Chapter 4: Drug Slaves

He knows that in such circumstances, saying anything is futile. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, no one will reason with you. He understands that if he does not adapt to this world, he will soon become a neglected skeleton, and no one will pity him

As soon as this statement was made by the drug addict, the other addicts fell silent one by one, the thought of suicide seemingly dispelled, all of them suppressing the fear within, silently reminding themselves that they must endure.

As he observed Shiyan growing stronger day by day, Johnson felt a subtle unease. Every time he caught a glimpse of Shiyan's calm gaze, which carried a hint of chill, Johnson couldn't shake the feeling that this young man could become a threat. However, he dared not defy Karu's orders and could only provide Shiyan with ample food without any withholding.

After consuming a total of 12 servings of food, Shiyan finally paused his actions, rolled the last grain of rice at the corner of his mouth and swallowed it, ignoring the astonished gazes of the nearby drug slaves, and slowly closed his eyes

Only this person, just now when looking at him, showed neither a trace of fear nor the expected hatred, but rather an unusual calmness, a calmness that carried a hint of chill.

The old man's gaze wandered restlessly, occasionally landing on those martial artists indulging in gluttony, revealing a chilling and thought-provoking expression. Each martial artist who caught his eye would undergo a drastic change in complexion, falling silent as if struck by fear, seemingly terrified of him

Shi Yan, who has some understanding of the basics of Qigong, knows the difference between the small and large circulations. The small circulation only traverses the Ren and Du meridians, without involving the twelve primary meridians or the other six extraordinary meridians. However, the large circulation not only encompasses the twelve primary meridians but also includes the six additional extraordinary meridians, making it extremely challenging

The numerous warriors chuckled awkwardly as they put away the unfinished food in their hands, repeatedly saying, "We have eaten well, we have eaten well"

Have you finished eating? If you have, let's continue on our way. Mo Yanyu, holding a stone, walked over from the thicket with a cold expression.

He clearly sensed a significant strength within his body, and the once heavy shackles, which felt as burdensome as a mountain, had long ceased to be a considerable burden for him

Another person has died, within six days, two individuals have already died as a result of the drug trial

He greatly enjoys the fearful gazes that others display when they look at him, as it gives him a wonderful sense of being the master of their lives

Shiyan only speaks when resting or eating, and each time it is to request food. Under the instructions of Master Karu, this request is always fulfilled.

"Rather than dying this way, it would be better to commit suicide. Living without hope, we are destined to be like them"

Throughout this journey, many disobedient drug slaves were initially "taken care of" by him. Due to his brutal and vicious methods, two drug slaves were beaten to death under his "care" before undergoing the Karu drug test. When all the drug slaves looked at him, the expressions in their eyes revealed nothing but two kinds of feelings

That calm gaze gave Johnson a strange illusion that he had become someone else's prey, which made him quite uncomfortable. However, since Shiyan was honestly moving forward, he couldn't find an excuse to lash out and had to let it go. Yet, deep down, he silently vowed to make sure that this kid he would "take care of" later would show him a look of fear.

Food for twelve people is rapidly digested in his stomach, his body resembling a bottomless pit, yet also the most precise instrument, grinding and breaking down the food one by one, transforming it into nutrients for his blood vessels, bones, organs, and muscle cells, allowing his originally frail body to quietly grow stronger.

The gentle flow of water, the lush shade of green trees, a land dragon is drinking at the edge of the clear stream, its body adorned with various packages of different sizes

The food consumed transforms into nutrients for the body, gradually strengthening him. The faint essence that exists within him has, under the continuous operation and flow day and night over these few days, surprisingly doubled in strength

The wound on his chest had healed long ago; such a long incision took only a day and a half to heal, leaving no scar at all. This was truly miraculous, making him realize that he was indeed different from before

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Indeed, it is a warrior! Mo Yanyu affirmed

Inside a sedan chair on the back of a giant earthworm, an elderly man with a cold expression is dressed in a long robe of black and gray. The chest of the robe is embroidered with five exquisite white medicine bottles. The old man is thin and wears a hair crown, looking down from a height at those shackled individuals, as if selecting pigs and sheep for slaughter.

Shiyan felt a pervasive numbness throughout his body, watching the situation unfold with cold indifference, remaining silent.

It is evident that Shiyan not only digested those inferior foods but also transformed them into the nutrients that strengthened his body

He has only mastered the Ren and Du meridians among the twelve primary channels and eight extraordinary vessels, allowing him to perform the small circulation, while the great circulation is difficult to achieve. From the memory of another stone rock, he also knows that only martial artists in the innate realm can achieve unobstructed flow through the twelve primary channels and eight extraordinary vessels, thereby enabling the great circulation.

A nearly two-meter tall, heavily built bald man arrived, responding with a grunt. He swiftly retrieved a brand new pair of shackles from the ground and roughly clamped them onto Shiyan's hands and feet, showing no concern for whether Shiyan would feel pain.

He is indeed frail, but within him resides vital energy..." Mo Yanyu explained

This person seems to lack any awareness of being a prisoner of lower status, whether due to an inability to discern the situation or for some other reason

The changes in Shiyan's body made Master Karu very pleased. This, along with the permission granted by the eerie-eyed old man in the illustrated book, allowed Shiyan to eat freely and boldly, with the stipulation that he must be given as much as he can eat, not a single bit less.

