The hottest days were June and July.
The scorching sun and scorching weather made the entire earth seem like a big furnace.
Iron Ox Town.
It was noon and the sun was high in the sky.
"Phew!!"
On a long stone staircase.
Qin Feiyang was walking up step by step. He was sweating all over and panting like an ox.
The stone staircase slanted upwards at a forty-five degree angle. There were a total of 999 steps leading to a huge palace.
Every step was scorching hot under the scorching sun.
Sweat dripped down and evaporated instantly.
It made a sizzling sound.
Qin Feiyang was only a fifteen-year-old youth, but he had maturity and steadiness that his peers did not have.
He was 1.75 meters tall and slightly thin. His facial features were handsome, but his face was pale and bloodless. He gave people the feeling that he was a weak youth who was sick.
No!
Not like.
He was a sick person.
And he was terminally ill!
His life would end in five days.
With 999 steps and this bad weather, even a normal person would not be able to reach the top, let alone a sick person like him.
But stepping on this stone staircase was his only chance to survive.
In fact, it could even change the fate of his life!
Five years ago.
Qin Feiyang was the prince of the Great Qin Empire. He had a noble status and extraordinary talent.
At the age of ten, he had already become a nine-star Martial Master. At that time, he was known as a monster that only appeared once in ten thousand years.
It could be said that he was the sun that everyone looked up to since he was young. Among all the princes, he was the one who had the most hope to inherit the throne.
He was also the favorite prince of the emperor.
But.
Just as he was in his prime, with many halos around him, a sudden change suddenly came.
Because of this change, he was forced by others to swallow the "Disaster Spirit Pill" and was then ruthlessly expelled from the imperial palace, the Great Qin Empire, and wandered to Iron Ox Town.
The Disaster Spirit Pill was an extremely vicious pill. Once taken, not only would one lose their cultivation and be unable to cultivate in the future, but they would also be plagued by illness all day long and could only live to fifteen years old.
In five days, he would be fifteen years old!
Five years had passed.
The Great Qin Empire was still standing on this continent with the posture of a king, dominating all directions.
What about him?
In order to survive, he struggled bitterly here.
He refused to accept this!
He'd sworn countless times in his heart that he would return to the Grand Qin Empire one day and make all those people who'd wronged him pay the price!
The palace at the top of the stone steps was his only hope.
Gradually.
His legs were weak and sore.
Every step up was extremely strenuous for him!
He was sweating profusely, and he was already dehydrated.
His lips were dry and cracked, and strands of blood appeared.
He began to feel dizzy.
He stopped at the top of a flight of stairs and gasped for air, trying to recover his lost strength.
In the meantime.
He looked at the top of the stone stairs, and a determined light appeared in his weak eyes.
At the end of the stone staircase, a majestic hall stood there. It was golden and dazzling, and it was incomparably imposing.
The doors of the palace were tightly shut.
Beside him stood a black stone tablet that was more than ten meters tall. There were two eye-catching words engraved on it.
The Pill Hall!
It was forceful and forceful, and it faintly revealed a strand of awe-inspiring oppressive force.
This was a place that countless people dreamt of entering.
That was because there were all kinds of medicinal pills here.
Some medicinal pills could cure hundreds of poisons and diseases, and ensure a lifetime of peace.
Some medicinal pills could cleanse the body, allowing one to be reborn, and step onto the path of cultivation.
There were even rumors that some legendary medicinal pills not only had life, but also could allow one to fly and overturn the seas. If one was lucky enough to consume it, he or she would become a god that was worshipped by the world overnight.
Therefore.
The Pill Hall was a very sacred place!
Every disciple of the Pill Hall was an existence that people respected.
Even the lowest level alchemist would have countless people flattering and currying favor with them, just to get a medicinal pill.
Qin Feiyang's goal was a medicinal pill called 'Marrow Cleansing Pill'.
The Marrow Cleansing Pill was the key to his rebirth!
In order to get the Marrow Cleansing Pill, even he didn't know how many times he had come here.
However, every time, he couldn't reach the top and reach the Pill Hall because of his illness.
But this time, he couldn't retreat, and he couldn't give up!
Because five days later, he would die.
If he wanted to live, he had to reach the top!
He took a step forward with difficulty, gritted his teeth, and continued to climb.
Bang!
At this moment, the closed door of the palace quickly opened.
A woman in her thirties, wearing a red dress, walked out of the palace.
She stood at the edge, looking down at Qin Feiyang, and said calmly, "Qin Feiyang, count yourself, how many times have you been here? Don't you know how to give up? "
Qin Feiyang didn't answer. He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and continued to climb.
He would see this woman every time he came here. Her name was Ma Hongmei, the deacon elder of the Pill Hall.
Of course, she was also an alchemist.
Because of her identity as an alchemist, this woman was arrogant and didn't put anyone in her eyes. All these years, she had humiliated him a lot.
Therefore.
