Chapter 688 - Chaotic Spiritual World
After Leon spoke, the ladies immediately flashed him a glance before Duna sarcastically said, "Of course you would know that. You're a living example yourself."
"Ahem!" Leon nearly choked on his own saliva before he coughed awkwardly and asked with a helpless look, "You really going to do me like that in front of senior here?"
"Am I wrong?" Duna gazed back at him defiantly.
"Well, yes, but actually no."
Leon stated.
He might have spent intimate moments with his women on multiple occasions, but he has not impregnated anyone with his seed yet.
"Hohoho…" the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman chuckled softly.
Shortly after, they reached Venerable Shaman Daal's abode of healing before an intense stench of medicine could be smelt—even before they stepped inside the building.
Nevertheless, Leon was immune to such a smell and did not find any problem with it as not a single change could be seen on his face.
On the other hand, Aria and Darlene's expressions crumpled slightly into frowns before they covered their noses.
"Ah, One Eye. You're back," Venerable Shaman Daal quickly greeted as soon as the group stepped into the abode before his eyes shifted to the others, "And who might these people be?"
"Allow me to introduce," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman stated.
Following his words, the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman quickly introduced both sides to each other before stating his purpose, "As I just mentioned, Young Master Leonhardt here is a Divine Doctor. I brought him over to have a look at Baskara."
"Oh? That Divine Doctor?"
Venerable Shaman Daal slightly gasped with surprise before he gave Leon a careful study from top to bottom.
"I've heard much about you, Young Master Leonhardt. A young man of your caliber has already reached a realm in medicine that this old man can only look up to and admire. I look forward to learning much from you," Venerable Shaman Daal spoke humbly.
"You're too polite, senior. You are my senior, and thus, it is I who should be looking forward to learning from you," Leon replied back with courtesy.
"Hahaha, nonsense. No need to comfort this old man," Venerable Shaman Daal chuckled and said, "This old man knows what he is capable of, and it certainly doesn't include the ability to treat Demonic Possessions. You've spoken top humbly, Young Master Leonhardt."
"Alright, let us cut the small talk short," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman shortly interjected and stated objectively, "We do not have a lot of time. Please let Young Master Leonhardt take a look at Baskara boya, Daal."
"Fine, fine. There'll be plenty of chances for us to talk in the future," Venerable Shaman promptly stepped aside, making way for Leon to pass through towards Baskara's resting room.
Inside the room, Leon quickly discovered that the original chief of the Crimsonfog Tribe was not alone as the person was seen lying on the bed, unconscious, with several women gathered around.
'These are mostly his women—if not wives,' Leon silently assumed.
As soon as Leon stepped into the room, the women all shifted their gazes over and studied Leon curiously at the same time.
However, not all of them were Baskara's women.
At the very least, Sonia was not one of them. She was simply one of Baskara's confidantes and subordinates.
As she studied Leon's countenance with equal curiosity, her gaze suddenly paused on Darlene's figure before envy blossomed in her heart.
They appeared to be of similar age, but their statuses were vastly different, like the sun and moon or heaven and earth.
Even if she was ignorant to cultivation, she could feel power dwelling in Darlene's slim body.
The discovery puzzled her.
"This is Young Master Leonhardt, the Divine Doctor. Please vacate the room and give Young Master Leonhardt peace, free of distractions, to perform his diagnosis and treatment," Venerable Shaman Daal stated.
The women in the room quickly gasped with pleasant surprise as their eyes flickered with reignited hope.
Nevertheless, they did not forget to comply and promptly left the room as requested.
"We're counting on you, Young Master Leonhardt," one of the women curtsied politely on her way out.
While the women left, Venerable Shaman Daal remained in the room shamelessly to observe Leon's methods—not that it bothered Leon anyway.
Duna, Aria, and Darlene stood close to guard after Leon arrived beside Baskara's bed and swept out his divine sense for a quick diagnosis.
Very quickly, Leon began mentally ticking off points on his checklist.
