Chapter 104 - Cultivation in Pain (1/2)

Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon

The bathing pool in Meng Chuan’s cave abode.

“Lord, the water has already been heated up,” said Steward Liu respectfully.

“Remember, keep it hot. Don’t let the water turn cold,” instructed Meng Chuan. “Alright, you can leave.”

“Yes.” Steward Liu retreated.

The bathing pool was above a hypocaust. There were servants in the hypocaust that burned the firewood to maintain the water temperature.

Meng Chuan picked up a yellow gourd and pulled off its stopper. He poured a large amount of mixed powder into the bathtub. It was a medicinal herb that had been grounded and mixed up long ago. It was used as an aid for his Eighth Refinement. After emptying the gourd, the pool’s clear water immediately turned light green. He then took out three jade bottles and poured out a pill from each. He crushed the pills and scattered the remains in the water.

Thankfully, these medicinal herbs and pills can be exchanged at Archean Mountain. If I were to gather them myself, I would have a headache. Meng Chuan smiled as he put away the items.

Following that, he took out a black bottle. The bottle contained the Golden Crow baneful aura! Meng Chuan stared at it before gently removing the stopper. He took a deep breath and used his Quintessential Essence to draw the baneful aura inside out. The golden-white baneful aura flew out and entered his nose.

After absorbing two streams of baneful auras, Meng Chuan immediately placed the stopper back on the black bottle.

He executed the complementary body-tempering saber art on the spot. Using his Saber Intent, he guided his body into absorbing the baneful aura. He found his body burning up from within. Even his head was scalding hot. The Power of Essence Soul maintained his consciousness as he constantly executed the body-tempering saber art. Finally, the two wisps of Golden Crow baneful auras were absorbed by his body, and the scalding heat inside his body turned milder.

I haven’t reached my limit. I can continue refining the baneful aura. Meng Chuan picked up the black bottle and removed the stopper again. Another two streams of golden-white baneful auras entered his body through his nostrils.

By the time he finished absorbing all the Golden Crow baneful aura within the bottle, Meng Chuan still hadn’t reached his limit. However, he didn’t dare continue.

It’s already enough to refine a bottle of Golden Crow baneful aura each time. If I absorb too much, my body probably won’t be able to withstand it.

He immediately took off his clothes and entered the bathing pool.

As Meng Chuan sat against a stone wall, the scalding herbal bath’s medicinal essence seeped into his body. It entered his bones and muscles, gradually stirring the Golden Crow baneful aura he had absorbed, catalyzing its fusion with his body.

After he absorbed the raging Golden Crow baneful aura, it began damaging his body. However, the micro-structures within his body were instantly destroyed before they could even transmit the pain. A bottle of Golden Crow baneful aura only had nine streams worth of baneful aura. According to the manual, absorbing the baneful aura all at once would only cause heavy injuries to somebody who had completed the Seventh Refinement. Death wasn’t possible.

If he absorbed too much, his body would really collapse. The medicinal effects of the bathtub seeped into his body, nouris.h.i.+ng the damaged areas. One caused damage while the other restored him.

Meng Chuan felt like countless ants drilled into his bone marrow and flesh. The pain caused his body to spasm uncontrollably. His skin flushed red, and his veins protruded. The pain overwhelmed him instantly. His eyes were red as he grabbed a towel—that he had prepared earlier—and stuffed it into his mouth.

He bit the towel and let out a painful groan.

Bear with it. Bear with it. It’s only pain. It’s nothing life-threatening.

If he didn’t have the medicinal bath to aid his cultivation, most of his body would be injured. Even if he didn’t feel much pain, how was he to treat them? Archean Mountain would have to pay a great price to heal him, and it would take him half a year to recover completely. It was stupid to waste half a year absorbing a bottle of Golden Crow baneful aura. The Eighth Refinement required a total of 120 bottles of Golden Crow baneful aura. He couldn’t spend sixty years on the Eighth Refinement.

The only way to cultivate the Eighth Refinement was to use a herbal bath. Although it was extremely painful, it minimized the damage. Furthermore, it constantly healed him, allowing him to be full of vigor the next day.

Bear with it. Bear with it. Meng Chuan bit the towel and gripped the bathtub walls with both hands. His fingers left marks on the stone wall; blood flowed from his shattered fingernails into the pool.

He recalled the scenes of demons invading Eastcalm Prefecture. Scenes of parents using their lives to protect their children, only to end up slaughtered. In order to protect the family clan’s juniors, Third Elder stood in between them and the demons, only to be killed by the demons. Facing the demons, the entire Blazing Sun Dao Academy was on the verge of collapse.

Only strength!

Only if he had strength could he kill demons and save people.

I want to become stronger!

What’s this bit of pain? Rather than being helpless and regretful when the time comes, I’d rather suffer more while on Archean Mountain. I want to become stronger! The stronger I become, the better! Pain? Come on, let the pain strike harder! Meng Chuan’s eyes were burning with madness. He bit the towel, and blood appeared on the towel.

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At night, Marquis Heavenstar was teaching.

Liu Qiyue and six other disciples listened carefully.