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As the blood drained from my body, I grew weaker, my consciousness beginning to blur. At the same time, I felt a cold, deathly aura surge into me like a maggot burrowing into bone, eroding my meridians and Dantian. The remaining spiritual energy I had left was forced toward the formation under the pressure of this deathly energy.
Just as I was about to lose consciousness, I felt a surge of Water Spirit Power infused with Vitality rising from the formation beneath me. Yet, the Vitality within me continued to flow unceasingly toward the Old Monster. I could sense that the Vitality within him was gradually restoring itself; his skin became plump, and his wrinkles began to fade.
Meanwhile, I felt colder and weaker by the moment. My spiritual energy ceased to flow, and my blood stopped circulating. The nourishment from the formation also came to a halt. The Old Monster's once withered body visibly rejuvenated at an alarming rate. His previously shriveled skin became smooth and radiant, and his head of white hair gradually turned dark again, settling into a middle-aged appearance.
Wu Wang Zhen Ren approached and unlocked the shackles binding me. He checked my pulse and spoke with a tone of regret, "What a pity; this time there was an extra twenty percent of Vitality. I wonder if we’ll have such qualifications for the next Furnace Cauldron."
The middle-aged man frowned as he touched his face, clearly dissatisfied. "We still have to wait ten years; can't they send two more?"
"Old Ancestor, please calm your anger. For cultivators, offspring are hard to come by; having one sent every ten years is already quite good."
"Such a hassle!"
The next Furnace Cauldron... A Qing. My brother, Bai Qing. The thought pierced my heart like a knife. But I was dying; there was nothing more I could do.
Everything around me was a blur, and my consciousness began to fade as I fell into an endless abyss. I was lifted like garbage and then thrown back onto the cold ground. The chill from the blood loss and the pain from my wounds kept me teetering between sleep and wakefulness.
In my daze, a warmth spread across my chest; it was the Dog Tag that Lan Xu had given me. A faint trickle of Vitality seeped from the tag, merging into my chest, carefully protecting the last remnants of my heartbeat. Like a seed buried deep underground, small yet tenacious, it silently extended to mend my body.
I lay there, unable to move, surrounded by an eerie silence. I lost track of time until I heard the sound of footsteps approaching from afar.
"Zhen Ren sent us to collect the bodies, but didn’t say how to handle them. Seriously..." a voice complained.
"Shh! Keep your voice down if you want to live!" another voice warned sharply.
"Ah, look, isn’t that the Furnace Cauldron?"
"Hey, she’s still alive. What... should we do?"
"I’ll report to Zhen Ren." The footsteps hurried away.
I struggled to open my eyes, wanting to see everything around me, but all I could perceive was a haze. I tried to summon the little spiritual energy left in me to move my fingers, but it was futile.
Soon, the footsteps returned, this time accompanied by several more people. I felt myself being lifted again, and then a bitter liquid was forced into my mouth. It was both acrid and harsh, difficult to swallow. Instinctively, I wanted to resist, but I found myself utterly powerless. I could only lie there like a puppet.
After an unknown period, I sensed a familiar pressure in the air. It was Wu Wang Zhen Ren.
"Surprisingly not dead; truly worthy of being the Supreme Water Spiritual Root! With some care, she might be useful again."
"Take good care of her; don’t let her die."
"Yes! Zhen Ren."
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