Inside the tavern.
Zhang Yuanshan paid no mind to the peanuts and wine before him being stained with his own blood.
He picked up the bloodstained peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth.
The divine physician's treatment was something the rather impoverished Zhang Yuanshan could accept. After all, it was far better than losing his life.
Besides, it had not been all that troublesome at first.
Initially, Zhang Yuanshan had not been this slovenly. After all, it was just bloodletting, followed by a few blood-replenishing pills.
A Golden Core True Person had plenty of ways to manage that.
And he only needed to let blood once every two days.
Unfortunately, he had met Li Xingtian, who had switched cultivation techniques.
And Li Xingtian had somewhat overestimated himself.
During their time in Central Province, he and Zhang Yuanshan had gotten along very well. Zhang Yuanshan was also an exceptionally loyal man, whose values aligned closely with Li Xingtian's.
Watching Zhang Yuanshan let blood on schedule,
Li Xingtian had thought it over and naturally felt he ought to have some authority when it came to blood.
Besides, even if he failed, surely things could not get any worse?
But the facts proved that every field had its specialists.
Theory and practice were also often as far apart as heaven and earth.
Li Xingtian did not understand the exact reasons either. In short, despite his efforts, it had ended in failure.
But the failure had not been entirely fruitless. Although the poison remained, there had at least been a side effect.
Under Li Xingtian's instigation, the blood inside Zhang Yuanshan's body had begun a suicidal revolt against the poisoned blood.
Unless Zhang Yuanshan constantly devoted part of his awareness to controlling his blood, a great battle raged inside him.
At first, Zhang Yuanshan