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As it turned out, the supposed method for quickly restoring his cultivation realm was to force-feed him elixirs. Before each meditation session, Zhang Facai made Li Xiaoya take three or four Third-Tier Elixirs, then sat beside him with a hand on his shoulder, using his own magic power to help him rapidly circulate his cultivation method. Normally, Li Xiaoya circulated it slowly and took only the standard dose of elixirs when meditating to refine his qi. With Zhang Facai forcibly driving the circulation and that excessive medicinal power swelling inside him, Li Xiaoya was in unbearable pain. The meridians appropriate to his cultivation level were continually stretched and scoured by Zhang Facai's powerful magic power. The agony hardly bore describing. Several times, he passed out and woke again, begging for mercy and saying he no longer wanted to restore his magic power within ten days. But Zhang Facai refused to entertain any discussion. If he refused the elixirs, Zhang Facai forced them down his throat. Escape? With his cultivation, that was naturally impossible. He was dragged back before he even reached the door, giving him a profound appreciation of the saying that those who brought disaster upon themselves could not escape it.
Li Xiaoya walked through a stretch of ruined buildings. Everything around him was broken and dilapidated, without the slightest trace of a living person. From time to time, one or two crow-like beasts flew out.
Yet Li Xiaoya walked along