Chapter 6: Never Give Up

Two completely different voices echoed in Mu Xian's mind, and the expression on Mu Xian's face also changed unpredictably

in unbearable pain

The blue powder, upon contact with the pink liquid in the wooden bowl, emitted a dazzling purple glow, reminiscent of lavender in the spring fields, as it scattered into the pink solution

However, when Mu Xian's gaze fell upon the wooden bowl, a satisfied smile appeared on his face

The muscles and bones of the entire body have undergone a tremendous transformation, as if they have been tempered through countless trials, with both explosive power and endurance being greatly enhanced

"How can it be so painful? I fear that being flayed alive or cut in half would be no different, would it?"

Mu Xian gently circulated the spiritual energy within her body, and the starlight blue in her palm similarly transformed into powder, falling like scattered stars from her fingertips into the wooden bowl

Two incense sticks

Very painful

A few minutes later, Mu Xian opened his eyes again and noticed that his arm was still experiencing waves of pain. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile wryly, realizing that the physical strength of this body was still too weak.

When the Flame Demon Tiger let out a final mournful cry and completely sank into the wooden bowl, Mu Xian finally ceased his movements, placing the wooden bowl down onto the flat stone slab.

Is there anything more terrifying than death? For someone who has already died once, what does a little pain matter?

Pain

With a resounding "boom," Mu Xian's body crashed heavily against a towering ancient tree. In the wake of this tremendous impact, Mu Xian felt as though his bones were shattering.

At first glance, Mu Xian almost couldn't help but burst into laughter

At this moment, the liquid in the wooden bowl has turned a bright crimson, its surface shimmering with a dazzling brilliance akin to that of a gemstone

It took Mu Xian a full half of an incense stick's time to completely clear away the weeds around the ironwood forest, and by this time, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead

Mu Xian smiled slightly and took out a herb from his sleeve once again. It was one of the herbs he had casually picked before entering the forest, known as Starry Blue, used for preparing the Xiaoyuan potion.

Fearing that she might faint, Mu Xian did not hesitate to throw another Tiger Blood Pill into her mouth, and only then did she sit cross-legged to regulate her breathing

However, there was not a trace of fatigue on Mu Xian's face; instead, it revealed an unmistakable expression of excitement.

The atrophied or blocked meridians within the body have all been unblocked, now expanded to more than ten times their previous width, nearly two to three times that of an ordinary person's meridians. In terms of resilience, they are far beyond what an ordinary person can aspire to.

Mu Xian's mind cleared for only a moment, before being overwhelmed by a more intense wave of pain, causing his body to leap and collide against a massive rock behind him

Severe pain

The muscles of the body feel as if they are being scraped by thousands of knives, and it is as if countless ants are gnawing at them

However, Mu Xian could feel that the situation within his body was undergoing earth-shattering changes. The meridians within him were continuously widening and strengthening through repeated tearing and reorganization. The sweat pores on his body were also expelling the stagnant blood within him, opening and closing repeatedly, as strands of black, dirt-like liquid were forcefully squeezed out from his body.

No, I cannot give up on myself. As long as I continue to persevere, I have hope for success. If I were to give up, there would be no hope at all. I absolutely cannot give up on myself

At a critical moment, Mu Xian took a deep breath, suppressing his cry of despair, then controlled his breathing and began to frantically absorb the sudden surge of energy within his body, refining it.

Whether one's physical condition can improve hinges on this crucial moment. Mu Xian's lips moved slightly as spiritual energy began to spread between his hands

Several times, Mu Xian nearly fainted, but he dared not lose consciousness, for he knew that what he lacked most at this moment was time. If he could not even endure this kind of pain, then the idea of gaining the strength for self-preservation in a short period would be nothing more than a pipe dream.

Mu Xian not only dared not let himself faint, but he also gradually manipulated the medicinal power within his body with his spiritual consciousness, allowing the effective medicinal power to fully act on the meridians in his body

Mu Xian's original body was exceptionally frail, surrounded by a sense of death, and could have perished at any moment. Now, however, he is strong and robust, with vitality like a rainbow, and his essence and blood are more vigorous than ever.

A stick of incense

The meridians can be said to be the most vulnerable points of the human body, distributed throughout the entire body, from head to toe, from the inside out. The transformation of each meridian signifies that Mu Xian must endure a severe punishment.

A resounding voice suddenly echoed through the ancient forest, awakening Mu Xian, who was immersed in extreme joy

Immediately afterward, Mu Xian took out a Tiger Blood Pill from his sleeve, crushed it, and threw it into the wooden bowl

... ... ''

At this moment, Mu Xian was completely soaked, his face as pale as death. He bent over, gasping heavily for breath, and his hands trembled and twitched incessantly due to the previous intense exercise, the soreness making him grimace.

Three incense sticks

Mu Xian's entire body suddenly tensed up, a chilling sensation as if being targeted by a venomous snake swept over him.

As the medicinal power was refined, Mu Xian's meridians were torn into fragments time and again, only to be reassembled repeatedly. Streams of crimson blood surged from various parts of Mu Xian's body, making him appear almost like a figure made of blood

In the next moment, Mu Xian's consciousness had already intervened in the reaction of the solution in the wooden bowl. With a flip of his hand, the wooden bowl was in his grasp, and then, with the vibrations of his wrist, the wooden bowl transformed into a series of ethereal phantoms.

