Chapter 8: My Left Arm Is About to Explode
Yu Tianlin's right short sword struck the Thunder Hell Prison Vine, but surprisingly, it did not cut it in two.
This seemingly slender "bamboo shoot" was unexpectedly tough, but even so, it did not matter.
At that moment, Yu Tianlin's left short sword also cleaved through the lightning ball in front of him, then slashed at the other side of the Thunder Hell Prison Vine.
Hit on both sides at once, the Thunder Hell Prison Vine shuddered violently before finally being cut apart by Yu Tianlin.
As the upper half of the Thunder Hell Prison Vine collapsed limply to the ground, a white halo slowly formed. Its appearance meant the spirit beast was truly dead.
The faint yellow glow beneath the white spirit ring proved that the Thunder Hell Prison Vine's cultivation was indeed extremely close to the hundred year level.
"So why bother? You should have just let me leave. Why try to kill me? In the end, I killed you instead. All your years of effort were wasted in a single day."
Looking at the white spirit ring floating before him, Yu Tianlin could not help but sigh.
However, he didn't notice that although the last lightning ball he split had burst apart, it did not fully dissipate. Instead, the scattered lightning quietly seeped into his left arm.
"We're already at the canyon's exit. Let's wait for Uncle Jian here." Yu Tianlin looked around and muttered, "I wonder when Uncle Jian will come out."
Suddenly, a sharp pain surged through his left arm, followed by an uncontrollable twitch.
"Huh? What is going on?"
Yu Tianlin's expression changed as he lowered his head to examine his left arm. From the outside, it looked completely normal, showing no abnormalities at all.
But right now, normal meant something was very wrong.
He tried channeling spirit power into his left arm, but the moment he did, a flash of lightning swept across the limb and instantly scattered his spirit power.
"That is lightning."
Yu Tianlin was stunned for a moment but soon understood.
As a top-tier plant type spirit beast, the Thunder Hell Prison Vine had innate intelligence. After Yu Tianlin first split the lightning ball, it realized explosive attacks were ineffective against him. When Yu Tianlin approached, its second lightning ball had not been explosive at all, but corrosive.
Damn, I was careless. My left arm is being eroded by lightning. This is troublesome. But no matter what, I have to deal with it.
After understanding the cause, Yu Tianlin quickly began emergency measures.
First, he kept his Martial Spirit activated to increase lightning resistance. Then, he used spirit power to seal the area around his left shoulder to keep the lightning from spreading.
After completing these steps, Yu Tianlin once again pushed his spirit power into his left arm, trying to suppress and expel the lightning eating away at it.
Lightning flashed repeatedly across Yu Tianlin's left arm, but he endured the numbness and spasms, pressing down even harder with his spirit power.
His efforts had some effect. The lightning weakened noticeably. However, the remaining lightning clung stubbornly to his bones like a parasite. No matter how much spirit power Yu Tianlin exerted, he could no longer force it out.
"No, my spirit power level is too low. I can only suppress part of it, not remove it completely."
Yu Tianlin gritted his teeth. He could feel that although his spirit power was pushing against the lightning, some of it was being assimilated. The assimilation was slow but continuous. Between pushing it back and losing spirit power, the lightning in his left arm remained at a dangerous level.
I can only hold on for now. As long as Uncle Yu Jian comes back, his powerful Spirit King level spirit power will fix this easily.
Yu Tianlin kept channeling spirit power, resisting the lightning in his left arm.
But after nearly ten minutes, two thirds of his spirit power was already gone, and Yu Jian still had not appeared.
My dear Uncle Yu Jian, if you don't come back soon, my left arm is going to explode!
As his spirit power thinned, Yu Tianlin could no longer suppress the lightning in his left arm and could only barely hold it at the shoulder to stop it from spreading.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"
Yu Tianlin's entire left arm was now consumed by lightning. Bolts flickered wildly, and his muscles spasmed uncontrollably. If this continued, the arm would be completely ruined.
Yu Tianlin knew he could no longer rely on Yu Jian. He had to think of something himself.
Covered in cold sweat from the pain, he narrowed his eyes and looked around, his gaze eventually landing on the white yellow spirit ring.
A thought flashed in his mind.
The lightning corroding my left arm came from the Thunder Hell Prison Vine. If I absorb its spirit ring, wouldn't the problem be solved?
But there was an issue.
The Thunder Hell Prison Vine is not a dragon type spirit beast. Absorbing its spirit ring will affect my future dragon transformation. And its cultivation level hasn't even reached one hundred years, so it is far too weak.
As Yu Tianlin hesitated, another surge of lightning exploded inside his left arm, nearly making him scream.
I have no choice. I can only absorb this spirit ring. Although it's white, it's only my first spirit ring, and it's missing less than three hundred years. If I make the next few spirit rings close to the limit, I can make up for it.
As for the dragon transformation issue, I will ask Grandpa later. There should be a way to fix it.
Once he made up his mind, Yu Tianlin stopped hesitating. He stood up, staggered toward the white spirit ring of the Thunder Hell Prison Vine, sat cross-legged, and began to guide it.
Pulled by his spirit power, the white spirit ring drifted toward Yu Tianlin and attached directly to him.
Yu Tianlin immediately felt a violent force rushing into his body, spreading through his limbs and bones.
The lightning tormenting his left arm was wiped out instantly by this overwhelming spirit power.
It's finally done.
Feeling the change, Yu Tianlin let out a breath and began converting the Thunder Hell Prison Vine's spirit ring energy into his own spirit power.
From the outside, his swollen left arm slowly returned to normal, and the lightning pattern between his brows glowed with a pale blue light.
As Yu Tianlin focused on absorbing the spirit ring, a black crack about three feet long suddenly appeared in front of him. A bolt of lightning shot out from the crack, circled Yu Tianlin twice, then rushed directly into the lightning mark on his forehead.
A strand of blue purple hair slowly grew atop Yu Tianlin's head. Unlike his other black hair, which fell smoothly, this strand stood straight up.
This type of hair was best described with two words: ahoge, or cowlick.
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