Standing in the ice and snow, Shangguan Hong's face had frozen pale, but that was not important. He had discovered a truly fatal problem: the antidote was gone.
Rapidly cultivating the Wu Dao Divine Skill with the help of the Seven Revolutions Great Return Skill came at a price. Shangguan Hong's qi and blood were abnormally vigorous. For a rootless man, that was no small irony, but he would rather endure suffering invisible to outsiders than become a dwarf like Old Man Mu.
There were two ways to calm the qi and blood that erupted unpredictably throughout his body. The first was to bleed himself deliberately. That could only ease the symptoms and was a choice made when there was no other option. Afterward, Shangguan Hong always felt his heart pound in terror, afraid that the scars on his body would one day outnumber even the Dragon King's.
The other method was more effective and gentler. He Nu had prepared a special elixir for him that could restrain the wild horse running loose within his body. The only drawback was that the medicine was in He Nu's hands. Shangguan Hong had no idea what ingredients it contained, and he could not obtain it whenever he wanted.
He had eaten the last pill two days ago. Shangguan Hong had never imagined that he would have to wait at the bottom of an uninhabited cliff for three whole days and nights. He had not dared take a single step away, but anxiety had already driven him almost mad.
No one cares whether I live or die, Shangguan Hong complained inwardly. With his back to the five assassins, he carefully restrained the anger in his heart. He still had no right to vent his emotions.
Once I master the sword technique... Shangguan Hong