From his own True God Golden Light, to the Water Control Technique and Qi Cultivation Technique, everything went black.
"No, there are still three Divine Techniques I can use." Zhang Chen’s gaze shifted to the three skills, which were surprisingly still in color.
First, Five-Colored Divine Light!
Second: Soul Hooking and Soul Stealing.
Third, ...
Looking at that third Divine Technique, Zhang Chen’s mind buzzed, "What the heck? How did I suddenly get another Divine Technique?"
Gazing at his own third Divine Technique, Zhang Chen’s eyes were full of horror, "When did I gain another Divine Technique?"
[Skill 16: Yin Yang Origin (0/0)]
[Note 1: This skill level cannot be raised]
[Note 2: Counters all Divine Techniques, can break all spells]
[Note 3: This Yin Yang Origin is one of the most powerful origins in Heaven and Earth. Unless the host obtains an origin level higher than the Yin Yang Origin in the future, the host cannot accommodate any other Divine Technique energy.]
Looking at the skill description in front of him, and the introduction about the Yin Yang Origin, as well as the darkened interface, with his intelligence, Zhang Chen knew what was happening.
It must be because of the addition of the Yin Yang Origin that all his own Divine Techniques were suppressed, rendering them unusable. However, the Five-Colored Divine Light, being the Innate Five Elements Power, is on the same level as Innate Yin Yang, so it is not suppressed by the Innate Yin Yang and can still be used.
"Where did this Innate Yin Yang Origin come from? I remember it seemed like those two brushes shattered, and then the Innate Yin Yang Origin burst forth, falling into my body, thus forming my new skill?" Zhang Chen scanned all his skills, fortunately, aside from the Innate Five Elements, there were those Fire Extinguishing Pearls and such, already ranked as Innate, which could still be used.
"It’s over! Now I am alone in that Daoist Temple, the injuries my spirit suffered are manifesting in my body. My body is severely wounded and can’t move, if no one comes, wouldn’t I die of thirst here?" Zhang Chen felt a bit panicked.
If the Blood Control Technique could still be performed, it wouldn’t matter much, as he could heal his wounds using the Blood Control Technique in just a moment, but now that the Blood Control Technique has failed, what can he do?
At this moment, a wave of dizziness overtook him, making Zhang Chen’s heart heavy, as if he could faint at any moment.
"I can’t faint, once I faint, I fear I’ll be done for! Hold on, I mustn’t faint!" Zhang Chen kept telling himself, fighting against his body’s instinctive urge to pass out.
At the same time, Zhang Chen frantically pondered for a solution to bypass the Innate Yin Yang Qi and use his former Divine Techniques.
Just as Zhang Chen was struggling to hold on, his throat burning with thirst, a series of light footsteps suddenly echoed.
"Footsteps? Someone’s coming? How can there be footsteps in the Daoist Temple?" Hearing the footsteps, Zhang Chen’s heart was filled with doubt, then joy; if someone really came, wouldn’t he be saved?
Zhang Chen felt that even though his body was in a poor state, he could still be saved.
"Hey, are you still alive?"
At this moment, a childish voice rang in Zhang Chen’s ear, the voice as naïve as a four or five-year-old child, full of curiosity. Then Zhang Chen felt someone poking his body, causing it to twitch in pain. Seeing Zhang Chen’s fingers twitch, the voice relaxed slightly, "Still alive, huh!"
"But with injuries this severe, there’s probably no saving you, right?" The female voice kept poking around Zhang Chen’s body, seemingly testing his condition.
"Hopeless! Let’s go!" After poking for a while and seeing no response from Zhang Chen, the little girl turned to leave.
"Help—me—"
Hearing the other’s words, Zhang Chen panicked and used all his strength to utter a sound from his throat, then he felt a dizzying sensation and passed out completely.
When Zhang Chen’s consciousness awakened again, he felt a coolness trickling down his throat as someone carefully poured clear water down his throat.
Feeling the water trickling down his throat, Zhang Chen swallowed hard, then heard a joyful voice exclaim, "Not dead yet, still able to drink water. As long as he can drink water, that’s good!"
The voice was soft, sweet, and clear, sounding like a little child.
Then, a wave of drowsiness overtook Zhang Chen, and he fell asleep again. When Zhang Chen opened his eyes again, he felt a warm flow with bitterness spreading in his throat; with one sip, Zhang Chen knew it was herbal medicine. He tried hard to move his throat to swallow it, and the childish voice piped up joyfully, "Still able to drink the herbal soup, well worth the thirty wen spent to get you the herbs!"
Zhang Chen’s eyelids moved, but he still didn’t have the strength to open his eyes. After being spoon-fed all the herbal medication, a wave of sleepiness hit him again, and he fell into a deep sleep once more.
So it went on, Zhang Chen was fed medication three times, and by the fourth time he was fed medication, his eyelids fluttered and he was able to open his eyes.
He saw a medicine spoon, a grimy bowl missing half a piece, and then a little hand holding the bowl. The little hand was dirty and black, holding a shabby spoon to feed him medicine.
As Zhang Chen’s eyelids lifted further, he saw the owner of the grimy little hand, a small, bedraggled child around four or five years old. The child’s dirty face obscured their features, only their clean eyes revealed the nervousness in their gaze.
Zhang Chen was quite surprised at this scene; how could a beggar appear in his Daoist Temple?
"It shouldn’t be!" Zhang Chen thought with disbelief. Prince Pingbian had the Daoist Temple guarded tightly, how could a beggar sneak in?
Zhang Chen’s gaze moved from the child’s clear eyes to the surroundings, and the next moment he froze: "This isn’t my Daoist Temple!"
He was in a dilapidated house, seemingly a ruined temple, surrounded by collapsed wooden boards and cobwebs in the corners, all indicating desolation.
"How did I end up here?" Zhang Chen was shocked, "Could it be that while I was meditating, the Prince’s Mansion took advantage and harmed me?"
"You’re awake?" At this moment, the little girl noticed Zhang Chen’s open eyes, a look of joy appeared in her gaze, filled with surprise as she looked at him.
"Did you save me?" Zhang Chen’s voice was hoarse, and speaking pulled at his internal injuries, making him feel pain in his organs. However, as soon as he spoke, Zhang Chen immediately noticed something was wrong; his voice had turned into a child’s voice, exactly like the little girl’s voice.
"Of course I saved you! I spent three hundred wen to save you, so from now on you belong to me." The little girl, seeing Zhang Chen speak, quickly began to settle accounts.
Zhang Chen looked at the little girl’s tattered clothes, it was clear she was a beggar. For a beggar to save up three hundred wen, it was an unimaginable task.
The most crucial thing was, she was willing to spend three hundred wen to treat him. How rare was that?
"What’s your name?" Zhang Chen asked.
"My name is Xu Erniu, what’s yours?" The little girl indeed got distracted and asked him back.
"My name is Zhang Chen." Zhang Chen forced a smile.
"Zhang Chen, I spent three hundred wen to save your life, from now on, you belong to me!" Xu Erniu declared her ownership to Zhang Chen with great seriousness, holding the broken bowl.
Zhang Chen was speechless at these words and couldn’t help but sigh softly. He knew he was in for trouble, this favor was too big to repay.
"Where is this?" Zhang Chen dodged the girl’s question, instead diverting the topic again to shift her attention.
"I only know this is Yangzhou, the nearby town is called Yangzhou City, I don’t know anything else." The girl scratched her head and then placed another spoonful of medicine into Zhang Chen’s mouth.