"Are you sure it wasn't for yourself? That it wasn't because of ambition and desire?"
"No." An Luan shook his head. "I want to purge all those ghostly things from my body. Until then, I don't even dare go home. I'm afraid that once I fall asleep, they'll come out and hurt my wife and daughter."
No sooner had An Luan finished speaking than the eerie station announcement sounded without warning—Wansheng Station. Doors will open on the left. Passengers leaving the train, please exit on the left.
Before the train had even stopped, Ci Nian had already pushed a priest to the door.
The doors slowly opened. The priest and the swaying figures got off, while a crowd of strange things squeezed in from the platform outside. There were people, animals, and all sorts of bizarre things Gao Ming couldn't identify.
If this train were a living person, then the passengers boarding from the platform were like the various "tonics" it swallowed.
An Luan remained in his seat, seemingly unable to see the strange passengers boarding the train, immersed in his memories.
"I was Master's most outstanding disciple, the only one to reach the fourth realm of the Martial Path. Wansheng valued me highly, too, and allowed me to exchange my merit points for the supplements I needed from the Black Market's stockpile."
"To speed up my cultivation, I became Wansheng's sharpest blade. I crushed rebellions and seized resources, then exchanged vast amounts of merit points for medicines that aided my cultivation."
"After feeding myself with almost insane abandon, I relied on my immense reserves to break through to the fifth realm of the Martial Path—an untainted fetal heart. According to Master, I had broken through the barriers of mortality, grasped the hidden mysteries within the womb, entered the innate