Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

"Xiao Yu, can you really heal your dad's legs?"

Luo Tiance's voice conveyed earnest gravity.

The living room fell silent, and Luo Fan looked anxiously at his son, who was handsomer than he could ever imagine himself to be.

His fingers clenched tightly together.

For more than twenty years, he had yearned to regain the use of his legs, return to the battlefield, and kill the foreign enemies. No one could understand the agony he suffered, confined at home every day.

A warrior could die on the battlefield; though being disabled at home was comfortable, Luo Fan's heart could never accept it.

But what good was it to be unwilling to accept it? Even if he wanted to shed his last drop of blood for Great Xia, he would need the strength to do so.

A disabled man like him would be nothing more than ant fodder on the battlefield.

Every time he reminisced about the past, Luo Fan struggled immensely, as if his heart were being cut and chiseled, unbearable pain.

He stared hard at Luo Yu, hope flashing in his eyes, only to be quickly suppressed by reason.

Fear!

Fear that the newly kindled hope would be extinguished, bringing only deeper despair.

Seeing the seriousness of Luo Tiance and his son Luo Fan, Luo Yu also dropped his playful demeanor and nodded affirmatively.

"Don't worry."

"Really?" Luo Fan asked, his excitement palpable as his fist slammed heavily on the armrest of his wheelchair.

Luo Tiance also showed flickering eyes and steady breath.

"Xiao Yu, what do we need to prepare?"

Luo Yu shook his head.

"We don't need to prepare anything."

"We can start now."

"What?"

Luo Fan exclaimed in surprise, his eyes wide open.

"Xiao Yu, it's not that I don't trust you, but isn't this a bit too exaggerated?"

"Don't we need a magnetic resonance imaging test first, followed by an operating table or something? At the very least, we should use a few silver needles."

Luo Yu arched an eyebrow.

"Magnetic resonance?"

"That foreign trash, only because our Huaxia's techniques had been lost would they even have a say. Otherwise, they wouldn't stand a chance."

Luo Fan and Luo Tiance were at a loss for words.

All they could do was silently tell themselves.

Please, start your performance.

"Are you ready? Then I'll begin," Luo Yu asked.

"Okay."

Luo Fan nodded, both nervous and curious.

He was eager to learn which method Luo Yu would use to cure his disability, which had stumped both domestic and foreign experts.

Luo Yu did not dawdle.

He reached out with both hands and placed them on Luo Fan's knees.

"Hum——"

A golden glow erupted from Luo Yu's palms, instantly shattering the fabric of Luo Fan's trousers below the knees.

Just this feat alone astounded both Luo Tiance and his son Luo Fan.

With their experience, they could tell just how clever this move from Luo Yu was.

"The burst of power just now must've reached the level of an eighth-rank warrior, hasn't it? Xiao Yu has reached eighth-rank without even starting his cultivation?"

"To shatter trousers that fit tightly to the skin without harming a single hair, this kind of precise control over spiritual power is not something someone of Xiao Yu's age should possess."

"Don't speak."

Luo Yu's head didn't lift as he focused intently on channeling golden energy into Luo Fan's legs.

Luo Fan became instantly quiet, his eyes wide with surprise.

He hadn't felt his legs for over twenty years, but as soon as Luo Yu's hands touched them, he felt a tingling sensation in the meridians, as if a gentle, water-like energy constantly flowed in, meandering through the pathways.

Luo Tiance, undoubtedly the highest in cultivation level present, couldn't help but make a sound of amazement.

He realized that Luo Yu's spiritual power was starkly different from ordinary people's; it contained a vibrant vital energy as if it could turn the rotten into miraculous. Luo Fan's withered legs began to swell with new life, as if spring had come to the barren branches.

Soon, Luo Yu withdrew his hands.

"Hm?"

"Why have you stopped?"

Luo Fan looked at Luo Yu with dissatisfaction; he had been just beginning to bask in the exhilaration of recovery when it suddenly ended.

Luo Yu rolled his eyes.

"The examination is over, why would I continue?"

Luo Fan was shocked. "What did you say? The examination is over?"

Luo Yu nodded, puzzled:

"How can I start the treatment without first examining the specific condition of your legs?"

"???" Luo Fan was incredulous: "That wasn't treatment just now? I felt like I was about to stand up!!"

Even Luo Tiance struggled to remain composed.

Luo Yu pursed his lips.

"This is just the beginning."

"Now, watch carefully."

"No applause, no screams."

As soon as he finished speaking, boom, a golden figure stepped out from behind Luo Yu.

The figure was lean, with translucent organs and dark skin, resembling an old farmer. However, the determination on his weathered features seemed to harbor the world's sorrows and a grand magnanimity.

"Is this... one of the awakened Deity-level Ancient Spirits?" Luo Tiance's eyes narrowed.

Luo Fan's mouth gaped open, witnessing someone awakening a Deity-level Heroic Spirit for the first time.

"Which deity from the legends is this?"

Luo Yu ignored them, as if he couldn't hear their words, his gaze fixed with concentration.

With Spirit Possession, one would inherit a portion of the Heroic Spirit's abilities.

"Swoosh——"

The spiritual power cultivated from the "Secret Technique of Myriad Transformations" took shape at Luo Yu's fingertips, forming a Golden Needle, which he then precisely thrust.

It pierced into an acupoint in Luo Fan's leg.

One after another, more Golden Needles solidified at Luo Yu's fingertips and were driven in.

This sight made Luo Fan's scalp tingle.

Such swift hand movements; not even pigs were needled this fast. Was he not afraid of making a mistake?

He wanted to remind Luo Yu to go slower, but fearing he might disturb him, he dared not make a sound.