Life-Preserving Pill, Life Spell, and Silver Needles

My consciousness was fading, and an icy sensation had already surged into my head.

Yet I still retained a sliver of clarity.

Inside my body, four currents of qi had become exceptionally restless, charging wildly through my meridians. The pain of my meridians swelling and tearing continued.

Now that I heard Master's voice, I forced my mouth open.

Master stuffed the Life-Preserving Pill into my mouth.

"Swallow it, hurry and swallow it..."

Master was panicking, utterly frantic. Even his eyes had turned red.

Enduring the agony throughout my body, I used the last shred of my strength to swallow the Life-Preserving Pill.

Zhang Yuchen, Mao Jing, and the others were all tense and terrified. Faced with my condition, they barely knew what to do.

It was the helpless feeling of having strength but nowhere to use it. Other than worrying uselessly, there was nothing they could do.

My consciousness had already become hazy.

And suddenly, I no longer felt cold. Instead, I felt terribly hot.

This was not the Life-Preserving Pill taking effect, but a sign that I was nearing death.

I understood this very clearly. Under extreme cold, the body would instinctively produce a physiological self-protection response.

Once the cold reached its limit and one began to feel hot—

It could basically be confirmed that death was near.

The next step would be "terminal hallucinations"...

All I could do was keep telling myself in my mind, Hold on, hold on.

As long as my consciousness remained firm and I stayed awake, once the Life-Preserving Pill took effect, I could still survive...

Seeing my Yang fire about to go out, Pan Ling burst into tears.

"Brother Jiang, you have to hold on! Hold on..."

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, stay steady. Stay steady."

As they spoke, Zhang Yuchen and Mao Jing