With a loud thud, Mu Xian collapsed to the ground, curling up into a ball. Vivid red blood continuously gushed from various parts of his body, as the veins within him were repeatedly destroyed and reformed. These veins formed an iron net throughout his body, incessantly stimulating Mu Xian's nerves, causing him unbearable pain

Until a dull sound resonated within Mu Xian, every pore in his body opened completely, a feeling of unparalleled comfort filled every corner of his being. Only then did Mu Xian's tightly shut eyes slowly open, revealing dark pupils that were as sharp as a sword's light.

Aow

scoff

In an instant, a terrifying surge of energy galloped through Mu Xian's body like a runaway stallion, tearing at his meridians. Mu Xian opened his mouth, about to let out a scream, while at the same time, the muscles in his face convulsed violently, with veins bulging on his forehead as if they were about to explode.

Mu Xian gradually lost track of time and also forgot the pain. He only knew that he was using his spiritual consciousness to control the medicinal power within him, repeatedly cleansing his meridians.

With a dull thud, Mu Xian felt as if all the bones in his back had shattered, yet this also made him feel a bit more alert.

In the next moment, Mu Xian gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and drew a long scar across his own wrist. Then, fragrant blood began to flow from the wound, dripping into the wooden bowl.

Having completed all of this, Mu Xian finally let out a gentle sigh. He tossed a Tiger Blood Pill into his mouth and began to sit cross-legged on the spot to regulate his breathing

Slowly, the image of a blazing flame demon tiger sprang out from the wooden bowl in Mu Xian's hand. It struggled and roared incessantly, attempting to break free from the bowl. However, each time it was on the verge of leaping out, red threads of blood would shoot out from the bowl, tightly wrapping around its body.

Enduring the agony of wanting to roar, Mu Xian rolled vigorously on the ground, using the physical pain to numb the pain of his nerves

No, I can't take it anymore. This pain is completely beyond what a human can endure. Perhaps I have not yet completed the transformation of my meridians; I feel as if I am already dying from the pain.

Through his mental focus, Mu Xian was even able to perceive that the impurities within his flesh and bones were being gradually eliminated. His muscles became extremely flexible, his bones grew even sturdier, and the primordial energy within him unknowingly increased by more than twofold

Moments later, Mu Xian clasped his hands together, and the seven leaves of ironwood had already turned to powder, which Mu Xian then poured into the wooden bowl before him

A series of crackling sounds emanated from the wooden bowl, as one bubble after another rose from the solution. At the same time, a rich and unusual fragrance wafted from the wooden bowl, quickly dispersing into the air

The issue of medicinal conflicts has been perfectly resolved, the troubles of being born with a congenital meridian deficiency have been completely eradicated, and the level of cultivation has also been elevated by two tiers; the suffering endured this time is indeed worth every bit of it. Feeling the vigorous vitality blossoming within his body, Mu Xian displayed a satisfied smile.

After clearing away the weeds, the subsequent harvesting work becomes relatively much simpler

The physical body realm has reached a higher level, and unexpectedly, my martial arts cultivation has advanced from the initial stage of the physical body realm to the higher stage. It seems that the issues with my meridians have been resolved. Noticing the surging and abundant elemental energy within my body, Mu Xian's expression brightened, and he immediately began to examine the condition of his body with his spiritual consciousness.

In just a few breaths, Mu Xian had completely plucked all seven ironwood leaves from the trunk.

Each time the Flame Demon Tiger is ensnared by the red blood threads, its body shrinks by one circle

The moment the bright red blood came into contact with the gray-brown powder, a puff of pink smoke suddenly rose from the wooden bowl, and the gray-brown powder made from the leaves of the ironwood tree instantly dissolved in the bright red blood. A faintly fishy odor immediately filled Mu Xian's nostrils, which was precisely the scent of the ironwood leaves.

After gathering the leaves of the ironwood forest, Mu Xian pondered for a moment. He then took the black iron sword that originally belonged to Mu Guitu from his back, swiftly chopped off a branch from a dead tree, and with his hands moving rapidly, he soon crafted a brand new wooden bowl.

Mu Xian had only thought about resolving his own issue with the severed meridian, but he did not anticipate that solving the severed meridian problem would be such a painful experience, entirely akin to being boiled in a pot of hot oil

The intense reaction of spiritual energy took Mu Xian, who possessed only the cultivation level of the Soul Stabilization Realm, by surprise. He could only grit his teeth and use his own consciousness to tightly lock onto every subtle change in the spiritual energy within the wooden bowl, while simultaneously shaking his hands continuously to catalyze the fusion of various medicinal properties in the bowl.

The medicinal properties of the more than seventy kinds of elixirs originally stored within the body have all been digested and absorbed, and can no longer cause any harm to the body

As Mu Xian's hands moved, the crimson solution in the wooden bowl had already solidified into a mass the size of a goose egg, which directly fell into Mu Xian's mouth

The pain continues unabated, and Mu Xian is sprawled on the ground like a mass of mud, his ten fingers deeply embedded in the earth. He gasps for breath, his body convulsing rapidly, occasionally interspersed with a painful cough