Chapter Thirty-Eight: Purple Winged Spirit Worm

Inside the iron box that made Lin Feng's heart palpitate, no man-eating monsters appeared.

There were only black strange insects, crawling slowly at the bottom of the iron box.

These strange insects were entirely black and purple, only as long as a child's little finger, somewhat resembling small snakes.

These small snakes had two black horns on their triangular heads, and their purple pupils looked somewhat sinister.

Their flat, elongated bodies had two small fleshy wings, but they couldn't fly because there was a small circular hole pierced in the center of their wings. At this moment, these dense strange insects were crawling densely inside the iron box.

"Purple Winged Spirit Worms!"

Looking at the black strange insects before him, even Lin Feng couldn't remain truly calm.

It was a fear etched into his very soul!

In this world, no one understood the special value of Purple Winged Spirit Worms better than he did.

Although Purple Winged Spirit Worms had sharp teeth, they ate nothing but blood.

Human or Demonic Beast blood!

The special characteristic of Purple Winged Spirit Worms lay in the trace amounts of neurotoxin within their bodies. This neurotoxin, while they were feeding on blood, would be injected into a person's body. It wouldn't easily kill someone, but it would paralyze them, as if they had been injected with an anesthetic.

In the wild, many Martial Artists used them as anesthetics when injured.

However, while one Purple Winged Spirit Worm could serve as an anesthetic, using them in large quantities would cause the numbing effect to disappear, replaced by unimaginable pain!

Fatal pain!

The neurotoxin from three Purple Winged Spirit Worms could cause a strong adult to writhe in agony.

Purple Winged Spirit Worms were a unique and magical insect in this Otherworld, impossible to raise or cultivate artificially.

Although they were not Demonic Beasts, they possessed a special effect.

This effect was something only Lin Feng knew in the entire world.

That is, the toxins from more than ten Purple Winged Spirit Worms, amidst the pain of wishing for death, actually had a body-tempering effect with no side effects.

For Body Cultivation realm Martial Artists, the means of auxiliary cultivation were nothing more than dietary and medicinal supplements.

That is, food and pills.

Eating more Demonic Beast flesh and blood could naturally replenish Qi and Blood, but the effect of dietary supplements was far less rapid and potent than medicinal supplements.

But whether it was nourishing potions or Qi and Blood Pills and Body Tempering Pills that could enhance Qi and Blood, they all had side effects.

There's a reason they say medicine has three parts poison.

Even the disciples of great families had strict regulations each month on what pills to take and how many.

One could imagine the sensation that would be caused by the appearance of something that had a body-tempering effect on the Body Cultivation realm with no side effects.

This was especially true for students about to take their college entrance exams.

These terrifying little creatures before him were bought by Lin Feng after he left the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

He and Gao Hai had searched many pharmacies to find them, and after clearing out the pharmacies' stock, they only managed to buy thirteen.

After all, these little things held little value for many people.

Only Martial Artists would generally prepare a few to use as temporary anesthetics.

When Lin Feng bought them, each one cost only eighty New Dollars, which was ridiculously cheap. After their special effect was discovered, Purple Winged Spirit Worms once soared to a hundred thousand New Dollars each, and they were still unavailable at any price.

Before preparing to use these terrifying little things, Lin Feng took out a crystal bottle from his pocket. Inside the bottle was a red Qi and Blood Pill, costing a hundred thousand New Dollars each.

This single pill had almost bankrupted Lin Feng. Of the 180,000 New Dollars he had earned at the Martial Arts Hall, only a little over thirty thousand remained.

One hundred thousand for the pill, six thousand for dinner, and over thirty thousand for the humiliation – the expenses were truly immense.

"This money really isn't enough to go around."

Sighing, Lin Feng swallowed the pill.

"Come on, there's no reward without sacrifice."

Lin Feng took a clean white towel, stuffed it into his mouth. Although it was uncomfortable, it was to prevent himself from accidentally biting off his tongue in the face of extreme pain later.

Taking a deep breath, steeling his resolve, Lin Feng reached into the basin, quickly grabbed ten Purple Winged Spirit Worms, placed them in his palm, then closed the iron box lid and casually set it on the ground.

At this moment, the Purple Winged Spirit Worms, having been starved for a long time, seemed to smell the scent of blood. They eagerly opened their mouths, filled with sharp teeth, bit into Lin Feng's arm, and like leeches, rapidly sucked his blood. As they absorbed his blood, tiny amounts of neurotoxin also flowed into Lin Feng's arm.

"So comfortable..."

As the neurotoxin was injected, Lin Feng's entire body began to feel hot.

After a few seconds, a strange sense of excited numbness filled every part of Lin Feng's body. Every cell seemed to be rejoicing, and his body felt light, as if he were about to fly. Lin Feng felt filled with strength, but this pleasure lasted only five or six seconds before his face instantly turned pale.

It was as if he had gone from heaven to hell.

At this moment, a scorching, burning pain engulfed him, as if he had been thrown into boiling lava. The intense heat felt like raging flames, as if wanting to turn him into ashes.

It was also as if billions of tiny strange insects were wriggling through his blood, throughout his limbs, organs, and viscera, as if gnawing at the flesh and blood of his body, bringing him the torment of a thousand cuts.

The intense pain instantly spread throughout his body. This pain was more terrifying than slow slicing.

Especially since Lin Feng's body was still in a state of abnormal excitement, his mind was highly focused, which made this pain of wishing for death even more vivid.

Lin Feng's face contorted, his body trembling as he curled into a ball. His complexion was deathly pale, devoid of any color. He tried to open his eyes slightly, but his weakness forced them shut again. His throat bobbed, and his hands clenched, his fingernails digging into his flesh, allowing bright red blood to ooze from the wounds.

His body trembled uncontrollably. The intense pain made him writhe on the bed, but he dared not make a sound, fearing his family would hear.

If his family saw him in such a state, it would surely terrify them to death.

Time seemed to crawl.

This heart-wrenching agony continued for more than ten minutes before slowly subsiding.

"Hoo hoo."

Lin Feng parted his lips slightly, and the saliva-soaked towel slid down. His breathing was now weak, and his slowly opening, dark eyes now appeared bloodshot, filled with fatigue and terror.

Propping himself up with his hands, Lin Feng tried to sit up, but his arms gave out. With a thud, he collapsed back onto the bed as if boneless, lacking the strength to even get up. His entire body was drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted and weak. His vision was even starting to blur.

It hurts, it really hurts!

"I finally made it through."

Lying sprawled on the bed, Lin Feng didn't even have the strength to sit up. He slowly turned his head, looking at the shriveled, dead Purple Winged Spirit Worm on his arm. A trace of lingering fear remained in Lin Feng's eyes, but a wave of relief washed over him.

Each bite from a Purple Winged Spirit Worm was like a terrifying form of slow torture, a pain worse than death that no one would willingly endure.

It had only been ten minutes, but to Lin Feng, it felt like an eternity.

And the reward for this pain was substantial. His physique had strengthened considerably compared to before.

The meager Qi and Blood within his body had instantly become abundant.

After resting for a while, Lin Feng got off the small bed and stood before the mirror.

Under the dim light, Lin Feng's entire body was covered in dark red blood lines. Counting them carefully, there were eighty-one. It was clear that Lin Feng had now reached the Body Cultivation Eighth Stage.