Chapter 41

Yi Yun was originally exerting all his strength to absorb the energy from the desolate bone today, but he never expected the energy to be so intense.

Originally, Yi Yun estimated that it would take him at least five to six days to completely absorb the energy from this desolate bone.

However, the current situation was that the energy Yi Yun absorbed in just a few seconds was more than what he had absorbed in the past two to three days combined!

Could this be the result of unblocking his meridians?

Yi Yun felt the burning sensation in his meridians and suddenly understood.

This was the first time Yi Yun absorbed the energy from the desolate bone after breaking through to the Fourth Layer of the Meridian Realm in the Mortal Blood Stage!

Before this, Yi Yun's meridians were blocked, and he could only absorb the energy from the desolate bone through his physical body. The amount of energy the physical body could contain was extremely limited, and Yi Yun would quickly become full.

But once the meridians were unblocked, it was a different story. The meridians themselves were channels for the flow of primordial energy, and their capacity to contain energy far exceeded that of the physical body.

The meridians were like highways for energy. Reaching the Fourth Layer of the Meridian Realm in the Mortal Blood Stage was like having the energy highways in his body unblocked.

Originally, the energy from the desolate bone seeped into Yi Yun's body slowly, but now, the energy was like rushing through the highways of his meridians directly into his body. The two were incomparable.

Yi Yun had not undergone systematic martial arts training and had no idea about the difference, so he accidentally injured himself, and the injury was severe—his meridians had only just been expanded and unblocked a few days ago, how could they withstand such a powerful energy surge?

In one go, he had basically absorbed all the remaining essence from the desolate bone of the cold python!

"There's actually such a thing... absorbing too much energy and ending up like this, it's really a pity."

Yi Yun felt very unlucky. He felt as if all his meridians were about to break. It was like he had gone to a seafood feast, eaten until his stomach was bloated and indigestive, and ended up in the hospital.

In fact, if the energy was strong enough, it could really rupture a person's meridians.

This was not a rare occurrence in the martial cultivation world. Ordinary people who ate medicinal herbs that were too potent for their bodies to digest would die, and martial artists who consumed desolate bone relics they couldn't digest would burst and die.

This kind of death was truly pathetic, and to Yi Yun, it felt the same as dying from overeating.

Yi Yun felt as if his body was on fire. He felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

"Hey, little monkey, what are you lying on the ground for? Pretending to be dead and not working, huh?"

A black-faced man scolded angrily. This man had a son named "Datu," and a few days ago, he had used "Datu" to scold Yi Yun.

"Damn it, didn't you hear me?" Datu's father saw that Yi Yun was still lying on the ground and immediately flew into a rage. He threw his axe and was about to kick Yi Yun a few times, but he noticed that Yi Yun's face was pale, and his body was trembling slightly. Blood was flowing from his nostrils and ears.

This made Datu's father dumbfounded!

Something was wrong!

Datu's father, though not a good person, was vicious and liked to take others' things, but when he saw someone about to die, he would panic.

"Hurry up, report to the higher-ups and tell them someone is dying."

Datu's father said to a companion.

This wasn't because Datu's father was cursing Yi Yun. Seeing Yi Yun with blood flowing from all seven orifices, how could he not die?

In the Lian Clan, medical conditions were virtually non-existent, resources were severely scarce, and the clan members' physical resistance was weak. In such a situation, even catching a cold could be fatal, let alone bleeding from all seven orifices.

In Datu's father's view, Yi Yun was certain to die!

"Little monkey, don't die here. If you have to die, move to another place..." Datu's father said, reaching out to grab Yi Yun. But as soon as he touched Yi Yun's hand, he felt as if his hand was on fire, making him scream in pain. His body fell backward, and he landed on a pile of firewood, almost hitting his head on the red-hot cauldron. If he had really hit it, he would have been dead.

Even so, Datu's father's hair was singed, and he was terrified, as if something had entered his body through his touch with Yi Yun.

"What's going on?" Datu's father was startled. This was too bizarre, like being bitten by a snake. His hand that touched Yi Yun was still trembling.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" The other laborers rushed over.

Datu's father, still in shock, said, "I don't know if this kid is possessed by a ghost. We need to report to Young Master Lian quickly."

Datu's father said this, and a laborer who was tending the fire hurriedly went to report.

Datu's father thought for a moment and, a bit afraid, said to Yi Yun, "Little monkey... no, little brother, what's wrong with you? You have to hold on. I've already sent someone to get help. The doctor from the clan will be here soon."

Although Datu's father said this, he knew that the clan had only one doctor, and it was unlikely that the doctor would come to treat Yi Yun.

The doctor was almost exclusively for the clan's upper echelons. Otherwise, with over a thousand households in the clan, everyone would seek his help, and he wouldn't be able to handle it. Even if he could, there wouldn't be enough herbs. The herbs in the Lian Clan were very precious.

So, when poor people got sick, they could only rely on themselves. If they couldn't bear it, they would be left to their fate. After all, their lives were cheap.

"Little brother, I was greedy and took your porridge before. Don't blame me."

Datu's father had no idea that Yi Yun had been favored by Zhang Yuxian. Seeing that Yi Yun probably wouldn't make it, he tried to comfort Yi Yun before his "death," worried that Yi Yun's ghost would come back to haunt him.

The people in the Great Wasteland were very superstitious, probably because their lives were too hard, so they needed a spiritual寄托. They believed that bad people would go to hell after death, good people would ascend to paradise, and poor people had a chance to be reborn into a better life in their next life.

Yi Yun was almost in tears, thinking, "I'm not even dead yet, and I'm being cursed like this."

But to be honest, this was a lesson. Absorbing too much essence from the desolate bone could really be fatal.

Today's situation was truly unlucky. What does it mean to be too happy and then suffer? This was the perfect example.

...

While Yi Yun's meridians were injured and blood was flowing from all seven orifices, in the Lian Clan's main courtyard, Lian Chengyu also received the news. The person reporting was Zhao Tiezhu.

"Master Lian, hehe, that kid Yi Yun is almost done for. They say he's possessed by a ghost, and blood is flowing from his nose and mouth!"

Hearing that Yi Yun was in trouble, Zhao Tiezhu was very happy. "So you got favored by Master Lian, but now you're finished."

"Hmm?"

Lian Chengyu was originally practicing his boxing. Hearing Zhao Tiezhu's words, his movements paused slightly, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

What ghost possession? Lian Chengyu believed this was just the foolish view of the ignorant. Lian Chengyu was certain that Yi Yun's condition was the result of the cold energy from the desolate bone and the Blood Transformation Pill interacting.

This kid's time has come!