Chapter 75 Preparations

~Bam

Dorian fell to the ground in one swoop, as the pain he had been holding back now corroded his body mercilessly.

Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.

Dorian's entire face turned red and began trembling as if he was about to have a seizure.

The entire scene was jaw-dropping, to say the least.

And If those on the other side of the wall saw Dorian now, they would no doubt be shocked and panicked as well.

What the hell was going on here?

Pff~

Dorian sprayed a mouthful of blood while curling up like a ball on the floor.

"Master... Master, let me help you up," Pandrol, the guardian man-lion, said with worry in his tone.

Without wasting down, he placed his master's arm over his shoulder and supported his master up.

Dorian's breathing grew boarded, with every breath sounding heavier than the last.

~Wooo~~Wooo~~Wooo~

Pandrol's face grew pale when he saw his master's condition hastened his movements.

With Dorian's arms over his shoulder, he hastened his pace, taking Dorian to one of the rooms.

And as they left, the blood on the floor quickly vanished, as if it were never there in the first place.

Dorian's eyes spun in different directions, with countless beads of sweat now forming on his face.

Earlier, he had used his internal energy to control and stabilize his injuries.

The others didn't know it, but he had been in unbearable discomfort ever since the battle ended.

This was the real reason why he came back.

There was no way he could help or rescue anyone in his condition.

He took deep breaths while looking at the half-lion Guardian beside him: "Pandrol... Bloodmoon demon."

Boom!

10 minutes, 30 minutes... 1 hour 10 minutes passed on in a blink of an eye, before his expression finally eased up.

~Thip. Thip. Thip.~~

Water dripped from his body as he calmly stood up from the tub and stepped out to a nearby Dorian shower to rinse off any yucky residue on him.

You know, while absorbing the medical properties, his body had also been dispelling the flocked up blood in his body from his internal injuries.

So the water ended up looking reddish-black instead, with a foul stench coming from it too.

Dorian showered briefly before dressing up and heading to the training room.

He sat cross-legged and first checked his body.

'Luckily, I only got hurt because I overused my strength, resulting in a backlash. If I had let that demon injured me in the slightest, there would be no way for me to heal this much of my injuries in such little time.'

At present, he had only healed up 80% of his injuries, which shouldn't be an issue for what he was about to do tonight.

That said, now, he wanted to cultivate for another 15~20 minutes to replenish his spirit and strength a little more.

As one would recall, the space here had a qi-gathering formation that would provide far more bountiful qi when compared to the situation outside.

So this short time here might seem like nothing, but it was far more precious than cultivation outside.

Dorian looked at Pandrol calmly: "Get everything ready for the job... This includes... Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah~..."

Pandrol listened like a robot, not missing a single detail, before going down one-bent knee before Dorian.

"Master! This humble one will do as you've requested."

"Good."

With that, Pandrol dashed off, only leaving behind after-images of himself.

Dorian looked at his leaving silhouette and squinted his eyes coldly.

He was disappointed in himself and his rank.

Today's matter must never repeat itself!

'System... How far am I from leaving this No-rank exorcism title?'

'Host. Good news... The Bloodmoon demon you personally exorcised did give you a good boost. And now, you're shy of 15 points to advance. So finding 3 lower level Evil spirits would do the trick.'

'Hmmm...'

Dorian closed his eyes yet again and now focused on improving his strength.

Soon, he would leave this bloody no-rank title once and for all!