Chapter 15: Variation in Constitution

  A small firework brought Yang Fan an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and joy beyond compare.

  To know, if you want to cast a first-class spell like Fireball Technique, you need at least the cultivation of the Refining Qi stage.

  Yang Fan had just developed his Qi sense and hadn't yet entered the Refining Qi stage, but under the extraordinary Soul's intention, he very nimbly released a Fireball Technique.

  Just this point alone makes him much stronger than the half-baked cultivator "Eighth Uncle" was during his initial Qi Refining stage.

  Yang Fan glanced at the scorched mark on the lush tree, smiled slightly, stepped on the ground, relaxed his body and mind, and felt a thread of life energy wandering around him.

  He had just cast a fireball technique, which consumed at least a quarter of Yang Fan's magic.

  However, after he walked out of this forest, both his magical power and spiritual power had recovered to their peak state.

  "This recovery ability is terrifying..."

  Yang Fan felt a chill in his heart, such recovery ability was simply no different from taking ordinary spiritual pills.

  Imagine, with such a terrifying recovery ability, who among those of the same rank can rival Yang Fan.

  Although "Xian Hong Jue" is not a dedicated combat divine art, its astonishing recovery ability alone can suppress others of the same level.

  A quarter of his spiritual power, Yang Fan spent only ten breaths' worth of effort and fully recovered.

  "Is Xianhong Jue a wood-type qigong?"

  A doubt arose in Yang Fan's mind.

  In the basic five elements of Gongfa, the practitioners of the Wood system have the longest breath, and when fighting, their endurance is much stronger than that of the same level practitioners.

  At the same time, there are also various therapeutic techniques and magical powers in the wood-based Gongfa, which have certain advantages in hiding breath.

  In general, cultivators of Wood-type techniques tend to have a slightly longer lifespan than same-level cultivators of other types.

  "But at the time of my previous enlightenment, I distinctly felt that every blade of grass and every tree, every brick and every tile, all possessed a spiritual nature, which clearly transcended the category of ordinary wood-based skills."

  Yang Fan was ultimately unable to determine the specific properties of "Xianhong Jue".

  Perhaps when he has cultivated the entire set of skills to perfection, everything will become clear.

  As he walked onto the official road, Yang Fan turned his head and took a glance at that nameless forest, and a feeling arose in his heart.

  "Leaving 'Yangjiaopu', I should go home now."

  Yang Fan let out a light breath and walked along the main road towards Wuliuyi Town in the south of Yangjiabao.

  Along the way, I also met some scattered pedestrians.

  Most of these pedestrians were villagers from nearby villages who came to the market. When they saw Yang Fan, they just took a glance at him without any unusual expression.

  Yang Fan felt very strange. Yesterday when he walked out of Yangjia Village, wherever he went, he could hear people discussing and even pointing at him.

  "What's wrong with it?"

  To resolve the doubts in his heart, Yang Fan walked to a nearby quiet lake.

  Standing in front of the lake, Yang Fan saw a handsome and elegant man. His black hair was casually scattered, though messy, it gave people a warm and gentle feeling.

  "Is this me?"

  Yang Fan felt astonished, and that one head of white hair turned into black hair, let alone the temperament on his body underwent a tremendous change.

  "It won't do, returning home in this state will definitely arouse suspicion from those with ill intentions."

  Yang Fan secretly thought it was not good.

  Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and gathered his energy.

  With his movements, the lake water in front of him rippled with wave after wave of tiny waves.

  The special aura on Yang Fan's body was slowly converging, and his vitality was dwindling.

  At a certain moment, his face was still slightly pale, looking frail and weak.

  Yang Fan did not stop and the aura on his body underwent further changes.

  After a while, he became like a withered tree, devoid of any sign of life.

  At first glance, it's just like a dead person.

  Bang!

  Suddenly, Yang Fan's body stiffened like a piece of wood, lying on the ground with no blood in his face and cold skin.

  Could it be that he practiced a secret technique and accidentally lost his life?

  Half a time later, when the dawn sun on the horizon shone on Yang Fan's face, his body slowly began to move.

  His icy skin then began to regain its temperature, and some color returned to his face. His stiff body also relaxed.

  "It's really strange, this 'Kongfu of withered wood', I seem to have been born with it, and can use it generally, and actually learned it in one go."

