Qin Yi felt that this red liquid had truly turned into magma, transforming into fire needles that drilled through his pores, wreaking havoc inside his body.
Not only that, the red liquid he accidentally ingested before also turned into fire needles, attacking him inside and out. The pain was so intense it made his vision blur, and he couldn't help but scream in agony.
Instinctively, Qin Yi wanted to leap out of the Big Cauldron, but the four Divine Beasts roamed around, and their terrifying might firmly suppressed him, making it impossible to escape.
"Help me..."
The pain was excruciating. These fire needles raced through his veins, limbs, and bones. Even more terrifying, some needles seemed intent on drilling into his bones.
Qin Yi felt like a piece of meat on a spit over a raging fire, destined to be crispy on the outside and tender inside when done.
"Qin Yi, calm your mind, refine, and absorb," Qin Mu's voice rang out.
In torment, Qin Yi's features twisted grotesquely, and the pain left him speechless. In his mind, he cursed Qin Mu a thousand times over. Easy for him to say—try sitting calmly and meditating while roasting over a fire.
"Boy, refine and absorb as soon as possible. The sooner the pain ends. Otherwise, die early and reincarnate early. Your choice," Ning Tian said mockingly.
"Let me out..."
Qin Yi roared, in utter despair and pain unlike any he had felt before.
"Boom boom...!"
Qin Yi frantically threw himself against the inner wall of the Big Cauldron, the sound like muffled thunder.
At that moment, he felt as if an invisible hand pressed on his head, pushing him into the depths of the liquid.
This hand was so powerful that no amount of struggling helped, and eventually, his whole body was submerged in the red liquid.
Qin Yi opened his mouth in a painful scream, accidentally swallowing mouthfuls of the red liquid, which instantly transformed into countless fire needles that threatened to turn his internal organs to ash.
"Much quieter this way."
Outside, Ning Tian slowly raised his hand, grinning malevolently.
Qin Yi trembled violently, his features contorted in agony.
He knew the Qilin Essence Blood was extremely precious and wanted to refine and absorb it. But now, forget about energy movement to refine and absorb; he would be fortunate simply not to faint from the pain.
"Damn it, I'll fight you to the end."
Roaring inwardly, Qin Yi convulsed as he sat down cross-legged, beginning to push his cultivation.
But in the next second, he nearly cried.
After being tormented by Ning Tian, he was half-dead, his cultivation completely depleted, his body utterly hollow.
In other words, to refine and absorb the Qilin Essence Blood, he first had to meditate and recover to peak condition.
Ning Tian, that pervert, must have done this on purpose.
Damn it, let me show you an indomitable spirit amidst flames.
Relying on his unparalleled physical strength, Qin Yi sat cross-legged and began breathing control meditation.
However, at this moment, Qin Yi was akin to one of those dashboard ornaments, except that his entire body quaked instead of just his head bobbing.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down and begin recovery.
But these fire needles seemed relentless, ravaging inside and out, making it impossible for him to manage his breath and restore his cultivation.
Again... Qin Yi's teeth ground with a loud crunch, nearly shattering as he held his breath and concentrated. Yet he failed again.
It was like being roasted over a fire, expected to remain calm; this was too much.
Once... three times... ten times...
Qin Yi lost track of how many attempts he made, how many methods he tried, incessantly failing to find peace and resume energy movement breathing control.
Compared to this agony, being sliced to death or burned alive seemed mild.
Unable to endure anymore, he struggled to stand, only to be suppressed by an invisible force, unable to rise.
Finally, he couldn't withstand it anymore and blacked out.
But the next second, he awoke again.
In this kind of pain, even fainting was a luxury.
"Is this kid even capable?" Outside the cauldron, Ning Tian stretched his neck to peek, his voice mocking but his eyes betraying concern.
Qin Mu said, "He can do it, he's trying."
"But he's failed every time."
"Isn't failure the mother of success?" Qin Mu laughed.
"Bull, what a poisonous mother that is, must be a stepmother."
Qin Mu smiled, "Let's go, have a drink."
"You still feel like drinking? What about the kid?"
"Success is no accident. Among the masses, some become stepping stones, others sculpted into statues. Stepping stones are trodden daily, statues worshipped daily. The world laments for stepping stones, not realizing they endure just four cuts, while statues need thousands of slashes to take form."
"To achieve greatness, one must endure suffering. If he can't bear this pain, how can he talk about saving the world?"
Ning Tian nodded, then shook his head, "I think you're wrong."
"How so?" Qin Mu asked.
"You say statues are worshipped because they endure thousands of cuts, but what about chopping boards? They endure countless cuts daily and aren't worshipped by anyone."
Qin Mu: "..."
"Come here, I have a secret to share."
Ning Tian turned and ran. What a joke! Not stupid. After all this time together, he could tell Qin Mu wasn't up to any good.
"Old Qin, I know what you want to eat the moment you move. You want to hit me because you can't argue? Not a chance."
Qin Mu's mouth twitched, "You can't reason, but you're the best at arguing. Fine, we'll throw reason aside: fists are justice. Let me turn you into a chopping board to experience some slicing, then you'll understand why chopping boards aren't worshipped."
In a flash, Qin Mu disappeared from where he stood.
Soon, a wailing cry could be heard from the distance.
...
...
"Glug glug...!"
The crimson liquid in the Big Cauldron bubbled and burst.
Qin Yi finally succeeded, frantically practicing breathing control to restore his cultivation.
Time passed, and his cultivation finally recovered, the two Golden Cores within him blazing with radiant light, spinning rapidly as his cultivation returned to its peak.
Next was refining and absorbing the Qilin Blood.
"Boom boom...!"
A muffled explosion sounded constantly inside Qin Yi's body.
The fire needles scattered into a blood mist, which Qin Yi began absorbing frantically.
He pushed his cultivation to the limit, his bones and veins radiating brilliant golden light, dazzlingly bright.
Each fire needle burst, and the blood mist was absorbed by the Golden Core. His veins, bones, and organs were all vying for it.
Qin Mu had mentioned that Qilin Essence Blood not only enhances cultivation but also strengthens the body's durability.
Qin Yi naturally wouldn't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Absorbing Spiritual Energy could strengthen cultivation, but enhancing physical strength was no easy task, so he was determined to reinforce his Physical Strength even without breakthroughs.
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