125 The Heart of the Powerful Ones

Jiang Chen became serious. He had saved the day by disclosing the secret that Ning Haotian's holy pulses were disappearing, while his were growing.

He had intentionally resigned himself to telling people his holy pulses were recovering. As for how many of them had recovered, or whether they had completely recovered, he didn't say a word.

However, as clever as Su Xiuyi was, of course he had noticed Jiang Chen's intentions.

"Four," Jiang Chen said.

Su Xiuyi nodded slightly and said, "You have nine holy pulses. That's the super class of holy pulses, the Holy Pulses of Nine Clouds."

Jiang Chen wasn't surprised. He knew that 'holy pulse' was only a general name, referring to meridians with holy functions. Only a few lucky people had them. Some had more and others had less, and everyone's holy pulses had different properties.

At that point, Jiang Chen was only partly enjoying the benefits of his holy pulses, only enjoying a single benefit at a time.