Long Aotian drove a flurry of needles into him!
Huo Wenbei's body twitched. One leg—no, a leg—shuddered twice in the grass pit, then kicked once.
Zhao Ritian looked at Long Aotian. "No reaction?"
Long Aotian looked at Huo Wenbei. "Let the pain fly for a while."
Zhao Ritian looked at Huo Wenbei. "He's foaming at the mouth."
Long Aotian laughed heartily. "Perfectly normal. Anyone whose pain nerves are struck by my exclusive needle technique, then stimulated by my exclusive true qi, on top of their existing injuries... anyone would be in such agony that they'd wish for death. So foaming at the mouth is a completely normal reaction. No need to make such a fuss."
"Oh." Zhao Ritian looked down. "He peed himself."
"Oh, naturally," Long Aotian said. "When tremendous pain attacks his cranial nerves, his body develops a protective mechanism. Much of the energy and concentration within him goes toward resisting—or rather, experiencing and savoring—the pain brought on by... pain. As a result, the muscle groups controlling his bladder begin to relax. His lower body is practically in a semi-paralyzed state, so naturally, the liquid stored in its container flows out without obstruction, as it should."
Zhao Ritian nodded. "So profound. Huh!? He... damn, he crapped himself!"
"That's normal too! Just as I said, his sphincter has failed! This is the detoxification stage."
Pinching his nose, Zhao Ritian gave Long Aotian a thumbs-up with his other hand. "You're incredible! Not only can you crap yourself, you can make other people crap too!"
Lu Chengwen said, "How much longer are we supposed to wait? You rambled on and on, but aside from crapping himself, peeing himself, and drooling, he hasn't done anything! Tch!"
The woman nodded. "Exactly. Are you really a Divine Doctor?"
One expert said, "You're not here to