Chapter 59: The Fearsome Poison Master, Agony and Torment

  The crimson powder of Soul Devouring Dissipation turned into a stream of tiny air currents flowing through the meridians all over his body from the moment it entered his mouth. Zhuo Yifan only felt his whole body weak and painful, as if countless small insects were crawling inside his body, and although time passed, this pain was also gradually increasing.

  "Wu Shao, here is a packet of good soul-wounding medicine. After taking it and resting for half an hour, the spiritual brain can be repaired and the meditation energy can be replenished. The Soul-Devouring Powder in this kid's body has taken effect, I want to take him back to study. The King of Souls touched Zuo Yifan's face, saying slowly: "Wu Shao, if you're interested, you're welcome to visit my underground secret chamber."

  "Alright, I'm tired too. Go back and rest first, Soul King must take good care of him."

  "Don't worry, Wu Shao." The Soul King nodded and casually gestured to two guards who escorted Zhuo Yifan out of the wine tower's corner, where there was a secret passage that could directly lead outside without being detected, also serving as a shortcut to the hidden chamber.

  "Seven Apertures Life-Extinguishing Powder, Hundred Flowers Soft Bone Dan, Ruthless Child-Cutting Poison... Hahaha! I'll experiment with them one by one on you!" Soul King gazed at Zhuo Yifan with relish, extremely excited, in an exceptionally good mood, his mind full of poisons.

  Quickly took Zhuo Yifan to his own lair and then sent those two followers back.

  The room was very dim, with wooden shelves all around, and the shelves were filled with small bottles of various colors, some bright and some dull, filling the air with a pungent medicinal smell that made Zhuo Yifan's already weak body feel even more painful.

  Zhuo Yifan hung his head low, his face pale, looking like he had already fainted from the pain. But in fact, he was still conscious, and could clearly feel that his body was completely out of control, every cell suffering the agony of being torn apart.

  "This little guy is so heavy, watch me for a bit and you'll be in trouble...". The Soul King didn't have the strength of a cultivator, and after carrying Zhuo Yifan for a while, he was already drenched in sweat.

  Poisoner!

  Zhuo Yifan had never seen or deeply felt the horror of a poison master until now.

  These people are either born unable to cultivate and are useless, or they have no hope for cultivation. They spend their lives pursuing the ultimate realm of "poison". And coincidentally, a high-level poison master is extremely formidable, such as Zhuo Yifan who had once heard about the Wasteland War before the founding of the Great Qin Dynasty.

  That battle was due to a poisonous master, directly annihilating the Great Qin Dynasty's several tens of thousands of cultivator army, even the strong masters within the Three Mysteries Realm died under the poison technique. As for that originally lush forest, until today it is still shrouded in toxic fog, not a single blade of grass grows.

  So, the poisonous master is the common enemy of all cultivators. This kind of person should either be left alone or, once provoked, must be eliminated by finding someone to get rid of him; otherwise, one would have to sleep with one eye open in the future.

  "Bang!" The Soul King roughly threw Zhuo Yifan to the ground, picking up a long-prepared iron chain to cuff Zhuo Yifan's hands.

  Zhuo Yifan's vision had completely turned black, and his demonic pupils had thoroughly gone on strike. He suddenly felt a chill run through his entire body, as if the poisonous toxins that were dispersing his soul were going to split him in two.

  He had no strength to resist, only feeling that the power of the soul-eating medicine not only did not stop, but was constantly strengthening. First, it was painful on the skin, then it was painful in the internal organs, and finally even felt that his soul was about to dissipate and disperse.

  Zhuo Yifan's face was gloomy, his complexion as still as dead water, and he couldn't even muster the energy to lift his head.

  In the dark world, only the rustling sound of pages turning and that terrifying water droplet sound remained. The Soul King seemed to be brewing some unknown potion. He occasionally raised his head to glance at Zhuo Yifan, confirming whether his poisonous slave was still alive.

  After an unknown amount of time, Zhuo Yifan felt the pain on his body gradually subsiding, as if he had successfully endured the agony of the Soul Devouring Powder. But he was very clear that this was just an illusion, because his physical body and soul had long been numb to such pain, having grown accustomed to it.

  He never thought he would end his mission in Blood Prison in such a way.

  Looking back on how much suffering I endured to rise from the depths of hell, although it wasn't a long time, but in the end dying at the hands of an ordinary person is just too tragic.

