I thought it over and chose not to let my divine sense slip into my own body.
Given his power, if he decided to forcibly take control, I wouldn''t have any way to fight back.
"Screw it, let''s just drop it. I''ve already wasted too much time." I grumbled.
Over the following days.
The contraption attached to my body vanished without exnation.
This left me feeling rather confused all of a sudden.
Was it possible that... the blood inside me had zero impact whatsoever?
Right then, Garcia Coleman stepped in from the outside.
He looked at me and smirked coldly, "Mason, make the most of your remaining days."
My eyes narrowed a fraction.
I stayed quiet, but I already had a pretty good idea of what was happening.
"Looks like my blood didn''t do anything." I said, testing him.
When this came up, Garcia''s expression suddenly soured.
I noticed his face change and took a guess, "Maybe my blood only affects Alberto Sean?"
At those words, Garcia''s face grew even darker!
"Seems I hit the nail on the head." I couldn''t stop myself fromughing.
"Keep your mouth shut! If you''re eager to die faster, I can arrange that!" Garcia gripped the bars and yelled furiously.
Iughed coldly, "I don''t have long anyway. What''s there to fear?"
Garcia ground his teeth, took a sharp breath, and jabbed his finger at me, "We''ll see how long you stay cocky!"
With that threat, Garcia spun around and left.
Once he was gone, the other inmates started talking, "Mason, why pick fights with him? We''re at his mercy here. If you just said something nice, you might buy yourself more time."
I gave a bitterugh, "I''m different from you all. No matter what I say, he''s not letting me walk out of here."
Everyone fell silent at once.
After a pause, someone tried tofort me, "Mason, don''t overthink it. Maybe things will shift in a few days."
"Right, once we''re free, we''ll stick with you!"
I grinned and replied, "Sounds good! I''ll see you all on the outside then!"
Nobody knew that Garcia had zero ns of letting anyone go.
...
In the days that followed, with the device gone, my body started healing bit by bit.
The spiritual energy in this ce was incredibly thin, making physical recovery painfully slow.
Even though I had several Dharma Treasures stashed on me, pulling them out would almost certainly get them spotted.
"To hell with it, I''m done ying it safe." I muttered under my breath.
"If I can get my body back in working order over the next few days, I might have a shot at getting out."
So when darkness fell, I carefully pulled out the spiritual stone.
The second the spiritual stone emerged, a brilliant sh lit up the cell.
My face shifted, and I quickly shoved the spiritual stone between my teeth.
Luckily, this action didn''t draw much notice, and I could finally rx.
It took me nearly the whole night to absorb the spiritual stone.
But my body had taken too much punishment, and the device had done serious harm to my system.
Even with the spiritual stone, the healing process crawled along.
"Going at this pace, it''ll be weeks before I''m back to full strength." I thought with frustration.
I stared up at the device overhead, and fury burned even hotter in my chest.
I drew in a deep breath, forcing my emotions under control.
In the prison cell, the other inmates started sharing stories about their lives.
From east to west, from past to present.
They seemed to have adjusted to this existence - boring but calm.
I would sometimes jump into their casual conversations, and the days passed without incident.
That particr day.
While the prisoners were having their usual chat, the door burst open suddenly.
For whatever reason, I felt a wave of dread wash over me.
Looking up, I watched Garcia stride in with purpose.
Walking next to him was someone else.
That someone was Iris Darren!
"Iris Darren?!" My expression shifted.
What was he doing here?
I knew about Iris Darren''s reputation.
Word was that he''d absorbed the inner power and consciousness of countless fighters, bringing misery to the entire martial world!
Was it possible... he had his eye on the prisoners locked up here?
"You can all step outside now." Garcia gestured, clearing everyone out.
Iris looked around the area, like he was counting the inmates in the cell.
Before long, Iris''s attentionnded on me.
"Hmm? Who might this be?" Iris Darren stared at me and asked.
Garcia answered, "That''s Mason Raymond."
"Oh?" Iris''s interest sparked immediately.
He covered the distance in quick steps and approached me, wearing a slight smile, "So you''re Mason Raymond?"
My eyes narrowed a bit, but I kept my mouth shut.
Iris spoke casually, "You know, I really should be grateful to you. Without you, I probably never would''ve broken free from the Immortal ying Sect..."
Hearing that, I couldn''t help butugh, "So you''re in my debt. When are you nning to settle up?"
"In your debt?" Iris cocked an eyebrow and chuckled, "That works. If you''re willing to serve under me, I might think about it."
"Iris Darren, don''t let this slick Mason Raymond fool you," Garcia warned from the sidelines.
Iris paid him no mind and watched me, apparently waiting for my response.
Rather than answering, I said, "Iris Darren, aren''t you worried about getting locked up again? You should watch your step."
"Locked up again? Hahahaha!" When he heard this, Iris exploded withughter.
"Who in this world has the power to contain me? I''m going to rebuild the Immortal ying Sect, and it''ll still reign supreme."
Iris''s voice carried total confidence and arrogance.
"Is that so?" I couldn''t resist sneering.
"Iris Darren, let me share some unfortunate news with you."
Iris lifted his eyebrows, signaling for me to go on.
I moved closer to the bars and said carefully, "The masked woman is still breathing."