[Earth Era, January 9, 2011] [Western Calendar, Sunday] [Xia Calendar, Gengyin Year, sixth day of the twelfth month; auspicious for sacrifices, bathing, praying for blessings, making pledges, placing the deceased in a coffin, and travel; inauspicious for opening storehouses and marriage]
Qin Siyang slept for an entire day before finally waking up.
His sleeping posture had been anything but dignified, though. He had been slumped crookedly on the sofa the whole time.
In his room, he had spent over a dozen hours alternating between eating and resting before finally swallowing all dozen or so Skywalking Lion-Eagle Feather Blades.
When he finished eating, the side effects of repeatedly activating quadruple [Origin Violence] hit him all at once.
His entire body ached unbearably, especially his arms, which had been tearing the Feather Blades apart nonstop. They hung limply from his shoulders, and even lifting them took tremendous effort.
His jaws could no longer close after all that forceful chewing, and drool kept streaming from the corners of his mouth.
His consciousness had even grown so hazy that he completely lost control of his body, leaving his pants reeking of piss and shit.
But he could no longer worry about any of that.
Qin Siyang collapsed onto the sofa, his body twitching uncontrollably as drool ran from his mouth. His eyes were vacant, as though he had lost his mind, and before long, he passed out.
By the time he woke up, more than ten hours had passed.
Even after nearly half a day of rest, his exhaustion had not faded, so he messaged Li Tianming to say he would rest for another day.
Then he washed up, dragged his exhausted body back under the covers, and slept for almost another full day before finally recovering.
Qin Siyang yawned and began