitched again, looking at the woman with black patterns on her face, “I spoke too soon; now this is troublesome.”

This girl was originally the daughter of the tribe leader, but unfortunately, fate was cruel, and she had little time left to live. Even an exceptional descendant of the abyss like her could not change her own fate.

His previous words clearly stirred her deepest hopes.

“This…” The High Priest hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, “That is natural. If this person can truly resurrect from such injuries, Miss Youli, you too can escape this dire situation; heaven does not completely close its doors on people.”

“Great! That means the Miss won't have to be sent to the devouring realm core for sacrifice!” Xiao Pu exclaimed excitedly.

“This… is just a possibility,” the High Priest hurriedly intervened.

“Devouring realm core? What kind of place is that?” Although Mo Li could not move, his consciousness was still intact. Listening to their conversation, he instantly realized that this was likely an important location.

Hmm!

At least he now knew where he was. However, the girl who saved him, Miss Youli, was to be sent for some sacrifice to this devouring realm core. What did that mean?

Mo Li was confused, but at the moment, he only wanted to recover his powers and did not want to think too much about it.

“Miss Youli, although your fate remains uncertain, today is your day of baptism. Do not forget, I will send someone to call for you later,” the High Priest said before leaving, unable to resist turning back.

“High Priest, why do you say the Miss can escape this dire situation and yet still need to undergo baptism? That… sounds too painful,” Xiao Pu said, her face pale and trembling.

“Alas, the baptism cannot be stopped. If the devouring realm takes offense, we cannot bear the consequences,” the High Priest said bitterly.

“But the baptism is too painful! Look at the Miss's face…” Xiao Pu said, worriedly.

“Xiao Pu, stop talking,” Miss Youli raised her head and said, “The High Priest is right, our fates are beyond our control. For the sake of the tribe, High Priest, please go now.”

Miss Youli's once bright eyes dimmed slightly as she turned to leave with the High Priest, and the others present sighed as they departed.

After watching Miss Youli leave, Xiao Pu sobbed softly for a while before resuming her task of preparing medicine for Mo Li.

“Strange person, strange person! The High Priest said you can change the Miss's fate. You must not die! If you die and harm the Miss, I, Xiao Pu, will not let you off even as a ghost,” Xiao Pu said while feeding medicine to Mo Li, murmuring.