Drinking poison to quench thirst

"Damn Cistanche deserticola!"

In the spring water at the source of the river, Divine Lord Zhenyuan's body turned purple and red, his face covered in pain.

As a top-tier cultivator, Divine Lord Zhenyuan had not felt pain for a long time.

He felt he would rather be chopped into ten pieces by the Mystic Maiden than endure this exploding, stinging pain.

After repeatedly pushing his cultivation and frantically switching cultivation techniques, Divine Lord Zhenyuan felt a surge of Qi and Blood and energy within his body that he did not need.

This is Qi and Blood power different from the Yin Talisman Scripture and Yang Talisman Scripture Law Power. Mixing it into Divine Lord Zhenyuan's body will not bring about an increase in strength. On the contrary, it will affect Divine Lord Zhenyuan's normal spellcasting.

"Very few have mastered the Eight-Nine Mystical Art; only the Great Ape King Yuan Hong and Yang Jian have achieved some success. The superficial knowledge I possess is far from sufficient for true mastery. Even if I were to have the fortuitous opportunity to master it, I might not be as strong as someone who has combined the Yin Talisman Scripture and the Yang Talisman Scripture!"

All the cultivation techniques Divine Lord Zhenyuan knew were top-tier secret manuals of the Heavenly Court, and only these once-powerful manuals could catch his eye.

If time could be turned back, Divine Lord Zhenyuan felt that when he chose the secret manual in his early years, he would definitely have chosen a slightly inferior Qi and Blood cultivation technique to avoid having too much of an impact on his body.

Cultivating it is easy, but eliminating this ability is much more difficult.

Divine Lord Zhenyuan raised his hand, only to feel a slight numbness in his hands and feet, losing their usual agility.

"Upon mastering the Eight-Nine Mystical Art, one can move freely and effortlessly as the body is controlled. However, upon entering the initial stages of cultivation, the body will become petrified, rendering the limbs immobile!"

Realizing that his strength had actually decreased as a result, Divine Lord Zhenyuan, unusually, lost his composure and cursed.

"I wonder when this situation will be resolved," Divine Lord Zhenyuan said, extending his hand. "I still have the possibility of making adjustments, but I'm afraid the Holy Son has no chance at all!"

Suoyang was cut in several pieces, Divine Lord Zhenyuan ended up in a sorry state, and Zhang Xuezhou's fate was unknown.

Divine Lord Zhenyuan took a deep breath, feeling that he still had 80% of the Yang-locking power left in his body.

Although he was at full strength, he was only able to mobilize 20% of his Law Power.

Only by completely consuming the power of the Locking Yang can he generate magical Law Power within his body that is entirely under his own control.

This also means that it will take some time to refine.

However, the good thing is that the Suoyang within Divine Lord Zhenyuan's body has been completely digested and absorbed, and at this time, no additional Law Power or Qi and Blood is generated that is difficult to release from the body.

Divine Lord Zhenyuan glanced at Suoyang, then hurriedly took a few more steps.

He leaped in the direction Zhang Xuezhou had disappeared from, then waved his sleeves repeatedly. The Law Power of the True Self Realm cultivator surged, making his flight several times faster than Zhang Xuezhou's leisurely flight.

"If the Holy Son is killed in the explosion, he will surely leave behind a large pool of blood and flesh on the ground, and a pungent smell of blood in the air!"

As Divine Lord Zhenyuan flew at top speed, he kept looking down and sniffing the air, trying his best to find Zhang Xuezhou's whereabouts.

Divine Lord Zhenyuan had collected corpses more than once or twice, but he had never collected fragments of broken flesh and bone from an explosion.

He felt a pang of sorrow, sensing that Zhang Xuezhou's tragic death must have been quite pitiful.

"It's normal for cultivators to die, but if it weren't for my reluctance to eat rabbit meat, the Holy Son wouldn't have accompanied me on such a long hunt. If we hadn't flown to the source of the river where the Supi people worshipped, we wouldn't have discovered the Cynomorium songaricum. If we hadn't discovered it, we certainly wouldn't have eaten it, and without eating it, we wouldn't have ended up like this. In the end, it's still me who harmed the Holy Son!"

Divine Lord Zhenyuan felt gloomy, thinking that after collecting the body, he must find a feng shui treasure land to bury Zhang Xuezhou.

In addition, he felt it was necessary to inform the Kunlun Sacred Land.

Of course, this will most likely result in them getting beaten up.

"Once I've recovered, I'll inform the Emperor. Even if I get attacked, I can escape back to Broken Soul Ridge. I... the Holy Son?"

Divine Lord Zhenyuan flew swiftly, constantly keeping an eye on the bloody and mangled area below, and occasionally sniffing the Blood Qi. He moved quickly and searched efficiently.

But after rushing for hundreds of miles, he saw a person sitting cross-legged in Broken Soul Ridge with golden feathers blooming on his arms. A faint white light appeared all over his body, as if the flesh and blood that had been swollen and turned purple and blue were appearing on his body from time to time.

After carefully examining the face, Divine Lord Zhenyuan had completely identified the person.

"He's still alive!"

Divine Lord Zhenyuan withdrew his Law Power, his body floated and fell halfway down the mountainside.

"Does the Divine Lord possess any elixirs that can increase Qi and Blood? Ideally, these elixirs would also have the wonderful effect of nourishing the physical body!"

As soon as Divine Lord Zhenyuan landed, he saw Zhang Xuezhou with a strange expression, his eyes darting back and forth, and he started asking him for something again.

