Under the blow to the head, the man trembled with fear and hurriedly popped the Marrow Cleansing Pill into his mouth and swallowed it, quickly circulating its medicinal power... Before long, strands of black, greasy filth began seeping endlessly from his pores, accumulating over his body in patches until he was wrapped in a layer of disgusting, dried sludge as black as asphalt. The room instantly filled with a vile stench. The master and his two disciples were not driven away by the smell; holding their breath, they continued watching the changes in the man's body. After most of a day, the filth he had expelled had wrapped him so thoroughly that only his two nostrils remained exposed. His entire body had formed
a black crust. What worried the three master and disciples most was that the man's breathing had become as faint as a thread, incredibly weak. Fortunately, his heartbeat, which had once been so chaotic it seemed ready to stop at any moment, had gradually stabilized. That meant he had passed the danger point. Yet none of them relaxed. Until the very end, no one dared say what might happen... Only when his weak breaths gradually became stronger did he make a barely perceptible movement. Cracking sounds came from his body. The black crust covering him began to fissure, chunks falling away one after another. His face was exposed first. With powerless eyes, he looked at Yue Qianchou and weakly called, "Chief!" Clearly, although the Great Restriction Breaking Pill possessed extraordinary effects, using such a method of pulling seedlings to help them grow to raise one's cultivation caused far too much damage to the body—especially after taking five Great Restriction Breaking Pills in succession. Yue Qianchou's expression turned somewhat grave. No wonder few of the major sects in