Drink?

"Uncle-Master, my master has passed away. I've come to kowtow to you."

Upon hearing this, Master Zhenze paused, then released his grip on Mr. Mengfei's hand.

"Alright, I understand. Get up."

Mr. Mengfei kowtowed to his martial uncle before slowly getting up.

"I'll come check on you once I'm done here. Are Xiaoming and Xiaoliang home?"

Master Zhenze's expression was slightly sad, but he seemed alright.

"They're here."

"Yes, yes, it's good to be back, it's good to be back."

Master Zhenze nodded and muttered "good," then turned and went back into the bamboo house.

"Uncle-Master, I heard there's something in the house..." Mr. Mengfei composed himself and said solemnly to Master Zhenze.

"Then why don't you go and take a look? Take your apprentice with you, and see if there's any chance."

Master Zhenze fanned the earthen stove, Mr. Mengfei, after hearing Master Zhenze's words, beckoned to Su Ziyang Su Ziyang led him into the house.

The small bamboo hut had no windows and was pitch black inside. A dim lamp burned on the table, casting a faint glow.

A person sat cross-legged on the bed, with disheveled hair and a strong smell of blood emanating from their body.

"Grandmaster Uncle."

Mr. Mengfei bowed, then stood respectfully to the side, pulling Su Ziyang close. "Grandmaster Uncle, I've brought you a child. Please take a look!"

Upon hearing this, the person sitting cross-legged opened their eyes. Their gaze, sharp as lightning, shot towards Su Ziyang.

Su Ziyang felt a chill run down his spine when he was bathed in that cold light.

"Forehead..."

The person Mr. Mengfei referred to as his grand-uncle seemed unable to speak, making only a series of "eeeee" sounds in his throat.

Then the man sat cross-legged without moving and picked up a broken bowl in front of him.

Su Ziyang watched as the person seemed to be gagging. With a cough followed by vomiting, Su Ziyang saw a large mass of bloody liquid enter the bowl.

After he vomited, the smell of blood in the room became even stronger.

The stench was so strong it was nauseating, but after Mr. Mengfei mentioned that his grand-uncle had vomited, he seemed to be able to speak again, "I drank it."

Mr. Mengfei gave Su Ziyang a push, and Su Ziyang swayed and fell to the front of the bamboo bed without standing properly.

Although he didn't know why, Su Ziyang still respectfully accepted the ball of blood from the bowl.

Taking the bowl of water, the strong smell made Su Ziyang unable to open his eyes.

"Drink it!" the grandmaster uncle ordered softly again.

Su Ziyang felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, let alone drink it.

Not knowing what to do, Su Ziyang's hand holding the bowl trembled slightly.

She glanced back at Mr. Mengfei, Mr. Mengfei nodded. Judging from her introduction of learning the Zhuyou Technique from Master Luo, as long as her master agreed, it would only bring her benefits, not harm.

But the contents of this bowl were spat out, and they smelled disgusting. Just smelling them was enough; there was no way I would drink them.

Su Ziyang hesitated several times, then looked back at Mr. Mengfei. Seeing Mr. Mengfei's determined eyes, Su Ziyang gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and thought to himself, "To hell with it! Whether it lives or dies is up to it."

With his eyes closed, he gulped down the bloody liquid in the bowl in three gulps.

When the blood entered his mouth, it didn't smell like blood. Su Ziyang only felt that it was sticky, like jelly.

After swallowing it, Su Ziyang felt a burning sensation in his stomach and esophagus, as if he had drunk a bottle of strong liquor.

The burning sensation made Su Ziyang extremely uncomfortable. Su Ziyang then realized that his breath was scalding hot, and his nose and mouth were burning.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Mengfei whispered from behind, "Grandmaster Uncle."

However, this grandmaster uncle did not speak, but stared intently at Su Ziyang, as if he was also nervous.

At this moment, Su Ziyang felt as if he had swallowed Sun Wukong; his stomach was churning.

The feeling was like a fire burning inside Su Ziyang's stomach, constantly searing his internal organs.

Su Ziyang discovered that the True Qi he usually mobilized in large quantities during his cultivation practice was now completely out of control within his body. His body felt swollen one moment and cold the next.

Su Ziyang squatted on the spot, twisting his body incessantly, in extreme discomfort.

Mr. Mengfei could only watch anxiously from the sidelines, unable to offer any help.

Su Ziyang was covered in sweat. It felt like half a year had passed, but in reality, only three minutes had gone by.

About ten minutes later, Su Ziyang was curled up on the ground, completely tortured beyond recognition.

At this moment, Su Ziyang suddenly felt the burning sensation in his stomach slowly disappear, and the discomfort gradually receded from the center to his limbs.

When Mr. Mengfei saw that Su Ziyang was no longer wriggling on the ground, he quickly helped Su Ziyang up. At this time, Su Ziyang was covered in dirt and mud.

"Ziyang, are you alright?"

Su Ziyang, supporting Mr. Mengfei's arm, shook his head. "No..."

Before he could even say that everything was alright, Su Ziyang felt a churning in his stomach. Su Ziyang instinctively looked down and vomited.

The clump of blood he had just swallowed was vomited up intact.

It could be a coincidence, or it could be strange.

The bloody liquid was spit back into the bowl of water, without spilling a single drop.

"..." The grandmaster remained silent for a longer period.

"So be it, it's fate. Let this damned thing disappear from this world forever."

Mr. Mengfei hadn't expected that Su Ziyang would suddenly vomit up what he had swallowed, and that he would vomit it up so perfectly.

"Kid, take this to the bamboo grove behind. There's a pit in the bamboo grove; pour it into that pit."

Su Ziyang's face was covered in tears from vomiting.

"I'll go." Mr. Mengfei wanted to pick up the bowl on the ground, but his grandmaster immediately stopped him.

Mr. Mengfei withdrew his outstretched hand. Su Ziyang, hearing that the matter seemed rather serious, wiped the tears from his face, squatted down, and tremblingly picked up the chipped bowl of water.

When Su Ziyang opened the door, the light shining in from outside was a little dazzling.

Then Su Ziyang saw Master Zhenze, Zhenze, Fairy Li nervously guarding the door.

Seeing Su Ziyang come out carrying a bowl, Master Zhenze's eyes were immediately filled with disappointment. However, Master Zhenze still led Su Ziyang to the pit in the bamboo forest.

The pit wasn't deep, and it was octagonal. It looked like it had been dug for a long time; it was very meticulous.

"Pour it in. After you're done, throw the bowl in too."

Master Zhenze sighed, and Su Ziyang poured the bloody water in, then threw the bowl in as well.

After throwing the bowl in, Master Zhenze seemed to know that Su Ziyang was exhausted from the ordeal, so he put his arm around Su Ziyang and started running out of the bamboo forest.

Even later, Su Ziyang still couldn't figure out how this seemingly thin old man had managed to hug him and run out like that.

Su Ziyang didn't know what was going on, but seeing how nervous the old man looked, he figured following him was the right thing to do.

The two hadn't even run out of the bamboo forest when Su Ziyang heard an explosion behind him, followed by the crackling sound of bamboo snapping and breaking...