Poison Cultivation

"Fellow Daoist, the Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian and the Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian are both severed, and the Chong and Ren Meridians are also broken and difficult to repair. The internal organs are injured, and the Qi mechanism is obstructed..."

From now on, my cultivation level will likely only be able to reach the third level of Qi Refining.

In Qingxiafang, a medicine shop was shrouded in gloom.

The doctor on duty slowly stroked his beard, withdrew his hand from taking the pulse, and spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something extremely ordinary.

Upon hearing his words, Chen Luo felt a buzzing in his mind, his vision suddenly went dark, and his face turned as pale as paper.

Qi Refining Triple Level...

How could this happen?

He had only just awakened his innate wisdom and remembered his past life. He originally wanted to use his knowledge from his previous life to fight for a path to immortality in this world of cultivation.

To his surprise, as soon as he looked up, he was struck on the head with a stick, making him see stars.

The doctor ignored his paleness and dazed expression, and simply lowered his head to grind ink and lay out paper.

He had seen far too many similar injuries in the Seven Star Sea.

In their quest for immortality, cultivators venture into the caves of their predecessors and explore ancient secret realms, where life and death hang in the balance amidst the clash of swords, traps, and poisonous miasma.

Among them were those who lost hands or feet, and others whose cultivation was completely destroyed and whose foundation of cultivation was shattered...

But what does it matter if the meridians are broken and the Qi is trapped in the three levels of cultivation?

Many more people's remains are left in unknown corners, never to be known for eternity.

"I will prescribe a medicine for you, along with the Shan'an Hall's secret Meridian Opening Pill, which should be able to barely preserve your cultivation level."

The doctor wrote a prescription in a flash and pushed it in front of him.

"Otherwise, even if one reaches the third level of Qi Refining, things might become somewhat unstable."

Chen Luo pursed his lips, not taking the medicine, but instead reaching out and pressing down on the doctor's wrist, his voice carrying the last glimmer of hope, and said:

"Sir, you are a first-grade high-level alchemist. Could it be that... you really have no way at all?"

"If you can heal my meridians, I will give you everything I have, and you will surely repay me handsomely!"

The doctor gently withdrew his hand, shook his head, and spoke with only indifference and helplessness:

"I understand what you're thinking. You've been looking for many people these past few days, but the result has been the same."

This isn't a minor injury; it's a complete rupture of the main artery, a fundamental breakdown.

"Even if I possess some skill, I am merely a first-level alchemist, and there is truly nothing I can do."

Chen Luo slowly lowered his head, and the faint light in his eyes gradually faded away.

In the past few days, he has been running around the market seeking treatment for his injuries, looking for famous doctors everywhere.

But no matter where I went, I heard the same things.

Even this top-grade first-level alchemist could only say, "I am powerless to help."

He suddenly realized that his path to immortality was probably truly over.

Like a broken vein, it can never be repaired.

Seeing his condition, the doctor felt a pang of pity, sighed deeply, and said:

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be so discouraged. There are always things in this world that we Qi Refining stage cultivators cannot achieve."

Perhaps a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator would have a solution.

"Foundation Building Stage..."

A bitter taste rose in Chen Luo's mouth.

He was originally a rogue cultivator with no one to rely on. He was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Now his meridians were all broken, and he could barely maintain the third level of Qi Refining. How could he have the face or the resources to ask a Foundation Establishment senior for help?

"That's enough, that's enough."

He propped himself up to stand, took out ten low-grade spirit stones, and gently placed them on the table, his voice trembling.

"Thank you for your treatment, sir."

The old man's gaze fell on the spirit stone, then he looked at him and hesitated, saying, "That medicine..."

Chen Luo shook his head.

"No, I don't want it. I'm no use to you in this state."

Having said that, his face turned ashen, his steps faltered, and he staggered out of Shan'an Hall.

When I reached the threshold, my legs gave way and I almost fell over.

The doctor watched his staggering figure, sighed, put away the prescription, and ultimately said nothing more.

Outside the pharmacy, the street was bustling with people, all of them cultivators hurrying along.

Sword light, spiritual energy, and boisterous laughter all rushed into Chen Luo's eyes, but to him, the world was nothing but a gray expanse, devoid of any brilliance.

All the memories of my past life surged up like a tidal wave.

He was frail and sickly from a young age, and was bedridden for a long time at a young age.

While others were studying and going to school, he had to suspend his studies and be hospitalized.

While others settled down, built careers, and achieved success, he could only peer out from the hospital window, feeling powerless even to express his envy.

Later, his condition worsened day by day, and even getting up and walking became a luxury. In the end, he did not want to be a burden to his parents any longer and ended his life hastily.

I thought that by awakening my innate wisdom in this life and re-entering the path of cultivation, I could finally break free from that broken body and strive for immortality and freedom.

Who would have thought that, after all the twists and turns, he would still be brought down by a few broken meridians, and would be trapped in this half-dead state for the rest of his life.

"Yan Xiangsong—!"

He gritted his teeth, speaking slowly and deliberately, veins bulging on his forehead, his fingers clenching so tightly they cracked.

He couldn't remember how he managed to move back to that dilapidated little house.

In the heart, in the mind, in the soul

Only one name was engraved on it.

The person who shattered his meridians and crushed all his hopes with his own hands.

With his eyes closed, memories flooded Chen Luo's mind like a tidal wave.

He originally possessed the three spiritual roots of fire, earth, and wood, which would be considered average in the cultivation world.

