Qinghui Garden, the back courtyard, a rockery and flowing water, the faint fragrance of flowers and trees.
An image invisible to ordinary people appeared before Huang Tian's eyes. Several figures were visible in it: Zhang Yu and the others, gathered together to discuss their plan for an assassination.
"If you hadn't mentioned my name, you might've stayed hidden. But now that you've brought it up, how can you still call yourselves covert..."
Huang Tian gave a slight shake of his head, took five Blood-Condensing Pills from the porcelain bottle beside him, and swallowed them all at once.
Boom!!
The pills dissolved as soon as they entered his mouth. Their surging medicinal power drove his qi and blood into motion. The qi and blood, which had flowed docilely before, suddenly became scorching hot, like rolling magma, crashing through every meridian and acupoint in his body like a wild bull.
Inhale~ exhale~ inhale~ exhale~
With each breath, the veins beneath his skin bulged, twisting like horned dragons. They were no longer bluish-black, but instead shone a horrifying crimson, as though lava were flowing beneath them.
A long-forgotten agony spread through every limb and bone. It felt as if his meridians were about to be torn apart by his violent qi and blood, while his bones and sinews creaked under the strain.
His major tendons tightened. His muscles and skin tore, then knit back together. It was as if a volcano within him were awakening, roaring, and trying to break free of his body and erupt!
The breath escaping his mouth and nose carried a strong scent of blood and searing heat. A small cloud of crimson mist formed in the air before him.
And just as he seemed about to explode, he let out two low sounds, "heng" and "he." In an