Xue Ying Poor Poison Endurance

Yu Jing Qiu looked to Xue Ying to her side. Four hours had already passed, and he was still sitting cross-legged. The Purple Thunder Emperor mentioned that the hexing poison would make it so calming the heart and practicing becomes very difficult. But he only said it would be very difficult, not impossible. Perhaps with enough willpower, one could ignore the pain and still be able to practice? Jing Qiu pondered.

She saw the still sitting Xue Ying’s forehead starting to perspire, his body trembling slightly.

“It’s really hard,” he said, opening his eyes.

“What do you think?” Jing Qiu asked him as she helped him stand up.

“The pain was lightest right after consuming the medicine, so I was barely able to practice, but with much lower efficiency than before. After an hours…the pain increased, making it harder to meditate and focus.” Xue Ying shook his head. “I tried to hold on, but my body could no longer take it.”

After he stopped practicing and concentrated to suppress the pain, his body stopped trembling, though his face was slightly paler than before with perspiration occasionally trickling down his face. That triggered him to fully stop operating his True Meaning of Star.

Xue Ying smiled. “Being able to practice for an hour every day is alright.”

“Disciple Brother, perhaps if you manage to temper your spirit, you’ll be able to practice for longer.” Jing Qiu replied, full of hope.

“That’s right. A stronger spirit could lessen the disturbance caused by the pain,” he agreed. But there was something he was hiding from Jing Qiu—while he could indeed practice for an hour every day, that was at a much lower efficiency. The disturbance caused by the hexing poison was even worse than they had imagined.

The two of them continued their walk.

Two hours later, Xue Ying’s body was still trembling uncontrollably, despite him concentrating to suppress the pain. The suffering…was too much to bear!

“I have to sit for a bit.” Xue Ying went to sit on a big rock and lowered his head. He had to get used to the pain, to control it; in the future, he would have to endure it every night.

“Disciple Brother Xue Ying…” Jing Qiu’s heart tightened as she watched Xue Ying shiver, his face pale and covered in sweat.

Seeing Xue Ying be unable to even operate his True Meaning of Star couldn’t help but make her think: Is this still the Xue Ying from my memory?

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