Diji Cultivation Manual

After a brief gaffe, Liu Chunian barely regained her sanity, but her eyes were still full of disbelief.

Of course she knew what Wushisan was. It was rumored that it would be difficult to quit once addicted to it. If you don't get Wushisan after becoming addicted, you will go crazy, but if you take it for a long time, your body will definitely collapse.

She had always relied on Feng Yue not to threaten her life, but she never thought that he would use such a method to make her life worse than death.

Feng Yue looked at her face with great interest, and saw her pale face as he wished.

"You want to destroy me?" Liu Chunian pinched himself hard with the hands in his sleeves, trying to wake himself up, "I know you want me to be infected with Wushisan, and then I have to go back to Jin with you , I have to listen to you...but you know better than me what Wushi San is, and if things go on like this, my body and even my mind will have problems, so how can I rule Jin?"

Feng Yue smiled lightly: "I will control the dosage, so that you can last as long as possible."

"Killing chickens and taking eggs, would you do this kind of short-sighted behavior?" Liu Chunian saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, and suddenly thought of a possibility, "Have you already found the next successor?"

"That's right." Feng Yue didn't hide anything from her, and sighed regretfully, "Although she's not as good as you in general, she's already tens of thousands of times better than others, not to mention she has another person that you can never compare to. The virtue above all—loyalty."

Liu Chunian's fingers trembled slightly, and a chill crept up his back: "So you want to squeeze the last bit of value out of me, even at all costs?"

Feng Yue nodded calmly, with a cruel smile on his face: "You should be of greater value...but since I don't use it, what's the use of keeping it?"

At this point, Feng Yue did not try to persuade her to go back willingly, and Liu Chunian also knew that it was too late to say anything at this time.

Feng Yue has made this matter clear to such an extent, he will know that she has hated him to the bone, so how can she let her regain power without any scruples.

"Okay." Liu Chunian gritted her teeth, her face was cold and expressionless, but her eyes were full of killing intent, "You must not fall into my hands, or I will make you pay back a hundred times."

Feng Yue didn't take her words to heart at all, turned around and called the attendants in.

Seeing that the maid just now was not among the people who came, Liu Chunian smiled sarcastically: "Why, she failed to convince me just now, so you think she is useless?"

The servants opened the cell door and led her out.

Feng Yue stood there motionless, and when Liu Chunian passed by him, he laughed in a low voice, "Yuanxi, you're panicking."

Liu Chunian glanced at him, calmly suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes, and said with a sneer, "I've been taught."

The attendants brought her back to the exquisite room, and invited the accompanying doctor to treat her injuries.

Liu Chunian looked at all this coldly, as if everything had nothing to do with her.She knew that taking Wushi Powder for the first time would be dangerous, and if her body was too weak, she would not be able to bear it, so Feng Yue assigned a doctor to treat her.

The doctor took off her clothes and wanted to apply medicine for her trauma, but he couldn't help but gasped when he saw her body.

The fair skin is covered with scars, the wound on the shoulder has already festered, and there are crisscross welts on the body, which looks shocking.

"Emperor Concubine Yuanxi..." The doctor hesitated to speak. Seeing Liu Chunian was silent earlier, she thought that the injury was not serious, but she did not expect it to be like this.

Liu Chunian glanced at her indifferently: "It's okay, just take the medicine."

The doctor's hands trembled a little, and he barely bandaged her wound.

The hemostatic powder fell on the wound, but Liu Chunian didn't make any movement. The doctor wondered if she couldn't feel the pain.

Liu Chunian put on his coat, raised his hand and slightly gathered his collar, and looked at the doctor who was packing up the medicine box with a half-smile, "Is there an antidote for something like Wushisan?"

After hearing her question, the doctor paused, she hesitated for a moment and then shook her head: "There is no cure, we can only rely on ourselves to resist. But these years, most people have not survived."

Liu Chunian tied the belt with one hand, and looked down at his achievements: "Most people? That is to say, some people have survived?"

The doctor didn't expect that she would grasp this point, and sighed: "There is no absolute in this world, I just can't say it to death. I really haven't seen anyone who can survive it."

After finishing speaking, she hurried out and went outside to write the antipyretic prescription.

Leaning on the side of the bed, Liu Chunian seemed to be talking to himself in a low voice: "If someone has survived it, then I must be able to survive it too. If no one has survived it..."

She paused, looked up at the screen embroidered with phoenix bathing in flames, and smiled slightly: "Then I'll be the first one."

The doctor's medical skills brought by Feng Yue are naturally excellent, and only on the second day, Liu Chunian's feverish body returned to normal.

In the evening, the doctor checked her pulse and said with a smile, "Congratulations Di Ji, your body is fine, but you need to take care of it for a while."

Congratulations?

Liu Chunian couldn't help sneering in his heart, she would be infected with Wushisan after her health was fine, she really didn't know what to expect.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on Liu Chunian's body through the carved window. She stood in front of the window in single clothes and an outer shirt. Her long jet-black hair was untucked and scattered behind her casually.

The doctor looked up at her while he was packing the medicine box, and felt an inexplicable desolation about her, and in this desolation there was an awe-inspiring tenacity, like a green bamboo in a snowstorm. .

As expected by Liu Chunian, not long after the doctor left, Feng Yue stepped into her room alone.

Liu Chunian stood by the window and looked at him indifferently, wondering what was going on in his mind.

Feng Yue threw the medicine box in his hand to her: "You do it yourself, I don't want to do anything to you. I have already dismissed all the guards and maids in the courtyard, so I can save some face for you."

Liu Chunian knew that it was useless to resist and would only embarrass himself more, so he took the medicine box as if he was a walking dead, and took it with his eyes closed.

Wu Shi San did not have the kind of torment imagined, as if there was a feeling of ecstasy.

Liu Chunian couldn't support his body, and slowly fell to his knees on the ground, leaning his head weakly against the wall.

In a trance, there were bustling voices.

After a while, Liu Chunian felt his weak body fall into an embrace.

Someone whispered her name in her ear, her voice trembling slightly.