Chapter 60

Is this really happening? The students gathered around were restless and agitated, but they were all stunned in this moment. It was like a dream; no one knew what had actually happened. A "dead" person, whose wounds had been healed by the divine priest's divine healing but had not yet "come back to life," actually spoke up... What exactly did that young man from Moonlight City do?

Even the two old priests, one tall and one short, were shocked, their eyes wide open, unable to believe what they saw. The two old priests knew very well how severe the injured student's wounds were. If one healing spell couldn't cure him, he would inevitably face death. The reason they let Jiang Junming try was just to avoid offending that woman in black. No one expected that the young man from Moonlight City, who believed in the Goddess of Mercy, would really save him.

But when all of this happened right before their eyes, it seemed so incredible.

"This can't be real..." someone muttered.

"Caen, are you really alive?" a familiar person asked.

"That's not right, Caen didn't come back to life; he must have turned into an undead creature!"

"Don't talk nonsense in the academy!" the short old priest scolded the student. The students didn't understand, but the two old priests knew that Caen wasn't an undead creature; he was truly healed.

The short old priest's lips moved slightly, and a white light fell on Caen. The brilliant light and pure aura enveloped Caen. As the healing spell took effect, the hole in Caen's left temple, which Jiang Junming had "poked" to create a drainage channel, began to grow new bone.

It was truly miraculous... Jiang Junming was almost mesmerized. The trabecular bones climbed and grew outside the brain tissue. To others, it looked like the effect of a divine spell, but to Jiang Junming, it was like a fast-forwarded educational film about bone healing, condensing what would normally take at least two months to less than a minute. Blood vessels and muscles grew along with the bones, and soon the "drill hole" Jiang Junming left on Caen's temple was completely healed. Apart from the fatigue and weakness from blood loss, Caen no longer vomited or was in a near-death state.

Facts speak louder than words. Everyone knew that the divine spells of priests, including healing spells, were unbearable damage to undead creatures, and for undead creatures, divine spells were even more destructive than the magic of mages. If Caen had turned into an undead creature, as the students suggested, he would have been riddled with holes under the priest's healing spell, not healed.

Caen was healed, not turned into an undead creature. This meant that the strange actions of the young man from Moonlight City were truly healing Caen, not dark magic, not a ritual by a follower of an evil god.

But no one had ever heard of such actions, and no one could understand the logic behind them. All the students and teachers looked at Caen, who had been pulled back from the brink of death by Jiang Junming, with wide-eyed amazement.

The student who had been knocked down by the woman in black and the two old priests finally got up from the ground. He wasn't seriously injured, just dazed and confused, looking at Caen with a puzzled expression. Blood still flowed from Caen's forehead, and his body swayed, looking like a warrior who had fought fiercely on the battlefield, barely standing, ready to fall and die at any moment. Then, as the light of the healing spell enveloped him, the wound on his forehead began to heal.

It seemed only a moment ago that Caen had been struck in a vital spot on his head, black blood gushing out, and anyone would have thought he was already dead from that blow. But why could he still stand...

The contrast was too great, and neither the teachers of the church academy nor the surrounding students could accept it.

Even the two old priests, who had seen many great scenes, were dazed after casting the healing spell, staring at the changes in Caen, their minds in a daze.

"Caen, is it really you?" Some students, believers of the Guardian God, saw Caen enveloped in the light of the healing spell, his weak body gradually becoming firm, but still couldn't believe what they saw, asking tentatively.

Caen, apart from being pale from blood loss, stood there, not knowing what had happened.

Hearing a familiar classmate ask him, he seemed to recall what had happened. His right hand, holding the longsword, dropped to the ground, and his left hand touched the wound on his abdomen, then raised it to touch the wound on his forehead. The wounds were completely healed, as if the sword's injuries had never existed. The dizziness, headache, nausea, and intense urge to vomit were all gone, leaving only a slight weakness in his body.

"It's me, how did I get better?" Caen said in a daze, as if in a dream. He remembered everything that had happened, but he couldn't believe it was real.

"Am I dreaming? I'm not injured, really not injured, I'm fine... No, it was the priest's healing spell that saved me." Caen's voice grew softer, the more he spoke, the less he believed his own words. A deep stab in the abdomen and a wound to a vital spot on the head, how could he be fine in the blink of an eye? Was it the magic of the healing spell? But after the tall old priest cast the healing spell, he didn't get better. When did he get better?

It seemed... it was as if... Caen recalled the scenes from a moment ago. Though he was on the brink of death, he could vaguely remember.

Could it be that he got better after being struck in a vital spot on the head? This completely defied common sense, it was impossible! The plain-clothed young man standing in front of him was clearly attacking him, but why did he feel much better after being struck in a vital spot on the head?

"Caen..."

"How do you feel?"

"Are you really okay?"

The surrounding classmates, hearing Caen's response, asked in a chorus, some of the bolder ones tentatively approaching Caen. After all, what had just happened was too bizarre. The first thought that came to the students' minds was that Caen had turned into an undead creature. Although the short old priest's healing spell didn't harm him but healed the wound on his head, it didn't erase the fear and confusion in their hearts.

"I'm fine, am I dreaming?" Caen's right hand relaxed, and the longsword fell to the ground. He held his hands in front of his eyes, looking at them repeatedly, trying to determine if he was in a nightmare.

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