  Yang Fan was shocked beyond words.

  Kong of withered wood, however, is not content from "旁门左道篇" (Unorthodox and Heretical Chapter), but rather a technique from "圣疗篇" (Sacred Healing Chapter).

  "Could it be... that I can quickly learn any spell from 'The Sacred Healing Chapter'?"

  Yang Fan then chose a crucial technique that could be cultivated in the current stage from "Holy Healing Chapter", Rain and Dew Technique.

  Yulü therapy can cure general trauma and has a greater effect on wounds.

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  As expected, this Rain and Dew Technique was not beyond Yang Fan's expectations. He grasped it in a short while and learned about 30-40% of its fire timing.

  Then he spread out his palm, and a thin mist that was invisible to the naked eye sprayed into the air, making people feel refreshed and invigorated, beyond words.

  Restricted by the law of power and fire, although it has become a rain and dew technique, no rain or dew can be seen. Even if the cultivator uses the "Spirit Eye Technique", they can only see a layer of light green mist.

  What's the effect of this "Rain and Dew Technique"?

  Yang Fan's heart was filled with anticipation, for this was one of the important techniques in the Xianhong Jue.

  He then bit his left index finger and cast Rain of Petals with his right hand.

  At this moment, an incredible scene appeared:

  Yang Fang had just bitten his finger, the skin cracked, and the blood hadn't even spilled out yet when the wound healed.

  After Yang Fan's Rain Dew Technique was successfully applied to his right hand, the wound had already healed.

  Yang Fan couldn't help but pause for a moment, still able to feel the coolness flowing from that finger.

  Such a scene was simply beyond Yang Fan's cognitive range.

  It is said that some powerful beings or fierce divine beasts in legend possess indestructible bodies, impervious to swords and guns. Even if they are wounded, their injuries can heal instantly.

  "It turns out... Not only is the recovery speed of magical powers fast, but even wounds have such a terrifying recovery speed."

  Yang Fan felt more and more the horror of "Xianhong Jue".

  It's even beyond terrifying, it can't be described as terror, calling it perverted is not an exaggeration.

  Overnight, Yang Fan's physique underwent a heaven-shaking and earth-shattering change.

  His physical strength, speed, agility and other aspects did not change much, but only his recovery speed reached a level that even Yang himself felt was terrifying.

  Wow!

  Yang Fan took a deep breath, wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead, and once again used "Kumu Gong" to restore the aura around him to a very ordinary level.

  He thought for a moment and then adjusted his state downwards, making himself look slightly weak.

  "Hmm, it's like this, almost..."

  Yang Fan looked at himself in the mirror-like lake water and was very satisfied. For the first time, he found that he also had a bit of narcissism.

  The Yang Fan in the mirror, although slightly weak, but paired with his handsome appearance, has a kind of bookish temperament.

  Back on the main road, pedestrians saw Yang Fan and still seemed unsurprised.

  There was an old woman who, upon seeing Yang Fan, had her originally dull eyes suddenly light up, and couldn't help but say: "What a handsome young man, only he looks a bit weak."

  She immediately said with a regretful face: "Alas, nowadays young people are so young and have been drained of their vitality by women."

  Yang Fan's hearing was excellent, and from a distance, he heard the old woman's words, almost tripping over the stones under his feet.

  In terms of beauty, Yang Fan has been suppressed by an iron-like force for eighteen years.

  As a first-rate talent, Yangjiabao has countless beautiful women who secretly cast amorous glances at him.

  However, Yang Fan is still a virgin until now.

  It's not because he didn't have such desires, but rather that he didn't want to be distracted from his cultivation by beauty.

  When Yang Fan heard the old woman's words, he was speechless in his heart, but he couldn't help thinking: "My physique has undergone a mutation, and my recovery ability is so strong. In that aspect, my endurance shouldn't be bad, right?"

  At this point, Yang Fan, an eighteen-year-old virgin, had his heart, which had been suppressed for many years, thumping a few times.

  Yang Fan hurried all the way without stopping, still full of energy and spirit.

  When the sun sets in the west, a willow forest appears in front of you.

  Under the slanting rays of the setting sun, a quiet and peaceful little town appeared in Yang Fan's line of sight.

  His eyes reddened slightly, and tears fell as he sighed softly: "Wu Liu Town, my home, I've finally arrived..."

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