Pain.
Strands of copper liquid, carrying terrifying heat, directly "smeared" themselves over his body.
It felt like being smeared because the liquid was incredibly viscous. Seeing Wei Qingye walk through it so easily earlier had made Li Ye think it was ordinary water.
"How is it?"
In the distance, Wei Qingye still wore a contented smile. "Ever since entering the sect, we have to come here once every year to bathe and temper our roots and bones.
This Sword Bone Pool can also temper one's roots and bones according to the cultivation art one practices and one's Five Elements affinity... eh?"
Wei Qingye, who had been comfortably enjoying the perfectly pleasant temperature, suddenly felt the pool water around him rushing rapidly toward Li Ye, even forming a vortex around him.
Tempering one's roots and bones did involve absorbing a small amount of the Sword Copper Spirit Liquid from the Sword Bone Pool, but he had truly never seen anyone guzzle it down like Li Ye was.
Still, he kept his genial smile. His master had said to use it as they pleased. If Brother Li could absorb more, it would naturally benefit his future.
Yet his smile soon froze.
The pool water grew even more turbulent. Li Ye's rate of absorption had already surpassed the limit a Golden Core cultivator should be capable of, even causing the flow at the pool's inlet nearby to speed up.
"Brother Li?"
Sensing something was wrong, he wanted to approach, but the churning pool water was simply too difficult to get near. He even had the strange feeling that if he did not leave, he might be in danger.
Danger.
This was no unfamiliar thing to Wei Qingye, but if he could sense danger, it meant he would definitely suffer greatly—yet great suffering was