  At this time, an icy hand suddenly stretched out and pinched Zhou Yifan's Renzhong, followed by a gloomy laughter: "Good! You're indeed a cultivator, you actually survived my enhanced Soul Devouring Powder! Great! Great! You didn't disappoint me! As a reward, I've decided to let you try my new poison, the Nine Apertures Soul Severing Pill!"

  The King of Souls pried open Zhuo Yi Fan's mouth and threw in the newly refined medicine pill, grinning from ear to ear as he burst into loud laughter: "Youngster, your good days have arrived! The Nine Orifices Soul Severing Pill isn't something ordinary people can experience. I'll go take a nap first and come back to see your changes after a few hours."

  Zhuo Yifan lowered his head and didn't say a word. The Duanhun Dan had already begun to dissolve in his body, initially taking effect.

  He felt his internal organs were being dissolved layer by layer, a tearing pain like being flayed alive!

  "I hope you don't die too quickly, this time if you make it through, I'll give you a big reward, hehehe......" The Soul King yawned and walked out of the secret prison cell. As an ordinary person, one still needs normal rest."

  "I would rather die than be humiliated here!"

  Zhuo Yifan summoned unprecedented courage, enduring the excruciating pain, and with great effort stretched his tongue to the bottom of his two rows of teeth, biting down fiercely! Fresh blood flowed out from the corner of his lips in an instant.

  A mouthful of blood and a crimson tongue were suddenly spat out by Zhuo Yifan, accompanied by a burst of blood.

  Zhuo Yi's heart was filled with disappointment and despair.

  Consciousness is gradually disappearing, he feels like he's going to die at any moment.

  Buzz!......

  However, the ring began to tremble again, and a faint, formless ripple slowly squeezed out of the dark red ring, quickly flowing into his body. He suddenly felt an extremely refreshing feeling, and all his pain was weakening.

  "It's too late to save me now, I'm suffering so much, but you're showing off your skills?" Zuo Yifan thought bitterly to himself. He only knew that he probably wouldn't die for the time being. Although his pain had eased, he had lost his tongue...

  A chilly breeze blew through the small gap in the sealed room, dispersing Zhuo Yifan's sweat. The meditation power accumulated in his ring had become his last hope.

  The invisible power of meditation was released from the ring, flowing through the meridians in Zhuo Yifan's body. With each circulation, the medicinal effect of the Duanhun Dan decreased by a fraction.

  The two poisons do not directly act on the body, but harm the soul. Therefore, suppressing them with spiritual power is useless. However, as long as there is enough meditation power, it can resist and even eliminate the power of the poison.

  After an unknown period of time, under the harmonization of the ring's meditation force, the power of Duān Hún Dān and Xiè Hún Sàn were evenly matched, and the two completely different toxins began to struggle internally. In the end, they actually restrained each other, completely canceling each other out. Zhuō Yī Fán suddenly felt a sense of sublimation within himself.

  At this time, Zhuo Yifan truly realized the wonders of meditation power. If he could grasp this power, how strong would it be?

  "Why can't I meditate on my own soul? Is it because my heart isn't firm enough? Am I really not gifted in soul cultivation?"

  "Soul drives away suffering, if your soul is empty, cancel out the spiritual suffering, achieve a state of no suffering. Then you can get stronger power than anyone else."

  "Who's talking to me?" Zhu Yifan's face changed color, and at this time, a force violently wrapped around him, pulling him out.

  Rumble!

  A loud explosion went off in his mind, and he was shocked to discover that he could actually see himself with his own eyes. He had actually left his body.

  Soul meditation four realms second - out of soul! Soul out of the shell, get rid of the flesh.

  After leaving his physical body, Zhuo Yifan's vision was restored, and the severe pain all over his body disappeared. It was as if it were a strange dream!

  "The Way of Heaven, reduces the excess and supplements the deficiency; The Way of Man, reduces the deficiency and benefits the excess. The Way of Asura, obtains the six paths coexisting and transcends the myriad paths. You, with a mortal's conviction, have earned the recognition of the Great Asura Demon Emperor, congratulations...". His pupils suddenly constricted, Zhuo Yifan's gaze abruptly fixed on the dark red ring hanging on his chest.

  If he hadn't misheard, this eerie and terrifying voice was coming from the ring!