Chapter 27

Yi Yun absorbed the energy of the Withered Bone at night, feeling full, and during the day, he secretly watched the Warrior Training Camp members practice. He even spied on Professor Yao Yuan teaching the "Dragon Sinew Tiger Bone Fist."

The place where the Warrior Training Camp practiced wasn't a restricted area, and people often came and went. As long as Yi Yun was careful, he wouldn't be discovered.

After learning martial arts, Yi Yun would go to the back mountain to cultivate, fully digesting the energy of the Withered Bone and integrating it into his flesh and blood. This cultivation rhythm was nearly perfect.

After a few days, Yi Yun's Thunder Sound Realm became more solid. He could now stay underwater for twenty-five minutes, a duration that was almost as long as a dolphin's.

When there was still one month left before the Ta Ai Divine Kingdom's warrior selection, the laborer who was refining the Withered Bone with Yi Yun fell ill.

Even though Yi Yun had tried his best to absorb the toxic blue energy, a significant amount still seeped into these people's bodies, causing them to suffer from what was called "fever and chills."

After the first person fell ill, Yi Yun quickly "fell ill" as well, and his "illness" was very severe.

Yi Yun couldn't come to refine the Withered Bone anymore. According to Jiang Xiaorou, Yi Yun was vomiting and having diarrhea, his face was pale, and his body was extremely weak. He couldn't even get out of bed, so Jiang Xiaorou had to ask for leave on his behalf.

Zhao Tiezhu, scratching his ear, listened to Jiang Xiaorou's description and wore a smug smile. "Oh, vomiting and diarrhea? Pale face? Weak body? Tsk, tsk, tsk, wasn't his life force supposed to be strong? How come he can't even get out of bed this time?"

Zhao Tiezhu's voice was mocking, and Jiang Xiaorou's face turned cold, seemingly very angry. In reality, she was just putting on a show. She knew that Yi Yun was fine and was just pretending to be sick.

"Your brother was just a weakling. If he had died, it would have been fine, but since Young Master Lian is kind-hearted, he has already sent the medicinal pills!"

Zhao Tiezhu, speaking reluctantly, pulled out a red pill from behind his back.

In Zhao Tiezhu's mind, he didn't want to give Yi Yun the medicinal pill at all. He hoped Yi Yun would die from the illness, but he didn't know why Lian Chengyu valued Yi Yun so much and specifically instructed him to give Yi Yun a pill and ensure he took it.

Does Young Master Lian really appreciate this little brat?

Thinking of this, Zhao Tiezhu felt very unhappy.

"Young Master Lian is so kind!"

"Young Master Lian is too kind!"

At this moment, many people who were refining the Withered Bone had fallen ill and gathered here to receive the medicine. When they saw Zhao Tiezhu take out a pill that was rumored to bring the dead back to life and intended to give it to Yi Yun, they immediately began to flatter Lian Chengyu.

These people had previously worried that Lian Chengyu would ignore them, but now it seemed that even Yi Yun, the useless boy, had medicine. Their strong men should also have medicine, right?

Especially when they saw Zhao Tiezhu holding a bulging cloth bag that looked like it contained cured meat, they became even more excited, and the scene quickly became uncontrollable.

"Sir Zhao, my husband is also sick!"

"Sir Zhao, my child's father is even more seriously ill, he has been vomiting for three days!"

A group of people surrounded Zhao Tiezhu, hoping he would give them a pill and a piece of cured meat. Their eyes were full of anticipation, almost ready to kowtow to Zhao Tiezhu.

Zhao Tiezhu was very satisfied with this feeling of being the center of attention. He thought Young Master Lian was too soft-hearted, giving such precious pills and cured meat to these commoners, which was a waste!

Zhao Tiezhu originally wanted to eat a pill himself, but Lian Chengyu had warned him in advance, so he had to give up. Especially since this pill was to be given to Yi Yun, the little monkey, which made Zhao Tiezhu even more unhappy.

"Stop making noise! As long as you are really sick, you will get a share!"

Zhao Tiezhu opened the cloth bag, counted the people, and distributed the medicine and cured meat.

Each person who received the pill and cured meat thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you, Sir Zhao! Thank you, Sir Zhao!"

"Why thank me? You should thank Young Master Lian. Young Master Lian will remember your contributions to the tribe. As long as you refine the Withered Bone well and do your part, Young Master Lian and the tribe will not treat you unfairly."

Zhao Tiezhu said this with a sense of accomplishment, feeling as if he represented the upper echelons of the Lian Clan. At that moment, he even felt like he was part of the Lian Clan's upper echelons.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Young Master Lian." Some of the suffering people knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of the clan leader's courtyard.

Zhao Tiezhu was very satisfied with this effect. He had almost finished distributing the cured meat and pills, with only two pieces left. One was the largest, and the other was the smallest.

The largest piece of cured meat was reserved for himself. When Lian Chengyu asked him to distribute the cured meat, he had chosen the largest piece for himself.

Since the cured meat was counted, what to do if one piece was missing? Simple, cut a small piece from the second-largest piece.

Of course, this small piece was the smallest of all the cured meat, and he gave it to Jiang Xiaorou.

