"Pain? Boy, do you know that some people would give anything for this kind of pain? Be content that you can feel it! If I didn't want you to live, you'd be dead already. Just bear with the discomfort!"
Hearing this, I desperately wanted to jump up and bite him. Was that even human language? If it were just pain, I could accept it. My master had beaten me since I was a child, so while I wasn't immune to pain, my body had developed some resistance.
But now, my body wasn't just in pain; it was also numb and itchy. At first, the numbness and itchiness were only on the surface, but by the time these words were spoken, the prickly, itchy sensation had begun to penetrate beneath the skin, and I vaguely felt it had already reached my bones.
I wanted to yell, but I couldn't make a sound because my tongue was numb, as if I had eaten half a pound of chili peppers. It was stiff, and my saliva felt like it was about to escape uncontrollably.
Apart from my eyes, which were still under my control, there wasn't a single spot on my body that wasn't numb or itchy. If my eyes could speak, the senior in the black shadow standing before me would have been killed countless times by my gaze, having been sent to the eighteenth level of hell at least a hundred times.
The pain and numbness mixed together, making it unbearable.
"Boy, you're ungrateful. Do you know what Innate Gang Qi represents? I circulated Innate Gang Qi through your body for several cycles to preserve your life. Otherwise, you wouldn't be enjoying the suffering of Yin energy infusion and unobstructed meridians! Such treatment, even if you had knelt and kowtowed to me, I wouldn't have opened your meridians. Just be happy!"
The figure in black seemed oblivious to the anger in my eyes and continued to boast, as if I had gained immense benefits.
However, I could no longer clearly hear what he was saying. His voice seemed to come from the heavens, rumbling, and my ears were filled with the sound of thousands of horses galloping.
When pain reaches a certain threshold, some bodily functions kick in to protect the human body by inducing unconsciousness. But I couldn't even achieve that. A warm current in my lower abdomen kept rushing towards my forehead along the meridians.
I don't know how much time passed. The pain and numbness had become something I adapted to. Primarily, the prolonged pain and numbness made my body unable to register the sensations anymore.
My eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. A faint blue light from outside the window illuminated the room, indicating that dawn had broken. The moment the morning sun appeared, the figure in black vanished from my sight, and I had no idea where he went. Sudan Novel Network.
When pain and numbness become a persistent habit, one begins to enjoy such a life. I, too, was passively enjoying this sensation of pain and numbness.
Cursing?
There was no one to curse.
I wanted to curse the senior in black, but with what words? He had already said that to save my life, he had allowed Sui Wan'er to escape. Should I curse my savior?
The sunlight was always warm, casting a drowsy feeling on my body. This wasn't because I wanted to sleep, but after a night of 'torture,' I finally felt alive. Yet, my body remained numb, and a sense of emptiness washed over me.
Just as I was about to fall asleep under the sun's warmth, a timid voice sounded in my ear.
"Young Master Song, are you still alive?"
Alive? Alive my foot!
Huang San, you ungrateful wretch! You abandoned me at a critical moment and ran away. Now you come back to ask if I'm okay? Isn't that adding insult to injury? The suffering I've endured is simply beyond words.
Although I had cursed Huang San profusely in my mind, no sound came from my mouth. It wasn't that I didn't want to speak, but my tongue was still numb. I could only manage some incoherent grunts, which were no different from saying nothing.
"Young Master Song, you're not dead, are you?"
I half-opened my eyes and saw Huang San, timid and looking around with his bean-sized eyes, as if ready to flee at the slightest sign of trouble.
Describing him as timid would be an insult to a mouse. At least a mouse calculates its chances of survival before venturing out. But Huang San? He first placed himself in the safest position and then considered other things. I reckoned he only showed himself after realizing I was no longer in danger. Otherwise, with his personality, he wouldn't have dared to emerge.
Seeing Huang San getting closer, I remained silent. Only when I was within reach did I suddenly make a move.
My entire body was weak, and the possibility of me grabbing Huang San was almost zero. But when I extended my hand, I was stunned. I had slapped Huang San directly to the ground, creating a vertical crater. Huang San's vigilant eyes remained fixed, and he hadn't even registered what had happened.
At this moment, I also felt my strength returning. Although the pain persisted, my recovered stamina was much better than yesterday. Looking at Huang San, who I had slammed into the ground like a mole, I looked at my right hand in confusion.
Had I eaten an elixir from Grand Supreme Elderly Lord? Had my body become divine overnight?
Then I thought it was unlikely. The senior in black had mentioned that to preserve my life, he had used Innate Gang Qi to protect my entire body. Could this be the benefit of Innate Gang Qi?
If that were the case, I would gladly endure the pain of being flayed and dismembered again. Although I had no Xuan Yang True Qi in my body now, I felt my strength had increased tenfold. I vaguely felt I could now defeat my past self twice over.
While I was contemplating this, Huang San, who was still in the ground, coughed and said with a forced cry, "Young Master Song, even if I fled in panic, you don't have to slam me into the ground the moment we meet, do you? Didn't I tell you? I went to get reinforcements for you!"
Huang San, who I had slammed into the ground, complained indignantly while struggling to climb out. My slap had been so powerful that it had driven him into the concrete layer. Despite his struggles, he couldn't get out.
"Help me out."
Seeing his aggrieved expression, I felt I had gone too far. I reached out and pulled him out of the concrete layer.
"Ouch... ouch... Can't you be gentler? Fortunately, my cultivation is decent, or I would have been killed by that slap." Huang San groaned in pain, but there wasn't a single visible injury on him, not even a single hair out of place.
"You have the nerve to say that? Where were you when I was being tortured? You only show up to help when I'm suffering. You're a traitor."
"Young Master Song, you wound me by saying that. It's not that I didn't want to help you, but do you think my strength could handle that female ghost? Besides, didn't you gain a stroke of fortune? Otherwise, how could you have slapped me into the concrete?" Huang San brushed the dirt off himself and said with a smirk.
"You..."
I raised my hand to slap him again, but he had already run far away. Then I thought, self-preservation is a biological instinct, and humans are no exception, let alone Huang San.
"You stayed outside and didn't leave. Did you see where those insects flew?"
"I saw the insects fly away, but I... I didn't see where they went. But I remember her scent. We can definitely find that female ghost by following the scent."
Seeing me raise my hand to hit him again, Huang San quickly blurted out the rest.
"Don't pause so much when you speak next time." I lowered my hand. It wasn't that I didn't want to hit Huang San, but I felt a sudden weakness, and I couldn't muster any strength in my entire body.
"I won't dare again. I was wronged by that slap." Huang San mumbled with a smile. "How about I take you to find that female ghost now?"
"This... let's eat something first. Then we can talk..."