Chapter 417 - 306: Root of Magic, Medical Tentacle

Chapter 417: Chapter 306: Root of Magic, Medical Tentacle

"So, you want to transfer your Magic to me?" Wu Liangchen asked immediately after Yuan Mingfei finished speaking.

"You could put it that way," Yuan Mingfei said with a nod, then continued.

"It’s the only way right now. Ever since I forcibly drove away the Sea Siren in the Sea of Mists that day, my root of Magic has been severely damaged. It still hasn’t recovered."

"This is partly due to my own lack of strength, but more importantly, it’s because my Qi and Blood are insufficient to nourish the root of Magic."

"But your Qi and Blood are abundant, which can speed up its recovery. When the time comes, I’ll transfer it back, and my power will be restored."

At this point, as if afraid Wu Liangchen would misunderstand, Yuan Mingfei hurriedly explained.

"Don’t worry. Aside from consuming some of your Qi and Blood, this won’t harm you at all. In fact, because the root of Magic will be transferred to you, you’ll have absolute control over it. If you decide not to give it back, I’d be completely powerless to resist."

Gazing at Yuan Mingfei’s earnest expression, Wu Liangchen fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

"Two questions."

"Please, ask!"

"First, even if you recover completely, with your strength and status, can you really persuade Xue Zhanhu to call off his attack?"

"Second, you said it yourself: if the root of Magic is transplanted into me and I refuse to return it, you’d be helpless. So why would you take such a risk?"

Yuan Mingfei took a deep breath and explained, "Good questions. I’ll answer the first one. It’s true that with my current strength and status, Xue Zhanhu probably doesn’t give me a second thought. But don’t forget, my master is Luo Qifeng, the renowned level-five Mystic of Qing Province."

"Although my master has gone missing, his reputation still carries weight. As long as I have enough power to protect myself, the Navigator’s Merchant Guild won’t dare to touch me. Then I’ll pull some strings, use my connections to win over a few powerful Mystics, and even Xue Zhanhu will have to think twice."

"I can even find a way to handle the Sun family for you. It’s just a matter of paying the right price. I refuse to believe there’s any problem in this world that Alliance Points can’t solve," Yuan Mingfei said, brimming with confidence.

"As for your second question, that’s even simpler. You and I are in the same boat now. I believe someone with your insight wouldn’t do something like that. Trust has become a rare commodity in the Alliance these days, but I still choose to trust you."

As he finished, Yuan Mingfei’s expression was sincere. Seeing that Wu Liangchen remained silent, he gritted his teeth and solemnly pulled something out from his clothes.

"And this. This is another reason I’m so eager to recover my strength. With this, I can withstand an attack even from Xue Zhanhu."

What Yuan Mingfei took out was an exquisitely shaped horn, like a conch shell. Its surface was engraved with dense, innumerable patterns.

"This is a wondrous object my master left me, called the Dragon-Taming Horn. That day in the Sea of Mists, this is what I used to scare off the tentacled Sea Siren."

"With my current strength, I can only barely use it once, and only when I’m at my peak. Afterward, I fall into a long period of weakness. Even so, its power is immense. I’m sure you saw what happened that day," Yuan Mingfei said, not without a hint of pride.

Wu Liangchen was completely captivated by this small, exquisite, and mysterious conch horn.

The patterns on it seemed chaotic at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they appeared to hold a strange rhythm that drew one in, making it hard to look away.

Seeming to notice Wu Liangchen’s curiosity, Yuan Mingfei gritted his teeth and, with a pained expression, handed it over.

"You can hold onto this for now, too. That should put your mind at ease, right?"

Wu Liangchen didn’t stand on ceremony. He reached out and took the conch horn. The moment it was in his hand, he felt its weight. If he focused, it almost seemed like he could hear the sound of ocean waves from within it.

"Alright. I’ll trust you this once. When do we start?"

"We can start right now. Just give me a moment to prepare," Yuan Mingfei said, letting out a long sigh of relief when he saw Wu Liangchen finally nod in agreement.

The two of them first washed up and changed into clean clothes.

Then, Yuan Mingfei retrieved a silver case from a cabinet. After he entered a long password, a CLICK sounded from within, and the case slowly opened.

Inside was an extremely precise mechanical tentacle, placed next to medical supplies like syringes.

"This is a medical tentacle we Mystics often use. In emergencies, it can perform simple surgery for us. We’ll need it for the transfer of the root of Magic."

With that, Yuan Mingfei lay face down on the nearby bed. He looked back at Wu Liangchen and said, "In a moment, after the root of Magic is removed from me, it will be transferred to you. Don’t be nervous. It will be over quickly."

"Alright!" Wu Liangchen nodded.

He was also curious to see how this so-called medical tentacle worked.

Just then, Yuan Mingfei lightly pressed a button beside his hand. A RUMBLING sound came from the silver case, and the medical tentacle immediately sprang to life, swaying from side to side.

At the same time, a cold, synthesized mechanical voice began to echo through the room.

"Running self-diagnostics... Self-diagnostics complete. Checking equipment status... Warning: surgical components missing. Only basic medical functions available."