"I have no elixirs," Divine Lord Zhenyuan said, rummaging through his empty sleeves. "You need to weaken your Law Power, Qi and Blood, and Demon Power right now, why are you adding fuel to the fire?"

"I'm practicing techniques to support my body, to make it last longer," Zhang Xuezhou said. "I've taken three Blood Essence pills in succession, and I've already lasted for three hours!"

Zhang Xuezhou pointed to the somewhat strange-looking body.

He had previously seized three Blood Essences from a small tribe while traveling through the Xiong State. These Qi and Blood substances had been kept hidden in his storage bag and had not been used until this time when he was forced to consume them.

At this time, his physical body technique had reached the level of 3,750 acupoints, almost reaching the third minor realm, and his physical body was as thick as a foot-thick wooden board.

His rapidly improving physical skills continuously strengthened his body, allowing him to withstand the expanding forces within him.

Zhang Weimeng previously discussed the body's capacity for containment when exploring sequences, suggesting that only when the body's capacity for containment continuously increases can it withstand various genetic forces.

Zhang Xuezhou's solution to the problem was also to enhance the body's capacity, and the 108,000 Acupoints Body Technique was undoubtedly the pinnacle of physical capacity, which would even extend to the power of the acupoints.

Brother Tathagata is not afraid of swords or Technique Method, possessing great power both internally and externally.

Zhang Xuezhou never imagined that after cultivating, he would possess a physical body like that of his senior brother, the Buddha. Even with external assistance, it would be difficult for him to reach that level.

Just like the limitations imposed on cultivation by the Divine Ability Realm, he would inevitably encounter the limits of physical body techniques in the sixth or seventh minor realm.

The power brought by the Body Technique is not important; what is important is that he can use the Body Technique to solve the problem of stimulating his body by taking Suoyang, thus surviving.

"I hope the Divine Lord can find me some Qi and Blood medicines for replenishing my qi and Demon Power," Zhang Xuezhou said. "As long as I continue to promote my physical cultivation, my body will definitely be able to hold on, and then I'll be able to free up my hands to solve the problem of accumulating Law Power and demonic energy!"

"I really don't have any Qi and Blood Elixirs. I've never practiced Qi and Blood techniques before," Divine Lord Zhenyuan said with a headache. "Besides, the pills in the Kunlun Sacred Land are rationed, so I can't even store them. I don't have a single extra pill on me after all these years!"

"I can't run around right now, can you help me kill some demons?" Zhang Xuezhou gritted his teeth and said, "I have a gourd here. As long as I inject the Essence Blood of demons into it and activate it with Law Power, it can be transformed into blood essence, which can also help me."

"There's no monster-inhabited ecosystem around here, so it'll be difficult to hunt any monsters anytime soon!"

Divine Lord Zhenyuan pointed to the surroundings of Duanhun Ridge.

Broken Soul Ridge has the element of a secret place, but it is too desolate. Only a few rabbit demons once lived here. It would be difficult to find demons in such a place. They had even tried to find some large wild animals but had not found any.

This is the ecosystem issue Zhang Xuezhou mentioned, and it's impossible for any powerful demons to live nearby.

Divine Lord Zhenyuan can help with hunting demons on long journeys, but Zhang Xuezhou may not be able to wait for his return.

That would be terrible!

Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath.

It is indeed a bad thing for a friend to be too poor. Divine Lord Zhenyuan was not only poor, but the Duanhun Ridge where he planned to settle down was also a barren area.

He was delighted by Divine Lord Zhenyuan's arrival, but Zhang Xuezhou realized he had been too hasty in his joy.

"If you insist on improving your Qi and Blood, only that powerful herb can satisfy you now!"

Zhang Xuezhou's death was a headache for Divine Lord Zhenyuan, but Zhang Xuezhou's life is undoubtedly a headache for Divine Lord Zhenyuan as well.

Unable to find a way to save Zhang Xuezhou, he could only watch helplessly as Zhang Xuezhou choked to death.

While Divine Lord Zhenyuan was troubled, a thought suddenly struck him. He remembered that the only remedy he could find at the moment was a powerful one to boost his Qi and Blood, and he quickly spoke up to offer his advice.

"Cistanche?"

Zhang Xuezhou asked a question, and Divine Lord Zhenyuan nodded.

This inevitably made Zhang Xuezhou's heart skip a beat as well.

The suoyang was causing him unbearable pain, but if he wanted to improve his Qi and Blood to enhance his physical body's resilience, the only thing he could use at the moment was suoyang.

"You must ensure your cultivation is smooth and that the power of your technique exceeds the strength of the Suoyang technique growing within your body; otherwise, it's like drinking poison to quench thirst, and it will lead to an even more gruesome death!"

Divine Lord Zhenyuan frowned.

Normally, such a request is extremely difficult to fulfill. Only physical techniques like the Eight-Nine Mystical Art can withstand the power of the Yang-Locking Expansion, and very few people have mastered the Eight- Eight-Nine Mystical Art Eight-Nine Mystical Art, let alone mastered it quickly.

But when his gaze swept over Zhang Xuezhou's body, Divine Lord Zhenyuan felt a glimmer of hope return to his heart.

Although it's uncertain whether Zhang Xuezhou can hold on in the long run, Zhang Xuezhou has at least held on for now. Even if it's a desperate measure, Zhang Xuezhou has the right to drink it.