Chapter 222: A Day in Life and Death (Part One)

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The pain that Fang Jie sensed in his abdomen was more excruciating compared to before; it was so intense that Fang Jie couldn’t do anything to alleviate it.

He had thought about this before. What would happen if this pain suddenly appeared when he was in combat? He would die for sure.

This pain hadn’t come in a long time, and Fang Jie thought that the pain wouldn’t strike him again.

However, he was wrong. The pain made him feel like he was in Hell before he could faint.

Fang Jie clearly remembered that on the way to Chang’an, he asked Mu Xiaoyao what cultivation felt like, and she simply replied with one word – pain.

Pain came with every increase in strength. However, when a cultivator’s strength reached a certain level, the pain would be minuscule.

Since experiencing pain frequently was the privilege of cultivators, Fang Jie didn’t know why a wastrel like him was also experiencing pain on the regular.

It seemed like the pain he sensed was much more excruciating compared to the pain that cultivators would sense when their internal forces temper their bodies.

Fang Jie had enough perseverance; it was already impressive that he didn’t scream when going through such pain. Others would have reacted more.

When falling, Fang Jie was feeling fortunate that he wasn’t facing an enemy. Otherwise, he would be dead. Also, he used the last bit of strength to make his body fall toward Ma Lilian.

He noticed that she was there long ago, and he knew that she would help him.

When Fang Jie woke up, he smelled the familiar scent and knew Chen Qingshan was beside him.

He slowly opened his eyes and realized that he wasn’t in his shop but his residence in the Martial Arts Academy.

The woman sitting beside him and holding his hand was Chen Qingshan.

Fang Jie tried to sit up but failed; he had no strength left.

Fang Jie couldn’t imagine how weak he was. Others couldn’t understand Fang Jie’s situation without going through this pain. He even felt like his body wasn’t his anymore. He wanted to move his fingers, but his fingers didn’t respond.

Except for his head, he couldn’t control any other body parts.

His arms and legs were there, but they couldn’t move.

The only proof of his existence was his vision, hearing, and sense of smell.

He could smell Chen Qingshan’s scent, but he couldn’t sense her holding his hand.

After opening his eyes, Fang Jie knew that he was in a far worse situation, and his heart sunk a little.

The only thing that calmed him was that he could still talk.

There was another woman in the room – Professor Qiu Yu.

Fang Jie looked at Chen Qingshan first and then looked at Qiu Yu for help. However, the serious expression on Qiu Yu’s face intensified the ominous feeling in his mind.

Then, uncontrollable sadness struck him.

“After struggling so much and fighting so hard, this is my ending?” He didn’t even dare to think about the possibility where he could only lie in bed for the rest of his life. It would be torture.

Seeing him waking up, Qiu Yu walked over and took his pulse. After a while, she shook her head powerlessly and said, “You should be a dead man right now.”

Fang Jie’s heart sunk to his stomach.

“W… Why?” Fang Jie heard his own hoarse voice that was filled with fear and unease.

“You don’t have a pulse,” Qiu Yu said in a heavy tone, “When Ma Lilian carried you to me, I discovered that you don’t have a pulse. You should be dead by now. I just listened; you don’t have a heartbeat as well. Don’t ask me why; I don’t have a reasonable explanation. Probably no one in the world has seen such a strange case.”

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