Chapter 2256: Chapter 2256: Medicine Shocks the World (41)

The man was dragged ashore by the Evil Spirit, losing his temporary body, now he appeared as himself.

He wasn’t as ordinary as the body he used, and was actually quite handsome.

The man crouched on all fours, retreating in fear, staying far away from the River of Forgetfulness, lacking any trace of the aura of a big shot.

"Now, tell me... how can we resolve the thing inside Jing Po’s body?"

Even as a Spiritual Body, the man was gasping heavily, as if unable to breathe.

Upon hearing Chuzheng’s question, he calmed down slightly and stubbornly said, "You think I’ll tell you?"

It was his bargaining chip; how could he possibly reveal it?

Chuzheng didn’t want to waste any words and commanded the Evil Spirit, "Throw him in."

The Evil Spirit was very pleased to execute the orders, grabbing the man’s arms and legs, and swiftly tossed him into the River of Forgetfulness.

Man: "..."

He was pressed into the River of Forgetfulness by the Evil Spirit, and the soul-tearing pain surged through him again.

Desperately, he tried to swim upwards, but the surrounding weight made it impossible to reach the surface.

Unknown how long had passed, the heavy feeling disappeared from his limbs, and the man suddenly emerged from the water.

Wham!

Whoosh!

"Now do you want to talk?" Chuzheng stood on the shore, looking down at him.

The man glanced up at the shore in embarrassment, gritting his teeth, "No!"

Chuzheng instructed the Evil Spirit to watch him until he was willing to talk, then fish him out.

The Evil Spirits cheered and pushed the man back into the water.

Gurgle——

Gurgling——

-

After a day and night of torment, the man finally gave in. When he was dragged before Chuzheng, he was almost a puddle of mud.

"Speak."

The man weakly asked, "Will you let me go?"

He had hardly escaped, and hadn’t completed his grand plan; how could he fall here?

"What do you think?"

"..."

He thought not.

Then he didn’t want to say anything.

But now was not the time for him to negotiate.

The man could only confess about Jing Po.

If he died, Jing Po wouldn’t die immediately, but those things wouldn’t disappear either. freⅇ

Moreover, the time for symptoms to manifest would accelerate, and soon he’d meet death.

"Can you undo it?"

"No." The man gasped, "I was meant to control him. Once I’m in his body, the powers will naturally be mine to use. Why should I think of how to undo it?"

Chuzheng: "..."

This was very displeasing.

Coveting someone else’s body is one thing; why lust after the Good Person Card’s?

Is that something you can covet?

You rotten thing!

Chuzheng paced irritably, then squatted down and asked him about the elixir Jing Po had made.

The man evidently didn’t know Jing Po had already concocted an antidote.

"I... don’t know."

"You created this, and you don’t know? Is your brain made of tofu?" Chuzheng kicked him in anger.

The kicked individual: "..."

He never intended to undo this thing, how could he know!!

Chuzheng pointed with her slender finger, her tone sinister, "Throw him in."

"!!!"

He already said, why throw him in again?

-

Chuzheng returned to the altar, where Jing Po sat at its edge, examining the elixir he had crafted.

Glancing at Chuzheng’s shadow from the corner of his eye, he quickly put the elixir back into the bottle, tucking it into the nearby box.

The youth obediently asked, "Did he talk?"

"Yes." But it wasn’t very useful.

Upon learning what the man said, Jing Po was unsurprised: "Now there’s only this one way. Let me give it a try."

"..."

Chuzheng exhaled deeply and nodded.

...At worst, it’s just rewinding, or something more of a reset in the other realm.

Jing Po chose to begin at night; Chuzheng did not object. At night, she dispersed all Evil Spirits to guard around and used Yin Xian to create a layer of defense.

"I’m watching you, don’t be afraid."

Jing Po replied firmly, "Hmm, I’m not afraid."

Chuzheng gave him a kiss, stepped back to make space.

Jing Po held the bottle containing the elixir, bowed his head to look at it for a while, then suddenly ran towards Chuzheng, embracing her, proactively meeting her lips.

They indulged in lingering affection for quite a while; the youth released Chuzheng, returned to his original spot, poured out the elixir in the bottle, and swallowed it whole.

The elixir needed time to work inside the body; Jing Po initially felt nothing.

But soon, heat spread through his limbs.

Initially bearable, it eventually felt like someone was baking him with fire.

The heat radiating from deep inside his body felt like it could melt him.

So hot...

Increasingly hot, his eyesight became blurry, constantly overlapping, until eventually he couldn’t see anything.

Hot...

So hot...

At this moment, Jing Po had only one thought.

How long passed was unknown, the Demonic Qi within began to roam, akin to its usual flare-ups.

Not only heat but pain began in his body.

Meridians, flesh, and bones felt as though being scraped by a knife.

The scorching heat swept through those places, becoming more painful, until Jing Po lost consciousness.

He didn’t know where he was, his awareness drifting and floating, lightweight.

Dead?

Is this what being dead feels like?

But he doesn’t want to die...

I don’t want to die...

He doesn’t want to die!!

-

Chuzheng watched over Jing Po until dawn.

He now lay peacefully, eyes shut, as if merely asleep, without a sound.

Aside from initially showing slight pain, he had maintained this state.

Brilliant golden sunlight bathed the altar, enveloping their figures, casting an elongated shadow on the ground, swaying with the sun’s movement.

As night fell, the youth remained nonresponsive.

In the following days, Jing Po showed no vital signs of trouble, but did not awaken.

Chuzheng waited two days, placing Jing Po back in the coffin, and took him away from here.

-

Jueyi Tower.

Healers are kind-hearted, inscribed with the four great words outside Jueyi Tower.

The Jiuzhou Continent is in trouble now, and most disciples from Jueyi Tower have left to provide assistance ahead.

The cultivation level of Jueyi Tower’s disciples isn’t high; as healers, they manage to protect themselves only.

Thus, when someone breaks in, they hardly could resist.

"Tower Master!! Someone intruded!" A disciple frantically rushed to the Tower Master’s residence to report: "Injured many of our brothers!"

"Who?" The Tower Master couldn’t spare time from refining elixir pills.

"Seems to be that Chen Yin." The reporting disciple hadn’t seen her, but the reputed coffin was widely discussed; who else would drag around a coffin?

"Chen Yin?" The Tower Master felt bewildered.

Does Jueyi Tower have any grievance with Chen Yin? Why would she suddenly storm in?

"It should be her."

"Why has she come?"

"Don’t... know." The reporting disciple looked like he would cry.

This is the Jiuzhou Continent’s Demon Head; who knows her insanity?

The Tower Master dared not delay, "Let’s go see... cough cough cough!"

"Tower Master, are you alright?"

The Tower Master swallowed two elixir pills, "No worries, let’s go."

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