Chapter 325: Extracting the Poison, A Life Saved

Despite reaching Minor Mastery in 《Poison Sand Palm》， Wangchuan continued to train tirelessly.

As his mastery of the technique grew, Wangchuan could feel a noticeable improvement in his tolerance to poison. The sharp pain and strange itch caused by the poison sand decreased with each training session.

Initially, each strike caused a loss of 5 health points, but now it only cost him 2 health points per strike.

Through repetitive training and cleansing, his hands had developed some resistance to the poison.

Moreover, when using 《Poison Sand Palm》 to strike, his internal energy spread more evenly across his bones and skin, allowing the toxins to stick to his hands while preventing them from entering his body.

The feeling was extraordinary.

It was as if he had transformed from a passive practitioner enduring the pain to an active master controlling the technique.

Taking into account his health, Wangchuan increased the duration of his training.

Now, each set of 20 strikes added 1 experience point.

He could now maintain the training for up to 100 strikes before needing to stop and use the cleansing solution.

Each 45-minute round added 5 experience points, doubling his previous training speed.

Every day, Cui Mingjue would come to check on his progress and prepare more solutions.

Afterward, Cui Mingjue would report to Old Seven.

“Old Seven.”

“Deputy Hall Master Wangchuan is truly a martial arts prodigy. In just a few days, we can clearly see progress in 《Poison Sand Palm》.”

“Now, the number of strikes he can do in one training session has more than doubled.”

“Deputy Hall Master Wangchuan seems more relaxed in his training now.”

“...Even the hand-washing process isn’t as painful as it was at the beginning.”

Every time Cui Mingjue reported to Old Seven, the latter would show a look of gratification and hope.

“Well done.”

“This kid hasn’t let me down.”

“Though... he’s been training day and night. It’s been tough on him.”

Through Cui Mingjue’s repeated reports, Old Seven learned that Wangchuan barely rested, immersing himself in his training. It touched him deeply.

“Ding!”

System prompt:

“《Poison Sand Palm》 has progressed from ‘Minor Mastery’ to ‘Familiarity.’ Reward: 2 points of Stamina.”

Wangchuan had finally advanced 《Poison Sand Palm》 to ‘Familiarity’ and tried to see if he could continue breaking through.

When his palms plunged into the poison sand, he realized he could no longer feel pain or the strange itch of toxins invading his skin and blood.

His hands had fully adapted to the poison sand.

After dozens of strikes, though his hands looked terribly injured, his experience points didn’t increase even by 1.

《Poison Sand Palm》 had reached a bottleneck.

It seemed that only through actual combat, when the technique was used to inject poison into an enemy’s body, would he be able to gain more experience.

Gazing at the poison sand in the basin, Wangchuan carefully sensed each strike. It felt like he could absorb more poison with every move, and his internal energy carried a dark, toxic aura, which was very powerful.

“Who would have thought I’d turn myself into a villain.”

“Whatever.”

“With my current ability, I should be able to extract the poison from Old Seven.”

Wangchuan smiled slightly.

He sat cross-legged and used internal energy to restore his health to its peak before heading to find Old Seven.

At this moment, Divine Doctor Shen was in the courtyard, treating Old Seven and suppressing the poison inside his body.

When Wangchuan walked in, Divine Doctor Shen glanced up and couldn’t help but eye him up and down.

“Wangchuan, you’ve come?”

“Old Seven!”

“Senior Shen.”

Wangchuan stepped forward and cupped his fists in greeting.

Old Seven’s expression was somewhat excited.

“You’ve mastered it?”

Though Wangchuan had only been training for a few days, Cui Mingjue had informed Old Seven of Wangchuan’s rapid progress, so he already had an inkling.

For a Third-Rank Martial Artist who had been bedridden with poisoning for so many days, it was no surprise that his emotions were running high.

“Report, Old Seven!”

Wangchuan cupped his fists and said:

“I think it’s time to try.”

“Good!”

Old Seven was so excited that he almost sprang to his feet.

“Hahaha... Senior Shen, you’ve come at the right time. Deputy Hall Master Wangchuan has mastered 《Poison Sand Palm》 and can extract the poison for me. You can assist with the poison treatment while I undergo the detoxification. Let’s remove this damn poison today!”

Divine Doctor Shen looked surprised but remained calm. He nodded:

“Didn’t expect that Deputy Hall Master Wangchuan has already broken through to Third-Rank and mastered 《Poison Sand Palm》. Congratulations... I have a ‘Xuanshen Pill’ here, which can boost energy and invigorate blood. Old Seven, take it now. When the poison is extracted, it might be somewhat difficult to bear.”

“Good.”

Old Seven swallowed the ‘Xuanshen Pill’ and looked at Wangchuan.

“Let’s begin.”

Wangchuan walked forward.

Divine Doctor Shen, standing to the side, instructed:

“《Poison Sand Palm》 practitioners control toxins of the same origin. Deputy Hall Master Wangchuan, you just need to use internal energy, following the flow of Old Seven’s meridians and blood, to slowly absorb the poison into your palms. This will extract the toxins. Give it a try.”

“Good!”

Wangchuan nodded and, following Divine Doctor Shen’s guidance, silently activated his internal energy. His palms turned red as he pressed them against Old Seven’s dantian area, gradually moving upward…

Indeed!

He felt a familiar poisonous force inside Old Seven’s body, slowly being absorbed by 《Poison Sand Palm》.

Old Seven couldn’t help but shiver.

His body trembled violently, and he gritted his teeth, his face turning pale.

Cui Mingjue looked worried.

Divine Doctor Shen explained:

“This is normal.”

“Practicing 《Poison Sand Palm》 causes the toxins to invade the body, causing unbearable itching and sharp pain. This process is quite grueling, but Old Seven has a strong foundation and took the ‘Xuanshen Pill,’ so it should be fine.”

Wangchuan continued to move along the meridians, absorbing the poison.

Wherever his palms touched, Old Seven’s body turned a blood-red hue, with black gas swirling out, finally gathering in Wangchuan’s hands, leaving behind only red spots.

Old Seven trembled violently, his teeth clenched, unwilling to make a sound despite the excruciating pain.

Wangchuan had felt this pain before in his own practice of 《Poison Sand Palm》!

But as the hall master, Old Seven couldn’t show weakness in front of his subordinates, no matter how pale his face was or how unbearable the pain was.

Wangchuan increased his pace, absorbing more and more poison.

His palms swept across Old Seven’s chest and back, then he sent the collected poison into the air, releasing a stench so foul it made everyone cover their noses.

Old Seven was utterly exhausted, his breathing labored but filled with relief and ease.

Divine Doctor Shen stepped forward and took his pulse.

After a while, he nodded.

“Old Seven’s internal poison has been removed by at least 70%!”

“The remaining poison is almost negligible. I’ll use acupuncture to draw it out in a moment.”

“Old Seven!”

“You’ll recover in a few days!”

“Congratulations!”

Old Seven was exhausted, but upon hearing this, a flash of excitement crossed his face.

“Thank you, Senior Shen…”

“This is all thanks to Deputy Hall Master Wangchuan. He mastered 《Poison Sand Palm》 in such a short time, and his perseverance is truly admirable! I respect him greatly.”

Divine Doctor Shen nodded toward Wangchuan and then turned to Old Seven.

“Old Seven, with such a talented general, you truly have great fortune.”

“Indeed!”

Old Seven smiled with satisfaction.

“Wangchuan truly is my fortunate general! I was never meant to die this way.”