His concentration period had ended, only seconds have went by as he thought of his entire plan at extreme speeds, the sound of him being berated by the other individuals at the tavern has returned.
The sound of all of the vicious insults both harsh, inquisitive, spoiled, and humored was interrupted by a lone brutish voice, coming from the bartender.
"Ah quiet down you bunch of circlejerk fake rich pricks"
The entire tavern quieted as they all turned their heads to the bartender in slight shock.
"Since when was I serving a bunch of spoiled noble brats who judge others as if they're better than they're."
"Tell me if your all so much better than him, then lets see what face, what eyes the nobles uptown look at you with."
"Insulting others and treating them as beneath us is a behavior only reserved for spoiled nobles, for people like us to do the same even though we've experienced such discrimination ourselves is nothing short of disgusting."
All the individuals of the tavern stared down at the floor in shame as they reflected on the actions they displayed.
Then people began to walk up from their table to the man sprawled on the floor to help aid him in any way they could.
But before they could fully reach him, words came out of the man sprawled on the floor.
"Finally, enough mana…"
The man began ripping his shirt off, fully revealing the wound which socked and grimaced the faces of everyone in the tavern.
Values then began tying his shirt on his wound creating a tourniquet blocking the wound from spilling out any more blood.
He than began to whisper his strategy to himself in order to keep himself conscious.
"Imagine the qi pathway structure and connect it to my heart…"
"Send the mana in the empty zone within the newly created pathways toward my heart…"
"Let my heart absorb the mana slowly…"
"More…"
"More…"
"Just a little more time…"
"Mana is now infused in my heart, send the mana from heart through all of my newly created pathways, and then back towards my heart"
"Good im healing from my fake qi circulation technique, now finally, the tang sect rejuvenation technique"
"Circulate the qi and then send it all in waves throughout my entire body while taking parts of those waves that are in the same spot as the pathways and resending them back into the pathways."
"Repeat the process, over and over again, clash my mana with the raw mana going inside, and then circulate my mana and then sending it in waves and back into my pathways."
"Again and again and again and…again"
"Tang sect rejuvenation technique Zhènxīng"
'Its way weaker than the qi version…but it worked, my wound is already closed up, my headache is slightly taken away, my skin is clearer and muscles slightly repaired and finally I have a little bit of stamina,'
Everyone in the tavern looked at the man in shock as he began to get up with his body looking slightly more healed than before.
"A…are you a healer class?" the bartender asked in complete bewilderment.
"I don't have any coin, but i need a bath, I can work for free, for a couple of days if need be"
The bartender was still in shock but quickly slapped herself out of it.
"Of course right away"
"Men quickly prepare a bath for this young man"
"Yes mam"
Values shepherd had survived, with only seconds to spare he survived, without passing out and turning into a necromancer's slave, he survived.
There he laid in a bath in one of the prepared rooms in the tavern.
Still exhausted, he forced himself awake until he eventually asked to sleep in one of the taverns inn rooms for a night of which the bartender agreed.
There he laid on his body slumped and completely exhausted, he then finally passed out.
Values would awake in his room with breakfast at the side of his bed on top of a drawer still steaming hot.
He looked at the food and then himself.
He then decided to recollect his thoughts, reflecting on all of the knowledge that he had at his disposal, mainly existential.
"My name is Valeus Shepherd, The names of the locations in this world and this system power called mana…"
"This world is all too similar, pretty much exactly like a novel I read when I was younger…"
"I was told that it was written by an unknown mysterious scribe back during my time in the palace…how curious."
"Was this world created from that novel, or was it the other way around, and who was that scribe who wrote that novel, how did he come up with all these ideas…"
Thousands and more some of questions continuously flowed through my mind as I tried to deduce what was real and what wasn't.
"In any case, whatever the reason, whether real or not, I exist here, and so I must adapt."
"Like I always have."
"First on the agenda is, recollecting my thoughts on my knowledge from my identity as Valeus shepherd from both this timeline and the future timeline."
"Then I should do the same for my identity as the heavenly demon Jie Zhou Guang."