Feng Feiyun still ate the fifth-ranked spirit pill so the Yama’s Decay Blood was temporarily suppressed. The Yama seal on his chest was still there. His expression was sickly without any glow. He often would even cough out blood.

It looked like an ongoing case of tuberculosis.

“Young friend, rest peacefully at the pagoda for the next two years. Don’t worry about the pagoda’s list. Remember, be tolerant and let go of anger. That’s the only way to live for another two years, otherwise… sigh.” Grand Pill Master Bai Guo chattered away but couldn’t finish the rest.

Feiyun remained calm. He began to channel spirit energy without wanting to stop. Death was better than to lose his fighting spirit.

“Why is my cultivation receding constantly?” Feiyun asked.

The pill master replied: “The decay blood will not only corrode your body but also your cultivation. You will become weaker and weaker over the next two years. When all...