"Rest assured, Master." Mo Yan's dark eyebrows furrowed with a fierce expression as she lightly scolded, "Johnson, what are you still dawdling for? Hurry up and put shackles on this guy's hands and feet!"

Shiyan, whose body was emaciated to the point of being just skin and bones, surprisingly became somewhat stronger in just a few days. Although the improvement was not particularly obvious, keen observers among the martial artists noticed this phenomenon

Shiyan did not respond, but instead looked at Johnson with an unusual calmness for a few seconds. Only after Johnson raised the whip again did he slowly and laboriously follow the drug slave ahead, feeling as if each step weighed a thousand pounds, requiring a tremendous amount of effort.

"Rest assured, Master, we will continue to provide you with more drug slaves on the way." Mo Yanyu said with a serious expression, casually throwing Shiyan to the ground, and smiled, "Look, isn't this just another drug slave added?"

Suddenly, his back was struck fiercely by a whip; the blow came with great speed and force, leaving his back torn and raw, causing a searing pain. Turning around, he discovered a burly man named Johnson, holding the whip, looking at him with a sinister grin.

Fortunately, Johnson was aware of Karu's methods, which gave him some reassurance, secretly hoping that Karu would take action soon

I saw that even before the person had died, their body had already begun to decay, a sight too horrific to bear

Soon, those warriors discovered that Shiyan had an extraordinary appetite; he even relished the inferior food specifically meant for the medicine slaves. The amount of food he consumed for the first time was roughly equivalent to the total intake of seven medicine slaves. Subsequently, with each passing day, his food consumption increased by one portion, and there was a trend of further increase.

After Shi Yan turned around, Johnson's wild laughter gradually faded, revealing a strange expression instead

Shiyan was not discouraged; he knew that as long as the essence within him was strong enough, it would be possible to unblock all these obstructed meridians sooner or later.

Mo Yan's expression was stern, showing clear impatience. When he finally reached the old man's side, he forced a smile and said, "Master Karu, I trust you have also finished your meal?"

The faint essence within the body flowed slowly, and the numbness in the hands and feet had improved significantly after this period of rest. However, the additional shackles on his limbs weighed him down, making his still-recovering body feel as if it were carrying an iron mountain, rendering his movements arduous.

"This is more like it." Karu laughed ominously, beginning to scrutinize Shiyan more carefully. After a long while, he slowly nodded and said, "Very well, Miss Mo, feed him well. I want him to become strong first. An injured warrior cannot withstand my torment; if he dies from weakness too soon, it would be a tremendous waste.

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Even Johnson, who wanted to teach Shiyan a good lesson, found it difficult to come up with an excuse to deal with him. Shiyan was simply too cooperative, so much so that Johnson felt it was unreasonable, yet he could not figure out the reason behind it.

"Johnson, make sure to take good care of him and don't let him fall behind the team." Mo Yanyu glared at Shiyan with hatred, then headed straight to the front of the team, seemingly unwilling to stay beside Shiyan for even a second

Do not commit suicide! If we die by suicide, our loved ones will not receive even a blue crystal coin! Sigh... Let us endure; if we survive for six months, we will be free and will also receive a sum of money. For the sake of my wife and children, we must continue to persevere!

Warrior? Karu's eyes brightened, clearly showing a hint of interest

Hmm. Karu nodded indifferently, his gaze slithering over Shiyan's body like a venomous snake, and he frowned, saying: "This kid is so thin, I fear he won't last a few days, will he"

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"Miss, rest assured, this is my specialty," the bald man Johnson said with a sinister grin, pounding his chest in assurance.

Only he himself is aware of the tremendous changes that have occurred in his body within these few short days; he can clearly feel and experience this change at every moment.

In the following days, Shiyan remained taciturn yet exceedingly cooperative, moving when instructed and stopping when told, offering no resistance whatsoever, nor displaying any emotion, seemingly indifferent to the events around him. Among the uncooperative drug slaves, Shiyan appeared distinctly different.

Damn drug addict! Hurry up and leave! Do you want another whip?" Johnson grinned and laughed heartily

The warrior of the Han dynasty donned heavy armor, with his muscular physique exposed beneath it, bulging with astonishing explosive power. The dark armor he wore seemed weightless on him, having no effect on his speed.

Either fear or deep-seated hatred

Bang!

The old man nodded coldly and grunted, "Miss Mo, there are still three months' journey to the Merchant Alliance, but the number of medicine slaves you have brought is only sixteen. I fear we may not last until we reach the Merchant Alliance..."

With his mind focused, he clearly sensed the essence within his body, naturally beginning from the lower dantian, ascending along the Governing Vessel and descending along the Conception Vessel, passing through the Three Passes to connect the Ren and Du vessels, allowing the heart and kidneys to intersect, and the water and fire to harmonize. After completing a small microcosmic orbit, the essence within him grew stronger once again.

Beside the earth dragon, a dozen or so robust martial artists were indulging in a feast, enjoying their meal with great delight while discussing topics unsuitable for children. Behind the earth dragon, there were also a dozen or so emaciated individuals, all shackled with heavy chains on their hands and feet, squatting on the ground with vacant expressions, staring down as they consumed the nutritionally poor food.

This left many martial artists in disbelief; they could not understand how Shi Yan's frail body could accommodate so much food. Initially, these individuals were concerned that Shi Yan would be unable to digest it all, but they soon realized they were mistaken