I long to return home!

Before long, the powerful medicinal force began to converge along the meridians towards the spiritual root in the body. This excruciating pain was far beyond what ordinary people could bear.

Seeing this, Zhang Lin sneered and mocked, "You've never seen anything good before. You're incredibly stupid. The combined effects of five Cleansing Spirit Pills will at best shatter your bones and spirit roots, making it impossible for you to embark on the path of cultivation again, and at worst, you'll die on the spot."

As expected, the powerful medicinal force caused intense pain to spread throughout the body as soon as it approached the spiritual root. The heart pounded wildly, and the surrounding meridians were also thrown into chaos by the medicinal force.

Huai Zhen couldn't withstand the first round of stacking and coughed up blood. He must be regretting it now, he shouldn't have been so reckless.

But what's done is done, and there's no going back. Now, all we can do is take a gamble. "Wuji Nourishing Life Path." Huai Zhen waved his hands slightly, and hot true energy kept emanating from his body.

Nourishing the blood and blood with the Wuji Nourishing Body Method has the wonderful effect of stabilizing the heart and nerve meridians.

The first round of medicinal power washed over Huai Zhen's body like a steel knife, cleansing the dull, gray spiritual root that was only adorned with a faint spiritual light.

After about an hour, the spiritual root was completely renewed after the first round of medicinal effects. The dull spiritual root gradually regained its luster, but there were no other changes.

This is strange. Zhang Lin saw it and knew that a single Spirit Cleansing Pill of this quality could lay the foundation for a cultivator's new spiritual root. A cultivator with good aptitude might be cleansed to a high-grade or even top-grade spiritual root attribute in one go. But why did this fake pill seem to have no effect on the child after taking it? Even if the child had bad luck and poor aptitude, there should at least be some visible reaction in the spiritual root.

The matter was not over so quickly. Less than half an incense stick's time had passed when the second wave of medicinal power surged in, this time even more ferocious than the last, like two curved blades wildly slashing at the spiritual root, as if carving an object.

Bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Huai Zhen frowned and his body trembled violently. Even with the Wuji Nourishing Life Technique, it seemed to have little effect in this attack.

However, Huai Zhen's cultivation method is not limited to the Wuji Nourishing Life Method; there is also a method that can temporarily enhance one's own Qi, blood, and spiritual power.

Barbarian King's Strength.

Huai Zhen clenched his fist, the prominent veins visible to the naked eye, and slammed it into his chest. The violent beating of his heart caused the blood and qi in his body to circulate rapidly.

At this moment, Huai Zhen's muscles were taut, his meridians bulged, and his strength and blood circulation increased several times over. Facing the onslaught of the second round of mixed medicinal power, he gritted his teeth and persevered until the end.

However, after two rounds of medicinal effects, the spiritual veins within the sculpture remained dull and gray, except for a noticeably more refined luster; otherwise, they were still the same.

“This…” Zhang Lin was stunned. He had never seen this situation before. If it was just one pill, it would be fine, just bad luck. But even if the aptitude of the two Cleansing Spirit Pills was poor, there should be some reaction and fluctuations in elemental power.

Then came the third wave of mixed medicinal power, which layered upon each other, each wave more ferocious than the last.

The third round of medicinal power was like ten thousand sharp swords first piercing into the spiritual root one by one, and then ten thousand swords passing through it. The pain caused by this was unbearable for Huaizhen. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest and howling.

"Hmph, greedy, keep being greedy. You've brought this upon yourself. If you swallow five Cleansing Spirit Pills in one gulp, who else but you will die?" Zhang Lin sneered, turning his head away and no longer looking, because this time he could tell that there was a 99% chance that his opponent was doomed. Even if he were lucky enough to survive, his spiritual root would be destroyed, his meridians and bones would be broken, and he would be reduced to a cripple.

But things didn't go as he expected. Huai Zhen, in agony, unleashed his last trump card, a technique far superior to the Barbarian King's Strength.

