Chapter 22 - 22 Recovery

Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Recovery

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Wei Wushuang sat on the bed, staring at the translucent, peculiar potion bottle in his hand, especially at the rippling emerald-green potion inside, which left him somewhat bewildered.

On Prison Island, he had already seen these potions that his disciple somehow concocted.

In this world, whether it was for Soul Martial Artists for cultivation or healing, what they consumed were pills crafted by alchemists.

Before, Wei Wushuang had never encountered such a liquid potion.

“Lin Qian, what is this?” Wei Wushuang asked feebly after a moment.

From his master’s tone of voice, Lin Qian knew that Wei Wushuang didn’t have much time left.

When the disciple informed him at the mountain gate, Lin Qian thought that his master, Wei Wushuang, was about to pass away.

But seeing his master could hold on for a few more days, the tension in his mind eased a bit.

If this had been before leaving the Wanxiang Sect, Lin Qian wouldn’t have had a way to deal with this situation; he could only watch his master die sadly and helplessly.

Now, it was no longer a problem.

The Huaxia Empire had massive resources and the terrifying scientific research capabilities of the Heavenly Art Department; how could they not save his master, Wei Wushuang?

Lin Qian had just used Soul Power to scan Wei Wushuang’s physical condition and transmitted the data to the Heavenly Art Department.

Upon receiving the data, Zhuge Ming immediately mobilized the most elite scholars from the capital’s Heavenly Art Department, and within the short span of a tea break, they had devised a treatment plan and prepared the potions.

“This is called the Immaculate Potion; it doesn’t have detoxifying effects, but after consumption, it leaves you immune to all poisons, and it will prevent the toxins in your body from causing further harm,” Lin Qian said, gesturing for Wei Wushuang to drink the potion with a smile. “It’s apple-flavored and tastes pretty good.”

After speaking, Lin Qian pointed to the blanket covering Wei Wushuang: “The purple potion is a bit bitter, but it’s a detox potion tailored to suit your condition, which can completely remove toxins from your body.”

“However, considering you have been poisoned for many years, ten bottles have been prepared. One bottle a day, and the toxins should be cleared in ten days.”

“This brown potion looks unpleasant, but it can strengthen muscles and bones, repairing the damage caused by the toxins.”

“Oh, this one replenishes blood. Maybe you don’t know what replenishing blood is, simply put…”

Wei Wushuang stared blankly at Lin Qian, listening to him explain the effects of over a dozen potions.

The magical potions had long impressed Wei Wushuang.

Pills required slow refinement after consumption, but Lin Qian’s potions took effect immediately, which was simply unbelievable.

He initially assumed that the three simple potions his disciple had made over the years were all there were.

Back then, Wei Wushuang thought, if such quick-acting medicine existed but was of a higher grade like pills, wouldn’t it defy the natural order?

“Does it really defy the natural order?” Wei Wushuang mumbled, removing the stopper from the bottle in his hand and drinking the Immaculate Potion.

The sweet and sour taste filled his entire mouth, and immediately, Wei Wushuang felt a surging medicinal power spreading rapidly within him.

With Soul Power circulating, guiding the medicinal power as he would refine pills, Wei Wushuang clearly felt the power permeating his entire body in an instant.

He then discovered that the cool medicinal power seemed to be integrating into his body, causing indescribable changes within.

Wei Wushuang couldn’t articulate this feeling, but remembering Lin Qian’s words, perhaps this was the so-called immunity to all poisons.

For many years, the toxin corroding his body left Wei Wushuang in unbearable pain when it flared.

Especially when Soul Power suppression failed, and the poison fully erupted, he endured the agony of countless ants gnawing at his body every day.

But after consuming this Immaculate Potion, that pain vanished completely.

Wei Wushuang felt as if a heavy mountain had been lifted off him, and he felt incredibly light.

Gulp!

With his eyes wide open, Wei Wushuang quickly unstoppered the bottle containing the purple potion and poured it into his mouth.

Shortly after, he also gulped down the brown potion in one go.

Following Lin Qian’s instruction on the order of consumption, Wei Wushuang continued unstoppering bottles and pouring potions into his mouth.

As he tilted his head back to drink, tears silently streamed from Wei Wushuang’s eyes.

On the bed, only nine bottles of the purple potion remained. Wei Wushuang carefully stored them in his Storage Soul Device and stepped off the bed.

Wei Wushuang’s once fully gray hair now shone black. His previously pale face regained its usual complexion, his withered muscles became robust, and his stooped posture straightened.

In the room, in front of a crystal-polished mirror, Wei Wushuang looked at his reflection and closed his eyes with a smile as tears continuously streamed from their corners.

“Mm, the potion is quite effective.” Lin Qian, not far away, nodded incessantly while observing Wei Wushuang’s state.

Wei Wushuang turned around, wiped away his tears, and awkwardly laughed, “Lin Qian, you’ve witnessed a joke from your master.”

“My master, being almost destroyed by poison, regained new life upon the brink of death, it’s normal to be emotional,” Lin Qian chuckled, giving Wei Wushuang a disciple salute, “I congratulate my master on reclaiming the divine might of the War Emperor.”

Wei Wushuang sighed longingly, nodding, “To think that I, bearing the title of War Emperor, returned home in disgrace from that vast stage, and spent a whole year lying like a cripple.”

“I barely came to terms with everything, peacefully awaiting the final arrival of death, only for you kid to… actually save me!” At this moment, Wei Wushuang felt as if he were in a dream.

“On Prison Island, my master saved my life and taught me cultivation. Now I’ve saved my master’s life. Isn’t this perhaps fate?”

Looking at his disciple before him, Wei Wushuang laughed heartily, “Hahaha, heavens, you’ve given me a great disciple!”

Yet immediately, Wei Wushuang restrained his laughter, cautiously saying to Lin Qian, “Lin Qian, don’t reveal these potions lightly in the future. You must understand the concept of how possessing a priceless gem invites danger.”

“Do you think your disciple is that foolish?” Lin Qian smiled, “If it weren’t to save my master’s life, I wouldn’t have taken these out.”

Wei Wushuang nodded slightly, looking at Lin Qian with some guilt, “If it weren’t for my master’s poison, leaving such valuable potions for you would greatly benefit your cultivation.”

“Valuable? These potions are just ordinary stuff,” Lin Qian paused, explaining.

“Ordinary stuff? Don’t comfort your master. Those pills greatly assist me after consumption. I’d even wish to drink one bottle daily and break through the bottleneck that has troubled me for years in three more months.”

Speaking of this, Wei Wushuang patted Lin Qian’s shoulder, “I know you love joking with me, but I bet you worked hard to get these precious potions…”

Wei Wushuang suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes wide and looking at the ground before him.

Lin Qian took his master’s hand off his shoulder, stepping forward to pat Wei Wushuang’s shoulder, “Besides the Immaculate Potion and Detox Potion, there are at least a hundred bottles of each other potion here, master, you can drink them slowly, absolutely enough for a month.”

After saying this, Lin Qian whistled as he left Wei Wushuang’s room.

In the room, only the renowned War Emperor remained, staring blankly at the pile of potion bottles like a small mountain.

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