Chapter 601
Chapter 601
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 601
>Chapter Title: Taking Medicine
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Inside a restraint room at Kangning Hospital, where the walls, ceiling, and floor were all covered in thick layers of foam, Li Huowang—bound tightly to the bed—and Wu Cheng stared at each other.
Having heard what Li Huowang had just said, Wu Cheng smiled.
“You want to talk to the boss? Of course you can, but you have to agree first. Otherwise, you won’t get to see him.”
Li Huowang’s expression twisted in conflict, revealing intense reluctance. He glanced at Yang Na on the tablet and sighed helplessly.
“Fine! I agree! Let me talk to your boss on the phone! I won’t give up a single bit of my own interests!”
Wu Cheng nodded approvingly and tapped on the tablet. Soon, a refined elderly man with a white buzz cut, short beard, and a suit appeared before Li Huowang.
He sat on a high-end brown sofa, wearing sunglasses that hid whether he was looking at Li Huowang at that moment.
A single old man craving a longevity pill—the logic behind it wasn’t hard to guess.
“Li Huowang.”
The old man called out Li Huowang’s name directly.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Xu Shou. You can call me Xu Ye.”
Li Huowang stared intently at the man, committing every detail of his appearance to memory to prepare for what came next.
This was the man pulling the strings behind Wu Cheng and Wang Wei. If he wanted to resolve all this, he had to deal with him!
That was right—Li Huowang had only pretended to agree, just to fool them. He had no intention of becoming their tool.
“Xu Ye, huh? Mind if I ask a question? What exactly are you after with all this scheming against me?”
Li Huowang directed his question at the old man on the tablet.
Xu Shou, seated on the sofa, leaned forward slightly.
“What I want is none of your business. What you need to do first is prove your value.”
“I’ve seen the video of you conjuring gold, but I don’t buy it. Technology’s so advanced these days—what can’t be faked? You need to demonstrate your worth right now. I want to see you actually produce something.”
Li Huowang sneered. So the old man didn’t trust him after all, worried he was just some delusional lunatic.
He clearly didn’t believe, yet he was desperate enough to grasp at straws. Looked like the guy was on his last legs.
“Wu Cheng, he’s all yours. And remember—only call me back once you’ve seen him produce something with your own eyes!”
With a “snap,” the call ended.
Wu Cheng set the tablet aside and pulled a pill bottle from his white coat pocket. He shook it lightly, spilling a large handful of capsules into his palm.
He held them up in front of Li Huowang.
“Looks like just agreeing isn’t enough. If you want to haggle with the boss, you’ll still need to prove your value. So, shall we begin?”
Li Huowang eyed the pills in his hand, then looked up at his face.
“You sure this stuff works?”
“Of course. I’m very sure. It’s extremely effective—though it does come with a few minor side effects.”
“Forget everything Yi Donglai taught you completely. Let the old you come back. Prove your abilities. Let’s see if you truly have superpowers or if you’re just a delusional mental patient.”
The iron muzzle was removed from Li Huowang’s face as that large handful of bitter capsules was forced into his mouth.
He chewed them with his teeth, then tilted his head back, swallowing the bitter mix of capsules and saliva by force.
As soon as they hit his stomach, Li Huowang’s consciousness grew hazy. His thoughts slowed, his senses began to fade, and Wu Cheng in front of him started to double.
A pen appeared before Li Huowang, swinging left and right as Wu Cheng’s voice drifted into his ears from an impossibly distant horizon.
“When I say the word ‘now,’ you’ll close your eyes. Now.”
Li Huowang slowly closed his eyes. Everything in the room vanished rapidly from his mind, leaving only pitch-black darkness.
That darkness, combined with the strange drug effects, made Li Huowang feel like he was in a dream.
“Now, you feel yourself back in that bizarre, garish world. You’re back in Great Liang. Tell me—what else do you see?”
New shapes emerged in the darkness. Firelight and fragments gradually pieced themselves together around Li Huowang, ultimately forming a dim cave.
The painting on the wall of the Ox God seated in a twisted cross told Li Huowang where he was. He was imprisoned in the Cross Temple of the Ao Jing Teachings.
He tried to move but found he couldn’t. He was slumped in the center of a grand blood talisman array. Worse still, aside from his left hand with only three fingers left, he had no right hand and no feet.
“Er Jiu, what’s your decision?”
Hearing the voice, Li Huowang looked up to see a familiar face—Great Liang’s National Advisor, Huangfu Tiangang.
“It’s you? Yeah, I should’ve realized. Not many use thunder techniques in this dump—who else could it be!”
Li Huowang glared in disgust at the old man’s face.
“To think you’re aligned with the Fighting Matron’s heartpan! And you still dare claim you have no ties to the Sitting Oblivion Dao!”
Huangfu Tiangang eyed this Li Huowang, who seemed somewhat different from before, and furrowed his brow.
“What nonsense are you spouting? The Sitting Oblivion Dao is long dead. I’m Great Liang’s National Advisor. I answer only to the Emperor of Great Liang.”
“Get lost! Even now, you’re trying to drive a wedge between me and Gao Zhijian! You think I’ll buy that?”
“The Emperor of Great Liang may spare you, but the Emperor on Great Liang’s dragon vein wants you dead. For you to resolve the Great Liang dragon vein so easily—unless you serve us, you’re a scourge to the entire world.”
“You can’t even spin a decent lie. Heh heh heh, Huangfu Tiangang, you’d better stay out of the Sitting Oblivion Dao. Don’t ruin their reputation.”
Li Huowang laughed coldly. He struggled to raise his lone arm and pulled a small saw from his torture kit, thrusting it into the flesh at his waist near the stump without so much as blinking.
“You want a longevity pill, huh? Fine! Here’s your longevity pill!”
Li Huowang then raised that left hand with only three fingers, but a bolt of electricity arced through, leaving him with just a stump.
Without hesitation, Li Huowang shoved the stump into the depths of his throat and retched hard. “Urk~”
Amid the violent gagging, Li Huowang’s mouth burst open as he vomited the mushy capsules straight onto Wu Cheng’s face.
Wu Cheng fought back his disgust, shaking and wiping frantically. He even tore off his white coat to finally clean himself up.
But the moment he looked up, he saw Li Huowang—abdomen bleeding, small saw in hand—staring at him with a cruel smile.
“Wait a second!”
Before Wu Cheng could finish, Li Huowang lunged, clamping a hand over his mouth and sinking his bared white teeth viciously into the man’s face.
“Mmph! Mmmph mmmph!!!”