Nightfall

Small Pills

Long Qing approached it.

Because of nervousness, it was a little difficult for him to grasp the small porcelain bottle. He trembled so badly that he became clumsy. As he approached the porcelain bottle, the light fragrance leaked out. He could not help closing his eyes, revealing an intoxicating expression on his face.

After smelling the medicine, he felt his body become light like a white feather as if all the filth and grime in his body were purified in one minute, and he would fly with the wind toward the Firmament.

After a long time, he opened his eyes. He looked at the bottle in his hand surprisedly and trembled— just by smelling it, he produced an illusion of ascending to heaven and becoming immortal. What if he took a pill?

He became so excited and scared as he figured out what the pills were. The extreme excitement and painful hesitation went back and forth in his eyes.

Many years ago, he graduated from the Revelation Institute and became the Second Priest of the Judicial Department. Probably because both he and Ye Hongyu were young, the Great Divine Priest of Judgment on the black jade throne felt no threat from them; they held casual chats on occasion.

In a certain conversation between the Great Divine Priest and Ye Hongyu, standing aside, he happened to hear the name of this pill. It was called the Heavenly Power Pill.

The Heavenly Power Pill was so precious that even the West-Hill Divine Palace stored none of it. Even though it could not make a man ascend to heaven and become immortal, it could prolong a man’s life for ten years. Furthermore, it could help cultivator break through a realm.

As long as cultivators took the pill, they could reach the Seethrough Realm immediately from the No Doubts State. Even the success rate of reaching the Knowing destiny State could be raised over 50%.

Considering such a strong efficacy, the Heavenly Power Pill was the supreme temptation to cultivators. However, there were few cultivators who knew about it.

Long Qing knew of them and he was sure the pills in the small porcelain bottle were just that.

He used to be the Divine Son of West-Hill, but his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi were ruined by Ning Que’s arrow at the moment when he was going to break through. Then he turned into a loser who could not cultivate. He used to be self-degradating and became a beggar to scramble for bloody bread in an old temple in the Capital Cheng. Until he met the Taoist in indigo in the South Sea, he was able to cultivate again. Unfortunately, although his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi were repaired, his cultivation was no longer the same. He had to re-do it from the beginning which was harder than before.

Losing everything he ever had was more painful than being a poor man who had nothing since the very beginning. No one was more eager than Long Qing to regain his previously attained realm.

Therefore, the small porcelain bottle was more alluring to him than anything else in the world.

Long Qing held the bottle in his hand and smelled it. His hands were trembling so badly that even his entire body began trembling next. The expression on his face was ceaselessly changing and he struggled and hesitated painfully. His sweat came out like a stream in the mountain and quickly soaked up his Taoist robe.

Suddenly, he bit his lips and drank the blood to clear his mind and roared like a beast.

With the painful roaring, he suppressed the greed and desire in his eyes and became calm and peaceful. He was no longer trembling. He looked at the bottle for the last time and took a deep breath. Then he put the bottle back in its original position.