I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 83: The Magical Spit

Shen Mo turned toward Victor. "Let me tell you something, Fang Chen. My clan… is in turmoil."

"There was a conspiracy in our family," Shen Mo continued. "A power struggle where one faction tried to seize control. They killed countless people, including my father."

Apparently this power struggled had occurred when the major powerhouses of the family were absent. They had gone for a renowned once in a hundred years cultivation convention.

The faction then made use of this opportunity to try and stage a coup.

Unfortunately, they weren't fully successful but they managed to go back into hiding when the powerhouses returned.

"But one man survived," Shen Mo voiced in anger as his fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword.

"One man who witnessed everything and everyone responsible."

Liu Feng flinched.

Shen Mo noticed and scoffed.

"But they made sure to cripple his cultivation… made sure to break his body. Now, he's in a coma. If he doesn't recover, justice will never be served."

Victor slowly understood.

The pond of Dragon Tears was never for Shen Mo's own strength.

It was for that man.

The last witness.

Shen Mo needed the pond to heal him.

And Liu Feng…

Was trying to stop that from happening.

Liu Feng growled.

"You fool," he spat. "You're playing into the hands of old men who should've died ages ago. You should be looking ahead, not behind!"

Shen Mo stepped forward.

"The only ones who should be dead… are the ones who tried to kill me that night."

Liu Feng tried to move—

But Shen Mo was faster.

His massive wrapped sword swung down—

And with one clean motion, Liu Feng's arm was severed.

Blood splattered onto the rocky ground as Liu Feng screamed in agony.

The remaining cultivators stood frozen in shock.

"Be thankful Lord Shen didn't unwrap the Nighttale Fang or you'd be split in two," Luo Mei voiced from the side while Liu Feng writhed in pain on the ground.

Shen Mo exhaled deeply, then turned to Victor.

"…Thank you," Victor muttered, knowing that he wouldn't have been able to evade Liu Feng's attack if Shen Mo hadn't helped.

Shen Mo blinked. "For what?"

Victor gestured at Liu Feng's severed arm which happened to be twitching on the ground.

"For protecting me I guess."

"I didn't do it for you," Shen Mo responded.

"Cold... Wait, wait," Victor raised a hand. "So, let me get this straight… You're saying you need the healing properties of the pond to fix this dude in a coma, yeah?"

Shen Mo nodded.

Victor rubbed his chin.

"But, uh… that means you need me, right?"

Shen Mo gave him a look. "I suppose."

Victor sighed dramatically; "I really don't know how I can be of any assistance..."

He turned to Lady Li Yang, who was still catching her breath after everything that had just happened.

"Are you alright?" he asked while offering her a hand.

Lady Li nodded, but as she moved, a small gash on her upper arm became visible. A shallow cut, likely from one of the stray sword clashes earlier.

Victor winced. "You're bleeding."

"It's nothing serious," Lady Li waved it off. "I'll tend to it later."

Victor reached for her arm, about to offer some help—

When suddenly—

"Achoo!"

Victor sneezed violently.

In real life, the dusty air in his room had irritated his nose, causing him to sneeze in-game too. This was most likely due to the fact that he left the game unattended to for months.

A tiny bit of his saliva flicked onto Lady Li's arm.

There was a moment of akward silence.

"Oh sorry my bad..." Victor was just about to clean it off when a faint golden shimmer appeared where his saliva had landed.

Lady Li gasped as her wound got sealed instantly.

Victor's eyes also widened.

Lady Li touched her arm with a look of shock. "What just—"

Shen Mo who had been watching from the side, narrowed his eyes. "Did you just… heal her?"

Victor gulped.

"Uhm…" He pointed at his own mouth. "I think… it was my spit."

The entire group stared at him in silence.

Luo Mei snorted. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me."

Victor rubbed his throat nervously.

Was this really happening?

He had just sneezed on someone… and healed them?

He hurriedly wiped his mouth, as if that would make any difference.

Lady Li turned her arm from side to side in disbelief.

"No pain… no scar... It's as if the cut was never there."

Victor swallowed hard.

Could it be that his body now carried the same properties as the Pond of Dragon Tears.

Victor's brain spun in circles.

Did that mean his saliva… his blood…?

He winced.

"Oh, this is gonna be awkward."

Luo Mei crossed her arms. "Well, there's only one way to confirm this."

She turned to Shen Mo. "Cut yourself."

Shen Mo frowned. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Luo Mei smirked. "We need to test it properly."

Victor held up his hands. "Hey, let's not go around cutting people just because of—"

Shen Mo sighed before pulling out a little blade and making a small cut on his palm.

Victor winced. "You guys are way too casual about self-harm."

Shen Mo held out his hand. "Do it again."

Victor groaned.

This was about to be the most embarrassing moment of his life.

He leaned in—

And spat on Shen Mo's hand.

The moment his spit touched the wound—

A golden glow shimmered—

And within seconds, the wound closed completely.

The entire group gawked at Victor.

Luo Mei burst out laughing.

Shen Mo stared at his palm with a horrified and disgusted look.

Lady Li covered her mouth in shock.

Victor cleared his throat.

"Okay. So, uh… I guess my spit is magical now?"

Shen Mo looked up slowly. "I don't know if I should be amazed… or disgusted."

Luo Mei giggled. "Oh, this is priceless. You better never get sick, Fang Chen, or you'll be sneezing cures everywhere."

Victor groaned.

Shen Mo rubbed his temples.

"…I hate this."

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Lady Li smiled faintly. "It may be strange, but this ability is a gift."

Shen Mo glared at Victor.

"Alright, spit-boy. You just became the most valuable person in this forest."

Victor sighed. "Oh, this is gonna be annoying."

Victor pulled out a small container from his satchel.

And then—

He spat into it.

Everyone stared.

"…What are you doing?" Shen Mo asked slowly.

Victor wiped his mouth and held out the container proudly.

"You said you need the pond's healing properties, right? Well, there you go!"

Shen Mo hesitantly reached out his hand but made a pause.

Victor shook the container lightly.

"Hey, you want it or not?"

Shen Mo pinched the bridge of his nose while exhaling sharply.

"…Fine."

Victor grinned and handed him the spit-filled container.

Shen Mo took it like it was the most humiliating thing he had ever done in his life.

His three female companions were already giggling.

"Whew, well, that settles that," he voiced with a satisfied tone. "Now… what's next?"

"…We need to leave before more cultivators show up," Lady Li Yang stated.

"You're way too valuable to stick around..."