Only then did he say with a hint of irritation, "Hey, I haven't done anything to you. Why are you singling me out like this?" With that, he sighed and turned back into the palace. Since those evil ghosts could neither find him for the moment nor enter the palace to hurt him, he would seize this brief respite to restore his magical power.
Yet just as Yi Chen was about to sit cross-legged in a corner and begin circulating his cultivation art, a sudden, excruciating pain shot through his head. He immediately clutched his head and screamed. Before long, his face was frighteningly pale, veins throbbed across his forehead, and two bean-sized beads of sweat trickled down his temples. After an unknown stretch of time, the pain finally eased considerably.
At that very moment, Yi Chen's pupils abruptly contracted. He discovered that his body was rapidly swelling, while an oily sheen of bright red spread over his skin. Sweat kept pouring out, soaking a large patch of his clothes.
Meanwhile, the virtual world inside Yi Chen's mind began slowly collapsing. Just as he had predicted, it was destroyed. Although he had expected this and felt little regret, when it actually happened, an inexplicable irritation stirred in his heart.
Just then, a familiar voice suddenly emerged from the depths of Yi Chen's mind. "Kid, congratulations on acquiring a physical body. Remember, don't break it. Also, this is the payment you owe me. I'm going into secluded cultivation." With that, Yi Chen's awareness instantly fell silent, and a few minutes later, he passed out and lost consciousness.
After he fell unconscious, the voice sounded again. "Hmph, what a useless fool. You nearly let a single physical body burst you apart. No wonder I had you spend a year training in this