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"Power? Fly for me." The reason I didn't use the Nine Yin White Bone Claw was mainly because its signature of leaving five bloody holes was too distinctive. However, not using it to kill didn't affect its effectiveness as a grappling technique. I grabbed Bahrain's wrist, twisted and threw him, sending his over-a-hundred-pound body flying out of the tavern door.

"Ooh! Come on, again!" Being intimidated by weakness wasn't the character of desert mercenaries; resilience in the face of adversity was their spirit. In the blink of an eye, Bahrain charged back into the tavern, wielding two crescent blades, shouting a challenge. The customs of the desert were clearly similar to those of the Orc Alliance. Upon seeing a fight, the patrons quickly cleared a space, making it easier for us to engage.

Unfortunately, this space was destined to be unnecessary. As Bahrain rushed at me, I vanished from my seat and reappeared beside him. Before he could react, I slapped away his dual blades and kicked him out.

However, I couldn't help but admire Bahrain's fighting spirit and tenacity. Despite being repeatedly thrown by me, he fought seven times before finally collapsing on the ground, exhausted. The onlookers began applauding, not just for my combat prowess, but also for Bahrain's bravery.

At that moment, something unexpected happened. Jin Luosha suddenly ran to Bahrain's side, raised her small hands, and began singing a wondrous holy song. Her innocent voice was clear and melodious, like the descent of heavenly music, causing the entire tavern to fall silent. With the song, tiny specks of starlight shimmered with pure white halos, falling from Jin Luosha's hands onto Bahrain's body, instantly merging into him. Under everyone's gaze, Bahrain's bruised and battered injuries rapidly healed, and he sat up even before the song ended.

Ignoring Bahrain, I picked up Jin Luosha and anxiously asked about her condition.

"Jin Luosha, how are you? Do you feel any discomfort?" I had naturally seen the spell Jin Luosha used before—it was the basic divine spell "Healing Light," which I had witnessed Bai Lanling use in Fontainebleau. However, when Bai Lanling used it, she invoked the Light Prayer, and the effect was far less potent than what Jin Luosha demonstrated. This made me think of a terrifying possibility—both clerics and mages could burn their life force to replenish their mental energy, and spells powered by life force were often more powerful.

Despite using my rudimentary medical skills to check her pulse and aura, I found no signs of life force depletion or a sallow complexion. Unfortunately, my Nine Yin True Qi wasn't cultivated according to internal martial arts methods, so I couldn't control it freely. The meridians of humans in this world were different from those of my previous life; otherwise, I could have confirmed her condition by probing her with my inner strength.

"Uncle, Jin Luosha is fine. What's wrong?" Jin Luosha asked innocently.

"Are you sure? How did you cast that spell?"

"What spell? Jin Luosha doesn't know."

"I mean the song and the light particles. How did you learn them?"

"A nice song? The sister inside the ribbon taught Jin Luosha. She said the song can make people stop hurting. It's very effective." Jin Luosha then untied her violet ribbon and handed it to me.

I recognized this ribbon; in fact, it was a trinket I gave to Jin Luosha. It was originally one of the relics left behind by the Holy Knight Syd, who was slain by the "War Saint" Leimen. It carried peculiar light fluctuations and was believed by Leimen to be a token from Syd's lover, so he passed it to me. A few days ago, when Jin Luosha's ribbon broke, I casually gave her this one. After asking Jin Luosha, I learned that every night since wearing the ribbon, she dreamt of a beautiful woman singing and taught her the song with unique abilities. Today, when she saw someone injured, she came out to try it.

"Hmm? Such a strange occurrence." Still not fully reassured, I used the Soul Transfer Technique to look into Jin Luosha's eyes. Even without performing soul reading, this gaze could reveal the general level of one's mental cultivation. Just a few days ago, I used the Soul Transfer Technique to erase some sad memories from Jin Luosha. In just a few days, her mental energy had increased threefold, though still minimal, indicating the potential of a cleric or mage.

"It seems our little girl is quite a prodigy." I finally sighed.

"Master, please take me as your disciple!"

A certain forgotten desert youth suddenly jumped up, knelt before me, and shouted loudly.

"I'll be damned if I pay attention to you, idiot."

Chapter 48: Red Moon Flies Over Cang Mountain

"Sir, with an excellent guide like me, you will surely have a delightful journey through the desert. You must know that the desert isn't just a barren wasteland. It has countless wonders. The delicious food here is something you won't find anywhere else, and the unique spices and gems will amaze you. Moreover, our women are beautiful and passionate. If you're interested, I can introduce you to them..."

I don't know whether I should say I have a knack for finding talkative companions. Every guide I find seems to be a chatterbox. In the Holy City, I met a fat cat that could improvise epic poems, and now I've encountered a desert mercenary guide with aspirations of becoming a pimp. Truly, it leaves one speechless.

That day, after easily defeating the young desert mercenary Bahrain, he firmly stayed by my side, working tirelessly and without pay, with the sole request of learning my martial arts. Previously, I knew that the martial arts culture in the human world differed from that of the alliance, but learning about Bahrain's experiences revealed the extent of the difference. Unlike the orcs, who openly shared their martial arts, human warriors often guarded their techniques and experiences as precious treasures, keeping them secret. To learn combat skills and techniques, one either had to join a faction as a subordinate or pay a hefty fee. Even the most popular "Nameless Sword Art" created by the "Ancestor of Sword Saints" Reinster, only had its first volume, the Black Iron Chapter, available to the public. The rest was controlled by the military and the state, under the guise of maintaining "social stability."