Huo Yuhao slept exceptionally sweetly and comfortably. He was awakened by a sticky, clammy sensation. The moment his consciousness returned, he could not help letting out a huge sneeze.
"Mm, this Mystic Water Pill truly lives up to its reputation."
Frowning, Huo Yuhao extended two fingers and tried to peel away the sticky, grime-like layer of skin on his face. Looking down, he discovered that every part of his body not covered by clothing was coated in a layer of pitch-black filth. It felt as though he had fallen into a mud pit, been dragged out, and tossed here.
Although he had expected the Mystic Water Pill's domineering effects, Huo Yuhao still could not help feeling nauseated. The smell on both his body and bed was simply unbearable. He was having a hard time enduring it.
Fortunately, Huo Yuhao had anticipated this when he took the Mystic Water Pill and had laid several layers of cheap mats over the bed beforehand. That was why the bed itself had escaped disaster, though the mats were now evenly covered in black grime as well.
Throwing his clothes into the bath barrel he had prepared beforehand, Huo Yuhao climbed straight in after them and began vigorously scrubbing the mud from his body. Unlike the usual grime scrubbed from one's skin, the filth expelled after taking the Mystic Water Pill had an oily, stubborn texture.
After laboriously peeling the greasy, sticky sludge from his body, Huo Yuhao used up an entire soap pod before finally washing every stain from both himself and his clothes.
"Do I really have that many impurities in my body? It was supposed to cleanse my sinews and marrow. Why did it feel like my pores were spraying shit?"
Looking at the murky gray-black bathwater in the barrel, with a