Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 125 - 98: Elixir of Immortality! Long Time No See, I Miss You
Yujing City, outskirts.
Beidou Hall.
"Madman... you madman..."
A cry of terror echoed from the sealed training room deep within the hall.
Inside the dim training room, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and images of the Beidou Seven Stars were carved into the ceiling. Sunlight filtered through the star holes, falling onto the blood-stained floor.
Members of the Wang Family lay scattered on the floor, some coughing up blood, others with shattered shoulders, and some were directly unconscious...
"Wang Xuangang... you..."
At this moment, a slightly older middle-aged man looked at the young man before him, unable to hide the anger on his face. The latter, at a height of 1.75 meters, had a slender build, yet his exposed arms were muscular, and in his deep-set eyes shone a crazed brilliance.
Wang Xuangang, the most talented disciple of the Wang Family’s third generation, was said to have the Seven Stars in Destiny at birth, with a Seven Stars birthmark on his foot, making him quite extraordinary. As a youth, he had already mastered the Daoist Skill of the Worshiping Star Sect.
However, eleven years ago, a great fire at the Gilded River nearly burned him to madness. Since then, Wang Xuangang’s mind had become extremely unstable, his state manic, and his behavior erratic.
"Useless, useless, none of them can be called medicine." Wang Xuangang’s hair was disheveled.
"You’ve violated the eight taboos of sparring... this is friendly sparring among peers, and you dare to strike to kill!?" Wang Zhenshi said sternly.
The so-called "eight taboos of sparring" are body parts not to be struck during sparring, namely: one must not strike Tai Mountain’s apex, nor both ears to close the gate, nor the throat and windpipe, nor the heart through the chest, nor the ribs beneath the breast, nor below the navel to the groin, nor the kidneys in the waist, nor the tailbone’s center.
These eight places are vital points of the body, and if injured, they pose a danger to life.
Sparring among peers is meant to verify Daoist Skill and strengthen the physical body, so naturally, one wouldn’t strike so viciously.
Yet a madman like Wang Xuangang had no prohibitions, striking and violating all eight taboos at will. In the past, he had even struck someone to death.
Even so, the Wang Family dared to take great risks to use him as a whetstone for training talented disciples.
After all, to survive under Wang Xuangang’s hand requires not only skill but immense courage and willpower. Successfully passing through such experiences greatly enhances one’s strength, beyond what secluded hard training can achieve.
"I’m feeding medicine, I’m feeding medicine..." Wang Xuangang scratched his head, his eyes becoming vacant.
"His illness has flared up again..."
The disciples of the Wang Family looked at Wang Xuangang’s mumbling state, cautiously tending to the injured while keeping a wary eye on him.
"Feeding medicine? What medicine?" Wang Zhenshi’s face darkened, he asked coldly.
"Of course, it’s the Elixir of Immortality!"
Wang Xuangang’s face twisted with madness and excitement.
"Elixir of Immortality!?"
Everyone looked at each other, their gazes towards Wang Xuangang growing increasingly strange. At this point, no one dared to say more, because they knew Wang Xuangang was again lost in his delusional talk.
"Hehe, a bunch of fools, all think I’m crazy..."
Seeing everyone silent, Wang Xuangang slapped his knee and laughed.
"Do you know what the Elixir of Immortality is?"
Suddenly, Wang Xuangang inclined his head, looking at a young man nearest to him.
"I... I don’t know..."
The young man was instantly flustered, Wang Xuangang’s gaze was like a fierce tiger’s, unwavering and making him shiver.
Buzz...
Almost as an instinctive reaction, the young man clasped his hands, intertwining three fingers to form the Crimson Fire Seal.
"Don’t..." Wang Zhenshi’s face changed, and he cried out a reminder.
Buzz...
With the incantation, a fiery brilliance emanated.
With the seal formed, True Yang surged within the young man, spreading down and bursting into a scarlet light, like flames blazing, brightly obstructing Wang Xuangang.
He was genuinely afraid of this madman, so he instinctively struck.
Buzz...
Wang Xuangang took a step forward without any visible movement, his body crashed through the fiery light akin to blazing flame.
"Is he still human?"
"How does he cultivates to break Daoist Skill with flesh and blood!?"
"Why is this madman growing more terrifying? Can a madman even cultivate?"
Everyone’s eyes widened, their faces filled with horror, especially the young man, who saw a shadow engulf him, his Fire Skill unable to hinder the madman even a bit.
"Elixir of Immortality..."
"Is a tribulation!"
Wang Xuangang’s large hand descended, pressing the young man’s face and smashing him violently to the ground; his wretched screams echoed in the training room.
Buzz...
At that moment, Wang Zhenshi could no longer bear it. His sleeves swelled, conjuring a ferocious gust that blew Wang Xuangang—a man over a hundred pounds—into the air. The latter soared, like a sparrow flipping, then gently landed.
"Won’t take the medicine I offer, what a pity." Wang Xuangang looked at the young man he had beaten beyond recognition, shaking his head and sighing, with a sorrowful compassion.
"He’s truly mad... he should be locked in a mental institution..."
"What... what did he just say?"
"Elixir of Immortality is a tribulation!? What nonsense is he spouting?"
The crowd looked at each other, seeing Wang Xuangang increasingly like a freak in their eyes.
"All madmen... won’t take medicine... all madmen..."
Wang Xuangang’s gaze swept over everyone, throwing his head back in laughter, the sound piercingly sharp.
Tribulation, the word originally from external Buddhist Sect teachings, is a concept of time, encompassing the four stages of [Birth, Stability, Decay, Emptiness].
Indeed, all things in existence cannot escape these four phases, in which everything real or unreal exists within the tribulation.