"This is yours."

Zhao Tiezhu said indifferently.

"You..."

Jiang Xiaorou, seeing her piece of cured meat was so small, knew that Zhao Tiezhu was deliberately targeting her. She was very angry, but she knew it was useless to argue and put the cured meat away.

Yun'er hadn't eaten meat for a long time.

"How is your brother doing?" Zhao Tiezhu, putting the largest piece of cured meat in his pocket, asked lazily.

"Didn't I just say it?" Jiang Xiaorou replied irritably.

"Hehe, I'll go see him with you. Since I am so kind-hearted and care about the people." Zhao Tiezhu subtly distinguished himself from the common people, calling Yi Yun a "commoner" in a very annoying tone.

As for why he wanted to see Yi Yun, it was, of course, due to Lian Chengyu's instructions. Otherwise, he wouldn't bother. Zhao Tiezhu didn't understand why Lian Chengyu cared about this little brat.

In fact, Lian Chengyu had only casually instructed Zhao Tiezhu and didn't take this matter too seriously. He had lofty ambitions and wanted to become a superior person, enjoying endless glory. How could he care about a small figure like Yi Yun?

He was just curious why Yi Yun could survive multiple times.

The first time, when he fell while gathering herbs and was buried in a grave, he managed to crawl out.

The second time, when Lian Chengyu secretly sent a deadly energy into Yi Yun's body, he still didn't die.

This time, while refining the Withered Bone, the cold poison in the Withered Bone, combined with the toxicity of the Blood Transformation Pill, made Lian Chengyu wonder if Yi Yun could survive this time.

In Lian Chengyu's view, Yi Yun was like a cockroach. Cockroaches are weak, but they have a strong will to live. Even when crushed, with all their internal organs burst and unable to move, they can still survive for a day or two without food or water.

Yi Yun seemed to be in a similar situation, with negligible strength but repeatedly surviving major disasters.

"Bang!"

The courtyard gate was kicked open, and Jiang Xiaorou's clear and angry voice rang out, "What are you doing?!"

"Haha, I'm here to see your brother."

Zhao Tiezhu walked in casually and immediately saw Yi Yun lying on the bed.

At this moment, Yi Yun's face was covered in sweat, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead. In front of his bed was a basin that seemed to contain vomit, and the entire room was filled with a sour and foul smell.

"Damn, so disgusting!"

Zhao Tiezhu looked disgusted, pinched his nose, and threw the Blood Transformation Pill to Yi Yun. "I don't know what kind of luck you have to get Young Master Lian's special attention. You look worse than a beggar, and just looking at you makes me feel sick. Take the medicine quickly!"

Yi Yun, expressionless, picked up the Blood Transformation Pill that had fallen on the bed, and Jiang Xiaorou hurriedly brought a bowl of water.

The moment Yi Yun got the Blood Transformation Pill, he could feel its energy properties.

The pill contained a negligible amount of energy and no valuable herbs, but it was highly toxic.

Good pills contain energy. When a person takes the pill, the medicinal power disperses and flows into the body, naturally healing injuries and invigorating the body.

However, inferior pills like the Blood Transformation Pill contain almost no energy. Instead, they rely on toxins to stimulate the body, unleashing its potential without regard for consequences.

After taking such a pill, a person might recover quickly, but their lifespan would be significantly shortened.

Yi Yun, of course, wouldn't take such a pill that was harmful and had no benefits.

Although Zhao Tiezhu was watching, it wasn't difficult for Yi Yun to deceive him. He took the pill and drank some water, pretending to drink a lot. In reality, when he put the bowl down, he spat the water back into the bowl.

Then, Yi Yun made a great effort to swallow, but since he had no water in his mouth, he didn't actually swallow anything.

Immediately after, Yi Yun pretended to cough violently due to his weak body, making it difficult to drink water.

Jiang Xiaorou quickly took a rough cloth to wipe Yi Yun's mouth. During this process, Yi Yun subtly spat out the Blood Transformation Pill and left it in the cloth.

When the cloth was wrapped up, nothing could be seen.

Zhao Tiezhu, already looking disgusted and impatient, couldn't see through Yi Yun's act. Even if Lian Chengyu had come personally, he might not have noticed that Yi Yun had spit out the pill.

After all, Yi Yun was just a twelve-year-old boy. Who would have thought he could act like this?

"You're lucky. Taking this pill will not only save your life but also make you more energetic, so you won't look like a sickly person all the time!"

After saying this, Zhao Tiezhu left.

After Zhao Tiezhu left, Yi Yun narrowed his eyes and looked at the Blood Transformation Pill wrapped in the cloth. A sharp light flashed in his eyes. Lian Chengyu was ruthless, killing so many people just to refine one Withered Bone!

This world was different from Earth.

On Earth, if two children had a fight and one stabbed the other to death after school, such incidents, though rare, would make it to the news on Tencent and other websites.

But in this world, where strength was supreme, if someone killed another in a fit of anger, it wasn't even considered a big deal.

On Earth, killing was a major crime due to peace and the rule of law. Here, killing someone was like slaughtering a chicken or a dog.

Sometimes, killing didn't even require a reason; disliking someone was enough.

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