The Bitter Cultivation of Purgatory
"Mm!" Dragon Sable nodded. "Xiao Lian went up to check on you and said it wasn't too serious, then went back down."
Bi Fan couldn't help laughing wryly. He didn't even have the strength to say anything.
He examined the state of his body. The flame he'd swallowed had vanished, but it had left his flesh and blood scorched and mangled, his meridians and energy in complete disarray. If not for a faint golden membrane of light protecting his body, he would have been reduced to ashes.
Fortunately, while he'd been unconscious, most of the searing agony from the red flame had passed without his awareness. Now he only had to endure the pain of his injuries. It was still agonizing, but at least bearable.
Bi Fan steadied his breathing and began slowly tending to his injuries. With several medicinal herbs and pills to replenish him, he recovered fairly quickly.
An hour later, his injuries had healed for the most part. Next, he needed to absorb the pure Chaos Qi left behind after the flame dissipated.
He held out his hands and circulated his basic cultivation technique. The Chaos Qi soon flowed into his flesh and blood in strands of golden thread, like water soaking into a sponge.
Half an incense stick later, he had finished refining the Chaos Qi.
Bi Fan could clearly feel himself drawing closer to the late stage of the Chaos Envoy realm. The tremendous leap in his strength filled him with delight.
The only thing he couldn't stand was the agony of the initial process. It felt as though he were burning from the inside out, a pain too horrible to put into words.
But for the sake of advancing his cultivation, for the sake of standing out in the