The Strongest Conquest System

Chapter 382: Minor Heal Stage 5

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FWIP!

Percival appeared in front of Azmond, using the little energy he had recovered, as he looked at him with the 'friendliest' expression he could muster.

However, from Azmond's perspective, the only thing he thought when he saw that look on his face was, "You have indigestion, old dude?"

*Tick!*

A vein popped up on his forehead as he looked at this brazen man speak to him in such a way while 'flirting' with his daughter.

His expression darkened even further as he spat, "I'm not backed up, you fucking bastard!"

"Is that so?" Azmond questioned before he added, "You look awfully purple, though... Are you sure you don't need to just push one out? I have a herb in my storage ring that should help you out."

*Toss*

He flung a funny-looking ginseng in the shape of a p*nis at Percival.

"..." He caught the herb and looked at it before his eyes nearly turned into black holes as he stared at Azmond like he wanted to make a stew out of him.

"Are you looking to die, boy!?" Percival shouted.

"... Don't tell me?"

"???" Percival wasn't following.

"Are you 'pent up' in the other way?? Do you need me to find you some grandma's to keep you company?" Azmond asked with a knowing look.

"..."

A strand of gray hair fell off Percival's head when he heard the nonsensical words spoken by the young man before him.

'I mean I haven't gotten out into the 'world of debauchery' since my wife disappeared. But that's besides the point!' He thought.

However, when he was stuck in his thoughts, Azmond had already made his way over, as he patted him on the shoulder and looked into his eyes with a hardened expression.

"Don't worry, father of two beauties. I shall help you out with your 'issue'. You see those two well respected gentlemen over there," he said while pointing at Ayalah and Spiritflame, who had just returned.

After Percival's gaze followed his finger, Azmond continued, "You just need to go over there and ask them about the location of their favorite establishments, and I'm sure they will lead you in the right direction."

He followed up his words by pushing the decrepit middle-aged man toward the two doofuses before he added, "I hope you get better soon!"

"!?!?" Percival was so lost!

One second he was trying to chew out that young man who stole his youngest daughter's heart, and the next he was being directed toward two obviously no-good miscreants.

'Am I in a bad dream or something!? And why was that young man able to push me around even though my strength had recovered to the Late Stages of the Early Mahayana Realm??' He thought with a perplexed expression.

'Don't tell me that he's even stronger than the Late Stages of the Early Mahayana Realm??'

Percival looked toward the aura being emitted from Azmond and noticed that it was even stronger than it was a few minutes ago!

"What the hell is going on here!?" He bellowed.

It had finally gotten to him, as he could no longer take how much he didn't know about this young man who, according to Calista, had 'taken care' of his daughters.

"Hmm?" Azmond looked toward the sudden outburst made by Percival as he thought, 'Has this old dude finally snapped?'

Nonetheless, he walked over to the shriveled-up middle-aged man and asked, "You need a good healing or something?"

Following his ambiguous words, he used his 'Minor Heal' skill to heal some of the deeply rooted wounds that were beginning to reappear on Percival.

BLING!

A bright green light flashed as Azmond made quick work of the injuries of the old man. And in the process, he had also taken care of his aged appearance.

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OOOM!

Immense levels of green Qi swirled around Percival like a tempest spring breeze, as it completely transformed him into what he looked like in his prime!

And along with this healing session, Azmond received a few system notifications.

*Ding!* *You have healed a cultivator in the Peak Stages of the Peak Mahayana Realm!*

*Ding!* *You have gained experience +150 Trillion*

*Ding!* *You have leveled up!*

*Ding!* *You have gained gold +150 Million*

*Ding!* *Your 'Minor Heal' skill has increased from 'Stage 4' to 'Stage 5'*

*You are now capable of healing the vast majority of well-known and mysterious diseases and injuries across the Mortal Realms.*

"Oh? So you can also acquire experience points through this method as well?" Azmond mused, utterly ignoring the bewildered man beside him.

"T-This is" Percival mumbled with trembling lips.

He was astounded by what happened to him, and for good reason, considering that not only were all his dormant injuries healed, but his appearance had reverted to what he looked like thousands of years ago!

"Ho-How is this possible?"

No matter which way he thought about it, he couldn't understand how such a thing could've occurred!

Even his royal physicians, back on the cosmic asteroid he ruled over, were unable to conjure up a viable cure for all the injuries that had haunted him for thousands of years!

And that wasn't even to mention that what the Overseers had done to him should've taken hundreds of years to recover from!

And yet

"What the hell are you!?" He questioned Azmond.

"..." Azmond looked toward Percival with a wide smirk before he replied, "Me? Oh, I'm just a hero for fu- wait, that's already been used once before"

He took a moment to come up with something equally cool to say. But nothing came to mind so he simply said, "The moon is red, and the end of the world is before us."

His head was tilted at a 110 angle as he stared off into the distance, gazing at the headpiece of the Behemoth Abomination that was sticking up out of the ground.

"The What!?" Percival exclaimed as he followed Azmond's eyes.

And what he saw was a new 'continent' that had formed in the distance.