Both times he had drawn close to Jade Pool, a warm current in his chest had helped Zhang Xiaofan resist that nauseating feeling.
After saving Little Grey Monkey and retreating to a safe place, Zhang Xiaofan reached into his robes and took out a purple bead tied with a red cord.
He examined it for a while, but could not make out the slightest clue. So he tucked the bead back into his clothes.
Only then did Zhang Xiaofan have the leisure to carefully take in his surroundings.
At the center of Jade Pool was a heap of scattered rocks. He did not know whether the rocks had been there first, and the water later gathered to form the Jade Pool of today, or whether Jade Pool had existed first and the rocks had come afterward. Atop the pile of rocks, a short black stick was stuck in at an angle. It was pitch-black all over, impossible to tell what material it was made from, and its appearance was truly ugly.
With the thought of not looking for trouble, Zhang Xiaofan kept far away from the eerie Jade Pool. After Little Grey Monkey was rescued, it did not leave, but instead found some fruit and began sharing it with Zhang Xiaofan.
Just as the man and the monkey were resting, a string of cracking sounds suddenly rang out from Zhang Xiaofan's chest.
In an instant, Zhang Xiaofan's meridians spasmed with terrible pain. He suffered miserably, and a layer of bluish qi surfaced on his face.
He pushed the Taiji Mystic Purity Dao with all his strength, but the moment it touched the green light coming from his chest, it collapsed at once. In the end, he truly could not endure it anymore and fell to the ground in pain, rolling