"The magical power of transforming blood!"

Huai Zhen tore open his tattered clothes, kneeling on the bluestone floor like a ferocious beast, letting out a low growl. The Blood Transformation Divine Art circulated rapidly within his body, instantly increasing his power tenfold!

His muscles swelled up, making him feel twice as big. Huai Zhen's pupils gradually turned blood red, and suddenly, blood-red patterns appeared on his chest and back.

The patterns faintly shimmered with a bloody light, while simultaneously causing the blood and qi within the body to surge like a raging torrent. Under this strange force, the bluestone floor tiles below the knees could not withstand the pressure and shattered directly. Even the bricks that were casually touched and held crumbled into pieces like tofu.

A terrifying howl rang out, and with his long, white hair flowing, he looked like a demon from hell. Then, for some unknown reason, clumps of blood energy surged from his body. This blood energy seemed to have a sound, and if you looked into it, you could hear the sounds of swords clashing and a person's painful howl.

The blood-red anger and indescribable malevolent aura filled the air, drawing even Zhang Lin into it, allowing him to look back on his life as an observer.

At this moment, his eyes were clear, a stark contrast to Huai Zhen's, and there was not a trace of blood energy affecting his body.

He blinked slightly and a familiar scene appeared before him: a hundred thousand soldiers gathered together, their armor gleaming and their horses galloping, displaying their heroic spirit.

Standing at the forefront of the army was the person he could never forget in his life. His long hair was tied up high and swayed in the wind. He was dressed in a set of majestic armor and looked like a general.

"General..."

Zhang Lin was stunned. He wondered if he was seeing things and rubbed his eyes hard, but what followed confirmed that it was real.

Behind that general stood a dozen or so imposing figures in armor, chatting and laughing as they gazed at the vast expanse of land. Behind them were their respective armies, numbering in the thousands. Zhang Lin even saw a younger version of himself among them.

At that time, he had long, black hair draped over his shoulders, a smile on his face, and a very carefree demeanor. Although his cultivation was at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, making him the weakest general in the entire army, he was the most popular among young and beautiful women during the march.

Zhang Lin witnessed everything that happened during the march, and even broke a major military rule by having an ambiguous relationship with a young woman during one of the marches.

Looking back, wars were frequent and many countries were at war. At that time, the cultivation world was not very stable, there were not many cultivators, and cultivators who could reach the Nascent Soul stage were rare in the world. There were even fewer than ten powerful cultivators in the Deity Transformation stage.

At that time, the majority of people were ordinary folks. Due to the impact of the war, the people were suffering and many areas were engulfed in war.

Even after ten thousand years, Zhang Lin still had some recollection of the incident. The woman he had met that night was the daughter of a wealthy merchant who had been living away from home.

Having relations with civilian women during a march was a capital offense under the military regulations at the time, but Zhang Lin survived. Thinking of Zhang Lin, my eyes welled up with tears again.

The general saved him and arranged for him to marry the wealthy merchant's daughter, promising to formally marry her after the country's conflicts were quelled. However, a mortal's life is but a hundred years, and by the time the war ends, he will likely have already returned to the world, becoming a handful of dust.

"General, this was truly just an accident! I have absolutely no feelings for this woman. Human life is but a hundred years. We must always prioritize the greater good. Protecting our homeland and fighting the enemy is what we men should do."

"How dare you! Zhang Lin, you've broken military regulations and still dare to act so unreasonably. In your eyes, she may just be a mortal who will grow old in the blink of an eye, but don't forget, mortals and immortals are still human!"

"You need not concern yourself with this matter. I do not wish to mention it again! Just accept your punishment in peace."

At this moment, Zhang Lin sighed softly, feeling an indescribable emotion. More than ten years later, he learned from his soldiers that the general had used his own blood to refine pills, and according to the pill formula, he had made several pills that could extend the lifespan of mortals. Although there were not many, they could extend lifespan by at least a hundred years.