Chapter 228: One Palm to the Soul!

“Heh. So the boss of the organization is a bald woman.”

“It would be such a waste not to tattoo a saw blade onto a head that shiny.”

Tony had always possessed a venomous tongue, and he did not hesitate to make fun of her.

Deadpool glanced sideways at him before silently taking several steps away.

Everyone knew that Sorcerer Supremes could be extremely petty—especially a certain one whose surname was Strange.

He did not know what the Sorcerer Supreme of this world was like, but it was better to remain cautious.

Otherwise, if some future video exposed this conversation, they might both end up dead.

Inside a side hall.

The Ancient One did not seem to mind. A calm smile remained on her face as she said,

“Mr. Strange, hello.”

“Not ‘Mister.’ Doctor.”

Strange raised his cup and took a sip of tea to ease the awkwardness while making one final display of stubbornness.

Hearing this, the Ancient One glanced at his hands and calmly replied,

“You are no longer a doctor. That is why you came here.”

“As for your hands, you have already undergone seven operations, haven’t you?”

Strange turned and glanced at Mordo, wondering whether the man had investigated him and told her.

However, none of that mattered.

He hurriedly asked,

“I heard you once healed a man named Pangborn who had suffered a spinal injury?”

“In a manner of speaking,” the Ancient One replied while pouring tea.

Hearing that answer, Strange immediately became excited and asked eagerly,

“How did you repair the completely damaged spinal cord between the C7 and C8 vertebrae?”

Outside the screen, Strange was equally nervous.

The answer would determine whether he could ever return to being a doctor.

If he could not…

Heh.

Then he would fight that bald old woman to the death!

“I did not heal him.”

The Ancient One answered with complete sincerity,

“He could not walk. I convinced him that he could.”

Confusion appeared in Strange’s eyes.

“You mean psychotherapy?”

He had heard of such treatment before, but this result seemed far too effective.

The Ancient One did not answer. Instead, she asked,

“When you reconnect a damaged nerve, are you healing it, or is the body healing itself?”

“The cells are!” Strange replied with absolute certainty.

The Ancient One smiled.

“Cells only recover according to their own unique nature.”

“But what if I told you that the body could be persuaded to heal itself in countless different ways?”

Strange immediately became excited.

“Are you talking about cellular regeneration? That is an extremely advanced field of medicine!”

“Oh, I understand. You conduct your research here because you are beyond the supervision of medical authorities!”

“You must have discovered a way to make nerve cells repair and regenerate themselves!”

After speaking, he stared expectantly at the Ancient One.

X-Men World.

Hearing those advanced medical terms, Beast revealed an expectant expression.

If he could learn even a little from this method, perhaps the Professor might be able to stand again.

Not only would that greatly improve the morale of the school, but their relationship with Magneto’s faction might also ease.

Come to think of it, this magic sounded rather scientific—

“No, Mr. Strange. I have not.”

The Ancient One revealed a meaningful smile.

“But I do know how to use the spirit to heal the body more effectively.”

Strange froze. No matter what he had imagined, he had never expected such an answer.

Then the Ancient One picked up what appeared to be an artificially aged “spellbook” and opened it. She pointed to illustrations depicting an inner world, along with images of the soul that resembled MRI scans.

At that moment, Strange completely broke down!

He had spent his entire fortune only to find a fraud!?

“A fraud!?”

Constantine shouted,

“Is this Strange guy a complete idiot?”

After cursing, he stared feverishly at the illustrations in the Ancient One’s open book!

The astonishing realism of the astral-body diagram was already impressive.

But the true focus was the first illustration depicting the inner world of the human body!

It showed the circulation pathways of the seven chakras and the manner in which their energy manifested.

It would be extraordinarily useful for cultivating and strengthening the soul!

But…

He could not obtain it!

At this moment, Constantine was nearly driven mad with jealousy. In his heart, he cursed Strange and his entire family more than a dozen times!

Harry Potter World.

Paris, Champs-Élysées.

Inside an old-fashioned apartment, Grindelwald tilted his head slightly before revealing a satisfied smile.

That diagram of the soul…

It was quite good.

What kind of garbage was all this!?

At this moment, Strange’s eyes were filled with despair. He glared angrily at the Ancient One and shouted,

“I crossed half the world, and now you’re telling me that healing depends on faith!?”

He could not accept this result. His final path of retreat had been severed!

The Ancient One merely replied calmly,

“The world is opening itself to you, yet you are rejecting the possibility.”

Hearing this, Strange felt even more insulted!

He strode toward the Ancient One and shouted furiously,

“I reject it because I don’t believe in myths about chakras or spiritual power!”

“And this world…”

“It is material! Souls do not exist! You are nothing more than a fraud—an insignificant speck of dust within this universe!”

Outside the screen!

Watching Strange roar madly until his saliva nearly landed on the Ancient One’s bald head, Odin revealed a deeply shocked expression!

This was the bravest human he had ever seen!

It was simply madness!

And Strange was not finished yet…

The more Strange spoke, the angrier he became, as though he had decided to abandon all restraint.

“You think you have seen through me, don’t you?”

“But the truth is that I have already seen through you!”

As he spoke, he angrily raised his hand and attempted to point at the infuriating woman before him!

However, before he could touch her, she seized his finger and thrust her palm forward!

Bang!

In an instant, space seemed to tremble, and the entire world became strangely slow.

Strange, who refused to believe that souls existed, had his astral form knocked out of his body with a single palm!

He stared at his own physical body in absolute disbelief!