As long as one cultivates diligently and patiently, without being impatient or impetuous, there is hope that one will eventually be able to open the door to foundation building.

He has always done it this way.

Amidst the bustling cultivators, he lived like a shadow, silent and unnoticed, neither competing with others nor fighting against the world, only cultivating silently, step by step, until he reached the fifth level of Qi Refining.

I thought that as long as I kept going like this, one day I would be able to earn a decent future.

But that's just how things are in this world.

The more obedient you are, the more fate will push you to the brink of despair.

Once, while out at sea to collect herbs, he was suddenly caught in a tsunami storm. A wave swept him into an unfamiliar sea.

On the verge of death, he unexpectedly stumbled upon a deserted island, where a first-order spiritual vein was hidden.

He was almost overjoyed, thinking that his luck had turned and his suffering had finally come to an end.

But before this joy could even warm my heart, Yan Xiangsong arrived.

That person was a disciple of the Chaoyin Sect, with a cultivation level of thirteen levels of Qi Refining. He was arrogant and haughty.

Upon seeing the spiritual vein appear in the world, they tried to seize it without saying a word.

With just one palm strike, he was struck so hard that his bones shattered and blood gushed out, leaving him critically injured and on the verge of death.

With his last breath, Chen Luo charged into the deadly storm once more, managing to save his life.

Perhaps Heaven has not yet forsaken him.

He was tossed about in the raging waves, having already closed his eyes and awaited death, but unexpectedly Su Hui awoke on the verge of life and death.

It was thanks to this one exception, and that lingering will to survive, that he managed to struggle and escape from underwater.

His life was saved.

But the power of that palm strike had already severed several of his main meridians, damaging his very foundation.

From then on, his cultivation level plummeted, and his strength was barely enough to reach the third level of Qi Refining. Any further ascent was now a pipe dream.

In his previous life, he was confined to his sickbed and trapped in his mortal body;

In this life, he regained his immortal path, only to be struck down by someone and plunged back into an abyss of despair even deeper than in his previous life.

"Chaoyin Gate... Yan Xiangsong..."

He murmured the two names, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I'll kill you all one day—!"

Enraged, he slammed his fist on the table.

With a loud bang, the wooden table shattered.

But he used too much force, and the old wound on his chest was suddenly aggravated, and a sharp pain shot through his chest and spine, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing him.

Chen Luo's face turned deathly pale. He hurriedly tried to steady himself and forcefully suppressed his surging qi, which eased the intense pain in his chest.

At that very moment—

boom--!

Deep within my mind, it was as if a thunderclap suddenly exploded.

Chen Luo felt his sea of ​​consciousness surge violently. Amidst the raging waves, countless golden rays burst forth from the mist, dazzling and bright, illuminating even his dark soul as if it were daytime.

In the center of the golden light, a three-legged bronze cauldron slowly rose.

The body of the cauldron is cast with the sun, moon, stars, flowers, birds, insects, beasts, mountains, rivers, and spiritual veins, while the inside of the cauldron is engraved with dense ancient seal script characters, which are mysterious and difficult to describe.

Chen Luo was startled, feeling that something was extremely strange.

In the path of cultivation, only by reaching the Purple Mansion Realm can one open up the inner palace and store magical treasures within oneself.

He hadn't even opened his Purple Mansion yet; he was merely a Qi Refining cultivator. Yet this thing could directly penetrate into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"What...what is this?"

He was wary and only dared to probe cautiously with a faint trace of his divine sense.

In an instant, countless pieces of information flowed into his soul like a gentle stream.

It turns out that this cauldron is called the "Ten Thousand Poisons Returning to Flow Cauldron," and it is the heirloom of the Nascent Soul sect "Ten Thousand Poisons Sect" in the spirit world.

Back then, his sect suffered a devastating calamity. To ensure the continuation of their lineage, the sect leader and elders threw this cauldron into the void, where it drifted through the endless sea of ​​stars, awaiting a destined person.

Over the long years, the treasures within the cauldron have long been destroyed in the chaotic void, with only the many inheritances of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect remaining, engraved on the cauldron's body.

When Chen Luo was reincarnated, he happened to merge with this cauldron, and his soul and the cauldron became one, which led to the changes we see today.

All Poisons Return to the Cauldron...

"Just who is this person who could uproot and slaughter an entire Nascent Soul sect..."

Chen Luo felt a chill in his heart, fearing that such a ruthless and all-powerful person might follow a thread of cause and effect to find him and eliminate him as well.

But then he thought, now that his meridians are all broken and his path to enlightenment is destroyed, he is already half dead. Even the road ahead is pitch black, so why should he fear anything about life, death, fortune, or misfortune?

With an opportunity presented before him, even if it meant facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and take the plunge.

"May God help me, there must be a way to heal my meridians in this cauldron."

Without further hesitation, he firmly attached his divine sense to the cauldron, frantically absorbing and perusing the inherited knowledge.

Because he was only at the Qi Refining Realm, his spiritual sense was extremely weak, and the Myriad Poisons Returning to Flow Cauldron only slowly opened the first level of inheritance.

Even so, the contents are already incredibly complex.

It encompasses everything: elixirs, talismans, artifacts, and formations.

He was dazzled and his mind was shaken. Before long, he felt a throbbing pain in his head.

Within this vast heritage, his gaze rapidly searched and soon settled on a particular method.

"The Method of Continuing the Vein with Insect Threads"?