Death... and me

The Sixth Form of Life Style wasn't as good as the Second Form when it came to raw healing power. After all, Rean was in direct contact with the target when the Second Form was used. However, this one could heal everyone inside the aura's range. Since so many cultivators were gathered around him, Rean was now healing hundreds of them at once!

Of course, it took some time to finish every one. Rean's Healing Aura took at least thirty minutes to close the cultivators' wounds and stabilize their conditions. It's just that none of their crippled parts, if they had any, was regrown.

"Phew…" Rean then sat down and began to recover his Divine Energy.

Little did he notice that Hakzuax was looking at him from behind with his eyes wide open. "How the hell can you do that?!"

Rean was taken aback and immediately looked back, responding, "Oh, Senior Hakzuax. It's possible because I have Light Element Affinity, that's all. Besides, it's not like you don't have a healing ability of your own that could affect a wide area, right? There's no need to look this shocked."

Hakzuax immediately shook his head, saying, "I do have it, but it's far from being as effective as your own! It's totally better for me to heal one person each time than trying to heal many at once. But you… you can definitely do that without a problem. Sure, it takes longer than a single person, but the total range makes up for it many times over. Is Light Element Affinity really that overpowered?"

Rean shrugged his shoulders, responding, "I don't know. I've never seen another Light Element Affinity cultivator to compare."

Hakzuax pondered in silence for a bit before coming to a conclusion. "Alright, we need to optimize this ability of yours. Here, take this." Hakzuax then threw a spatial ring with hundreds of Rank One Divine Stones. "Use them to recover your energy faster. Meanwhile, I'll have my people separate the injured by the degree of the injury and their cultivation. I noticed that your Healing Aura finished healing, and the remaining healing power was wasted on those people who didn't need it anymore. That's obviously the difference in injuries and cultivation playing its part."

Rean was happy to hear that, saying, "That's good then. By the way, Senior Hakzuax, will my War Points be correctly calculated when I raise my hands? I'm healing a lot of people at once, after all."

Hakzuax had to admit Rean was right. "Very well. I'll prepare a specific place where you will use this ability of yours. From what I could see, you can heal around two hundred or so cultivators at the same time. With that said, the area I mentioned will always have two hundred cultivators. That means you'll get two hundred points each time."

Rean was happy to hear that. "Great! Please prepare it for me, then."

Suddenly, a soldier arrived by Hakzuax before saying, "Hakzuax, we need healing cultivators for a regiment attack in one hour. The attack will contain one hundred thousand cultivators, so we need at least a thousand healing specialists."

"A thousand?!" Hakzuax's expression turned dark after hearing that. "How many times do I need to tell you this? The ratio of normal cultivators and healing cultivators is not even close to one to a hundred. How do you expect me to get everyone back on their feet?"

"We don't," the soldier replied straight away. "The injured cultivators are not the priority as they can't offer any help. Just do what we say and send a thousand healing cultivators over." The soldier then left without even waiting for an answer."

"Bastards!" Hakzuax was fuming. But in the end, he had to comply. "Whatever, at least the healing cultivators will be staying behind."

Hakzuax then looked at Rean and said, "You can forget about joining the battlefront, though. I want you to stay here for as long as possible as you can definitely help much more here."

Rean didn't mind. One, he would indeed save a lot more lives here. Two, he would get 200 points for each healing session. He absolutely didn't want to leave this place. "Alright, Senior Hakzuax."

Meanwhile, Roan's regiment was preparing to head to the battlefield. Roan's regiment had a total of 3592 cultivators, who used Yin Energy to manipulate Dark Element. Roan was the only one with Dark Element as his affinity, though. It turns out that regiments like Roan's were kind of a hidden card during the battles. People who used Dark Element were usually those that ambushed people or those that assassinated people for a living. They were well-versed in concealment skills and attacks that killed in one shot.

Of course, not all of them were like that, so the training the regiment received was to find out who among the group wasn't the silent type. Once those cultivators were identified, they were sent away to join other regiments. When Roan arrived here, there were over five thousand people in his regiment, but 1500 or so were relocated. Roan, of course, could be said to be one of the bests at concealing himself, so he stayed.

Roan was also happy to join this group. That's because they would join battles from unexpected positions to strike the enemies where it really hurt. That meant Roan would be able to make a lot more points like that. His training took only a single day, which was used to achieve a form of basic coordination between him and his group.

Suddenly…

"Roan Larks, come forward." The captain of the regiment got Roan to come out of the group.

Roan simply stepped out with his cold face. "What is it, Tixa?"

It turns out that the captain was a woman, not that Roan cared, though. Women were innately good with Yin Energy, so it made sense that there were many of them here.

"It's captain, idiot." Tixa obviously didn't like Roan's attitude. However, she didn't have time for that. "Whatever. I'm putting you in charge of the third group. Not only do you have Dark Element Affinity, which is something I'd kill you for if possible, but your concealment skills are also among the best."

Roan shook his head, telling her, "I only care about the War Points, so choose someone else."