Chapter 219 – The Medicine's Power Attacks the Heart, Body Burns Like a Furnace

Potent medicine, when consumed, carries three parts poison.

At this moment, disregarding the three elders each expressing their own views and debating fervently about the matter.

Ye Kuang’s entire body was filled with violent energy, with even his limbs and bones being ruthlessly ravaged by the boundless medicinal potency.

Initially, he hadn’t noticed anything unusual, but as time passed, he suddenly felt as though his entire body was being forged inside a blazing furnace.

The ferocity of this medicinal power was like countless coiling dragons ready to burst forth, surging through his countless meridians.

For a time, he was tormented to the brink of death, his mind in turmoil as if it could shatter at any moment.

It could be said that as waves of heart-piercing pain assaulted him, even someone as resilient as Ye Kuang found it unbearable, his face contorted in agony.

At that moment, his heart—which had always feared nothing—began to dread death.

If it could be described in one phrase: not knowing what piercing pain was, but once deeply felt, it made life worse than death.

It was only at this moment that Ye Kuang realized some heaven-and-earth spiritual treasures should not be consumed recklessly.

Just as the three elders had said, their medicinal properties needed to be harmonized with other herbs before they could be ingested.

But now, he had no recourse whatsoever, forced to rely on sheer willpower to endure what ordinary people could not.

Yet this process, seemingly simple, was in fact unbearably torturous!

In just a short while, Ye Kuang was driven into direct shock by the piercing pain.

In the midst of darkness, his Soul quietly descended into the depths.

It was clearly his inner world!

Before him lay the scene of himself lying on his back, his body twitching intermittently.

The vast waves of energy actually lifted his body, suspending it mid-air, while three old Daoists stood around pointing and discussing.

Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel sorrow welling up in his heart, mistakenly thinking he had completely kicked the bucket.

What he saw now might be like a final flicker of life, allowing him a fleeting moment to linger in the world.

Roar, roar, roar!

He then let out furious roars in this endless dark world, filled not only with the frustration of failing to achieve his ideals… this flood of mixed emotions inevitably made his Soul tremble along.

He didn’t understand!

It was merely a heaven-and-earth spiritual treasure, so why did it cost him his life?

He was even more unwilling!

Having just glimpsed a corner of the world, he had to pay with his life for it. Could this cause and effect truly be as the ancients said—every sip and every peck is predetermined?

“Ahhhh…”

Instantly, bursts of roaring erupted in the darkness, the complex and indescribable feelings driving this mere mortal into a frenzy of rage.

Meanwhile, in the external world.

Sage Yixiao: “It seems this kid is dead for sure. He’s not even breathing now. What does everyone think?”

Sage Yichen: “Drain his blood directly!”

Hearing this, Sage Yisu couldn’t help but change his expression, though it was unclear what he was thinking.

But his subsequent words won the agreement of both Yixiao and Yichen, and this later led to Yisu achieving a position second only to one and above ten thousand.

“I actually think this kid isn’t completely dead yet. How about this: I’ll take him back with me. If anything unexpected happens, it has nothing to do with you two. Of course, I’ll also offer the four remaining Essence Nurturing Pills I have as an exchange,” Sage Yisu said calmly.

Hearing this, Sage Yixiao couldn’t help but change color: “You’re mad, Yisu! Do you know what these Essence Nurturing Pills mean to us?”On the contrary, it was Sage Yichen who trembled with excitement upon hearing this and immediately agreed: “Hahaha… Yisu, I never expected you to be so generous! Very well, as long as I can obtain the Essence Nurturing Pill, I believe I’ll be able to advance even further from my current peak!”

Seeing this, Sage Yisu didn’t hesitate and produced a small jade vial, from which he poured out four pill-sized objects resembling longan fruits.

When Sage Yichen actually received the Essence Nurturing Pill, he nearly danced with joy. His exhilaration was as if he had taken a powerful tonic, ready to demonstrate his vigor.

Even Sage Yixiao beside him couldn’t help but feel deeply conflicted—on one hand feeling it was unfair to Yisu, while on the other feeling immensely excited about the realm that was now within easy reach.

Sage Yisu wore a pained expression, though unwilling, he didn’t show it excessively.

After all, while the Essence Nurturing Pill was precious, it could still be refined again.

But the Udumbara Flower was a rare encounter that couldn’t be sought—its effects far more valuable than the Essence Nurturing Pill.

Of course, Sage Yisu wouldn’t reveal such secrets to the two beside him.

As for Ye Kuang, though he couldn’t speak or see, he could hear everything.

Regardless of what Sage Yisu meant by the “Essence Nurturing Pill,” the mere fact that his body had been preserved left him speechless with gratitude.

As the saying goes: Life and death are predetermined, wealth and honor come from heaven. When receiving kindness from others, one should repay it a hundredfold.

Ye Kuang resolved not only to repay Sage Yisu’s kindness but also to help Yisu reach the peak.

The premise, as Yisu had said, was naturally that he wasn’t completely gone—there was still hope.

When this will to survive surged through his mind, he couldn’t help but recall what happened after consuming the Phantom Orchid. Those countless cycles seemed illusory, yet they were real in their existence.

If every life were to be lived the same way, then how should he live this life of his?

It could be said he had never seriously considered this question.

So much so that even now, he didn’t truly understand the profound meaning of “the burden is heavy and the road is long.”

What he thought he understood wasn’t why he thought what he thought.

Only now did Ye Kuang realize how immense the pressure of this life truly was.

Just like being in a furnace earlier—not only making one unable to stop, but also forcing one to exhaust all means to enhance strength for survival.

It seemed to confirm that saying: The starting point is not the end point, and only by reaching one’s goal can one find the true starting point, which similarly isn’t the end point.

Thinking this, Ye Kuang inevitably developed a genuine ambition he ought to pursue.

The world is but a stage, and everyone must face their century’s end.

Why shouldn’t he radiate a different brilliance? Not necessarily to gain everyone’s approval, but at least not to deny himself.

Though he was currently being assaulted by the massive medicinal potency and toxicity, it was precisely this that made him suddenly awaken.

Since he couldn’t escape the reality of being in the furnace, he must shine with a different light.

Because the strong remain strong.

If Ye Kuang denied his own existence, how could he even speak of Dao Inquiry to reach the Innate Realm?

Perhaps this was the inevitable path for a mortal like him—not seeking everyone’s approval, but not allowing himself to be denied either.

As the saying goes well: If you don’t want to perish in the flames, then you must choose rebirth within them.