Tang San placed one hand on the master's chest, and with a surge of internal energy from his newly upgraded Xuan Tian cultivation, he used his left hand to seal off the four meridians at the master's chest, preventing the toxic air from spreading. At the same time, his right hand began to gently massage the master's chest, using his internal energy to stimulate the flow of blood and Qi in the master's body, slowly forcing the toxins to gather in one place.

  Xuantian Gong, as the highest internal skill of the Tangmen, has a very strong detoxifying effect in itself. It is not a fierce and violent internal force, but it is extremely delicate, like silk threads deeply entering the master's body, striving to leave no trace behind.

  Undoing the master's robe, Tang San carefully observed the black energy on the master's body. Under the effect of the Xuantian skill, the black energy gradually gathered together and flowed towards the master's right arm. At this time, Tang San still had not untied the bandage on the master's arm.

  The venom flowed out, the master's swollen arm gradually retracted, and the color of his skin also returned to normal. The master's face showed a painful expression, and he began to moan in agony.

  As the dark purple blood gradually flowed out, fresh red blood began to appear, and Master's arm had also turned somewhat pale. Tang San then lifted up the bandage on Master's arm, using his internal energy to rapidly expel the remaining toxins all at once, before quickly sealing off the blood vessels in Master's arm, tearing off a few strips of cloth from his own body to wrap around the wound.

  He didn't rush to untie the bandage on the master's arm because he was afraid that the master would bleed too much, after all, he had been poisoned for quite some time.

  The detoxification was complete, and Tang San's face was also covered in sweat. Although the Xuan Tian Gong had entered its second stage, it still couldn't be considered powerful. Using internal energy to assist in driving out the poison was the most exhausting for both internal energy and jīng power. The sense of strength brought about by absorbing the soul ring had also become somewhat weak at this point.

  Tang San used clear water to help the master clean his arm, then covered up the small pit filled with toxic blood with soil. Only then was all the work considered complete.

  Next, the master was unconscious for three whole days, during which he kept having a high fever. Tang San could only give him some water every day. In order to let the master's body supplement some nutrition, he even cut down a tree trunk and made a small pot, using the dried meat brought with him to boil some broth in clear water. Since this was the Hunting Soul Forest, Tang San didn't dare take one step away from the master.

  Fortunately, their luck was still pretty good. Although there were occasional soul beasts passing by here, most of them were ten-year-old soul beasts, and their attacking nature wasn't strong either, which didn't bring much trouble to Tang San.

  "What's going on?" When the master came to, it was already noon of the fourth day.

  His weak body couldn't exert any strength, the master only felt a dizzying sensation in front of his eyes, the spinning sky and earth made him lose direction, even lifting his hand was very strenuous.

  "Teacher, you're awake." Tang San hastily moved closer to the master and transmitted a stream of pure internal energy into the master's body.

  With the help of Xuantian Gong, the master's jing shen was stirred up a bit, and his eyes finally gradually focused.

  "Little Three, I'm still alive?" The Master looked at Tang San beside him with some surprise.

  Tang San nodded and said: "Teacher, you're doing well. However, this time you'll probably need to rest for a very long time."

  The master reluctantly turned his head and looked at his right arm, "Was it you who saved me?"

  Tang San rubbed his head and said, "When I was young, my dad taught me some simple methods to treat poisoning. At that time, you were unconscious, so I could only try it out. Trying is always better than nothing, after all, a dead horse can still be used as a doctor."

  "Without regard for age, some even say that the teacher is a horse?" The master squeezed out a faint smile, of course, his already stiff face now pale, this smile was even uglier than crying.

  Living is always a wonderful thing, even if it's a master who has dedicated his life to the study of martial arts with an arrogant attitude.

  Tang San chuckled and said, "Teacher, you rest for a while first. I'll get you some hot meat soup. When you wake up, after resting for a few more hours, you can eat something light. We should also leave the Hunting Soul Forest early, the environment here is too poor, the air is quite humid, which isn't good for your wound's recovery."

  The master seemed to suddenly remember something, "Xiao San, did you succeed?" For him, his own research theory was even more important than life itself.

  Tang San smiled and said: "Teacher, don't worry. I succeeded. Look."

  As he spoke, Tang San raised his right hand, and a faint white glow appeared on the surface of his skin. Immediately following that, deep blue Blue Silver Grass burst forth from his palm. A clear yellow light ring rose up from under his feet, revolving around his body in an upward spiral motion. This was indeed one of the distinctive characteristics of a Soul Ring Master.

  The blue silver grass, previously less than half a finger in width, had now grown to three fingers wide. The leaves were also several times thicker and had strange patterns on them. Dozens of blue silver grasses rapidly spread out in all directions, their leaf tips raised as if over a dozen mandrake snakes were foraging around.

  The blue silver grass did not have the pungent smell of the mandrake snake, but only a faint tea fragrance. The intoxicating aroma was full of danger.

  The great master's eyes flickered with extremely excited light, suppressing his excitement, and asked: "How is the tendon?"

  Action speaks louder than words, Tang San replied to the master with his actions. More than a dozen strands of Blue Silver Grass that had left his palm suddenly flew up, one of them wrapping around a small tree as thick as an arm, while the other end returned to Tang San's hand. With a burst of strength from his right hand, the trunk of the small tree bent down, causing the Blue Silver Grass to stretch taut, yet showing no signs of breaking.

  "Great, this is really good. It seems that my judgment was completely correct, the Blue Silver Grass became tougher after infusing the Mandrake Snake's soul ring, and if I'm not mistaken, it should also come with some of the Mandrake Snake's toxic properties. But what are its skills now?"