On the wooden bed, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes.
The moment Xiao Mo regained consciousness, a piercing pain shot through him.
After taking part in the wedding ceremony rehearsal in the real world, Xiao Mo had rested for only a day. Once he felt a little better, he returned to the Book of a Hundred Lives.
But as soon as Xiao Mo returned to the Book of a Hundred Lives, he lost consciousness. Only now had he woken up.
"Where is this?"
Xiao Mo's blurry vision gradually cleared.
What came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling.
He sat up and looked around.
It was an ordinary farmhouse.
Xiao Mo closed his eyes and examined his body from within.
Both his Spiritual Meridian and Root Bone had suffered severe damage.
His cultivation had also fallen to the Cave Mansion Realm. It was so unstable that he might not even be able to hold on to the realm.
"Just as I expected." Xiao Mo shook his head.
He had already anticipated some of the consequences of failing his tribulation.
But when he faced them for real, it was impossible not to feel at least a little disappointed.
He threw off the covers and struggled out of bed.
Steadying himself against the wall, he made his way out of the room, one step at a time.
In the courtyard, Wang Xin was brewing medicine.
Stove ash smudged Wang Xin's face, leaving a dark streak across her fair cheek.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Choking, Wang Xin coughed a few times, then continued fanning the stove.
When she thought the medicine was nearly ready, Wang Xin quickly stood and reached for the pot.
But it burned her hand, and she snatched it back, hurriedly rubbing her soft earlobe.
On the other side of the courtyard,