He was too lazy to speak, so as not to embarrass himself.
However.
His attitude made Ma Hongmei even angrier.
She pursed her lips, and said, "Don't say that I look down on you. No matter how many times you come, the result will be the same. Just be a jerk, don't be an eyesore here."
"Elder Ma, you can close your eyes, don't look."
Qin Feiyang stopped and raised his head to look at her. There was a trace of anger deep in his eyes.
Ma Hongmei was so angry that she laughed, and said, "Oh, you're still reasonable, right? Fine, I'll tell you clearly. Even if you reach the peak, I won't give you the Marrow Cleansing Pill. "
Qin Feiyang couldn't help but clench his fists tightly.
But in the end.
He endured it and continued to climb.
Because he had no choice. He had to lower his head when he was under someone else's roof.
Moreover, Ma Hongmei wasn't the only alchemist in the Pill Hall. He could find other alchemists.
Time passed by.
Was it because he was provoked by Ma Hongmei? Or was it because of his desire to live? In the following time, he didn't stop, and gradually approached the peak.
Two hours later.
He was only fifty steps away from the peak.
Although he was physically and mentally weak, his head was dizzy, and every step he took, the muscles on his legs felt like they were being torn apart. However, his heart was burning!
Only fifty steps left, and he would reach the peak!
Reaching the peak meant a lot to him.
Not only did it mean that he could survive, but it also meant that he could cultivate in the future.
Only by becoming stronger could he be qualified to find the answers and solve the doubts in his heart!
He looked at the peak with a firm gaze and high fighting spirit!
This time, he would definitely succeed!
Forty steps!
Thirty steps!
Twenty steps!
Ten steps!
He reached the peak in one breath. His whole body lost its strength, and he lay on the ground, greedily breathing in the air.
"Oh, what a miracle today. I actually let you climb up."
Ma Hongmei didn't leave. Seeing Qin Feiyang reach the peak, she was quite surprised.
But then, a cold light flashed past her eyes, and she kicked Qin Feiyang.
Qin Feiyang was shocked and angry, "Elder Ma, what are you doing?"
"Of course, I'm sending you down."
Ma Hongmei laughed mockingly, and kicked Qin Feiyang's chest.
Bang! Bang!
Immediately.
Qin Feiyang was like a ball, rolling down the stone stairs with a painful scream.
"Ma Hongmei, I curse you to die a horrible death!"
He roared hysterically, full of resentment.
He had finally reached the peak, but he didn't expect this woman to be so vicious. Wasn't this clearly cutting off his path of survival?
"How dare you curse me. You really don't know what's good for you. I'll kill you now!"
Killing intent flashed in Ma Hongmei's eyes, and she was about to chase after him to eliminate him.
"What's going on?"
However, right at this moment, a shout filled with energy sounded from within the palace.
Then.
A middle-aged man walked out of the palace.
He was seven feet tall, wearing a purple robe, and walked with a majestic gait. His eyes were bright, and he was imposing without being angry.
Ma Hongmei frowned, turned to the middle-aged man, and bowed, "Greetings, Third Palace Master."
The Third Palace Master nodded, looking at Qin Feiyang who kept rolling down, and frowned, "Why is he here again?"
Ma Hongmei smiled, "He wants the Marrow Cleansing Elixir."
The Third Palace Master was puzzled, "Then why did he roll down?"
Ma Hongmei gloated, "It's all his own fault. Just now, I repeatedly advised him to stop climbing, but he didn't believe me. What happened in the end? He ran out of strength, his legs went soft, and he lost his balance and rolled down. "
When Qin Feiyang heard this, he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this.
Ma Hongmei sneered.
This stone staircase had 999 steps. There was no way to survive if he rolled down like this.
If no one saved him, she didn't need to do it herself. This little bastard would fall to his death.
As the person involved, Qin Feiyang naturally knew this.
But.
When he reached the peak, his body was already sore and weak, and his limbs couldn't move.
Now, he rolled down again, his head was bleeding, and his hands were broken. There was no way to stop.
"Am I going to die like this today?"
"No!"
"I must survive …"
"I must return to the Great Qin Empire alive …"
"Those who betrayed me, I will make them pay a thousand times, ten thousand times …"
Qin Feiyang roared crazily in his heart. His eyes turned blood red, as if they were dyed with blood. His body was full of hostility. Although his hands were broken, he still didn't give up.
The unwillingness and anger in his heart turned into a source of strength.
He suddenly turned over, facing the sky, and with his back against the stone staircase, he slid down.
His feet were like a pair of brakes, firmly pressing on the stone staircase.
He wanted to use this method to reduce the impact and slow down the speed of his descent.
A hundred breaths later.
He finally stopped, lying on the stone staircase.
But his back, his feet, under the fierce friction with the stone staircase, had already been badly mutilated, and even his spine had been broken.
The heart-wrenching pain was like a tide, hitting every nerve in his body. He was in so much pain that he wanted to die!
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