Apart from burns on the surface of Baskara's back and head that turned into nasty-looking scars, there were no other injuries found apart from much older battle scars.
The body was in good shape, and so were the internal organs—most important, the brain was undamaged.
Baskara's head rested on a specifically designed pillow to hold his head in place without pressing on his burned areas, allowing it air to breathe and swifter healing process.
"How is he, Young Master Leonhardt?" the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman inquired.
"To be honest, his conditions look quite positive. Therefore, there's no reason for him to have fallen into a vegetative state with such physical injuries. I can only assume it was a soul attack that produced such results," Leon stated.
"That shouldn't be…" Venerable Shaman Daal denied before he explained, "Baskara Boya was struck by the explosive flames of our Demon-slaying Arrows. Our Demon-slaying Arrows relied on the power of runes. Its flames might be an elemental attack, but it shouldn't affect the spiritual mind directly."
"Well, we will after I take a look at his soul next," Leon said.
However, there were was nothing wrong with Chief Baskara's soul core either.
The soul core was perfectly fine and normal—at least it was until Leon discovered a hint of sudden fluctuations from it, which shows that Baskara's mind was active.
The person was conscious but not awake, trapped in his own mind.
'Seems like I will have to take a look inside his spiritual world,' Leon decided.
Shortly after, Leon condensed his divine sense and performed the Soul Dive technique, entering Baskara's spiritual world promptly.
The moment Leon's spiritual avatar entered the spiritual world, a chaotic battle filled with wanton destruction and billowing flames immediately greeted him.
It was the most chaotic spiritual world he had seen. In fact, it was the only chaotic spiritual world he had seen.
All the other spiritual worlds he had ever visited were peaceful despite various differences in the environments—as they should be.
Each other's spiritual world was different, but none should be chaotic unless a problem existed.
"Die—!"
Baskara roared furiously with red eyes as he held his halberd and lunged at two shadowy evil spirits that seemed infallible.
No matter how many times they were cut and diced up by Baskara's halberd, the two shadowy evil spirits would reform themselves before resuming their attack.
Witnessing this scene, Leon was slightly startled.
"How long has this person been fighting these two shadowy evil spirits inside his spiritual world for? If it has been happening since the start, Chief Baskara's willpower is seriously impressive," Leon commented with surprise.
It was a wonder how the person had not yet collapsed from all the accumulated fatigue.
Nevertheless, Leon did not remain idle in thought.
He dived straight into the battlefield and wave his hand, conjuring a streak of lightning that instantly vaporized one of the two shadowy evil spirits into nothingness.
It did not reappear again.
The lightning element was most effective in annihilating evil spirits among his elemental laws, followed by the fire element.
Energy suppresses the soul, and the soul suppresses the body.
It was not strange for the shadowy evil spirits to be undying if Baskara only knew how to use physical attacks.
Shortly after Leon prepared to finish off the second one, he was suddenly and unexpectedly attacked from behind by Baskara!
Swoosh~!
The halberd swiped at the empty air as Leon evaded the attack with a quick leap forward, nonetheless.
"I am not your enemy!" Leon shouted.
However, Chief Baskara appeared as if he had not heard him and continued to press his attack in his frenzied state.
"Die!!!"
Baskara swung his halberd at Leon wildly like an animal without technique and skill, simply relying on one's most straightforward and most primal form of basic attacks.
"Not good. Baskara has already lost his mind," Leon frowned but did not find Baskara's state surprising.
There were all sorts of unpredictable side effects and damages if the mind could not get the rest it requires.
"Even if it's just a spiritual world, everything here feels more real than reality. I will also suffer if I'm careless…" Leon contemplated while retreating from the Baskara's attacks.
At the same time, the remaining evil spirit flanked him from the back as if the two were working together—but of course, he knew that was not the case.
Bzzt!
Traces of lightning immediately covered Leon's body like donning armor before he twisted his body to face the evil spirit and rammed straight through it!