104 Cultivation in Pain

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.

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, nourishing 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.

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“I focus on cultivating in private,” Bai Yi immediately said.

“Me too,” Fu Chang and Qian Yu said.

“Is that so? From what I know, you are more interested in befriending others. You show off your archery skills at the Dao Exchanges. You also invite a number of Godfiend disciples to your respective cave abodes every other day,” said Marquis Heavenstar.

Fu Chang said respectfully, “Master, we will likely leave the mountain within a year. After we leave the mountain, we will fight alongside other Godfiends. Therefore, we are trying to familiarize ourselves with others in advance. It will be easier for us to work together in the future.”

“You are even talking back?” Marquis Heavenstar said coldly, “Do you know how many Godfiends are fighting elsewhere while you cultivate on Archean Mountain peacefully!? Even twenty-year-old mortals are risking their lives in the military. Yet, you are beginning to indulge yourself on the mountain. Don’t you feel ashamed?”

The three disciples didn’t dare say a word. They had only recently begun to indulge themselves. After all, it was extremely difficult for them to increase their strength when they were close to leaving the mountain. Instead, they began to befriend everyone with their statuses as Godfiend sharpshooters. Their strength was ranked among the top among the disciples that remained on the mountain. If they invited other disciples, they would feel flattered and be more than willing to attend.

After all, others were willing to befriend powerful sharpshooters.

“There’s a new disciple named Meng Chuan,” said Marquis Heavenstar.

Liu Qiyue perked up.

The other five Godfiend disciples listened obediently.