Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 35 Liver (Wood), Heart (Fire), Lungs (Metal), Kidneys (Water), Spleen (Earth)

Human organs floated in the brown jar.

A heart riddled with holes rises and falls in a murky brown liquid.

"This is your fourth senior brother's seven-aperture exquisite heart, this is your third senior sister's flower-like rosy water, this is your second senior sister's crimson fire true gold, and this is your eldest senior brother's one-eighth-eighth-year-old Yang Chen."

"The precious book says that the liver is wood, the heart is fire, the lungs are metal, the kidneys are water, and the spleen is earth. Using these five as a medicinal guide, one can refine the elixir of immortality!"

Looking at these organs that resembled those on a human body but also had some strange features, Lin Fan couldn't help but feel nauseous.

Especially when Master Wanshou stroked the jar, it looked as if he were truly caressing his own child.

It turns out that Master Wanshou's concern and affection for Lin Fan were genuine; he truly regarded Lin Fan as one of his most important disciples.

The thought of this made Lin Fan feel even more nauseous.

However, Lin Fan had complete control over his body from the dog-skinned Taoist priest. If he wanted to vomit, he could only do so while standing upright, which would not only be embarrassing but could also choke him to death.

After the introductions to his senior brothers and sisters, Lin Fan was settled on a stone bed on one side of the basement. His eyes could still look around, and his ears could still hear; the two Taoist priests seemed completely unconcerned about what he could see or hear.

"Hahaha, junior brother, once midnight has passed, I will be able to refine the elixir of immortality. At that time, I will live as long as the heavens, and Master's prophecy will become nothing but empty talk!"

"What kind of bullshit magic arts and divination techniques are these? No matter how much I begged my master, he wouldn't teach me, saying I had no aptitude. Damn it, so what if I don't know destiny? Let that old bastard know that from now on, I am destiny itself!"

The dog-skinned Taoist priest gave him a disdainful smile behind his back, but said respectfully, "Congratulations, senior brother! May you live a long and prosperous life!"

"When you achieve the Great Dao, senior brother, don't forget your junior brother."

"Hmph, that's all you've got! I really don't understand, your vital essence is gone, why do you insist on cultivating the Tao? There are so many other things to learn, why be so fixated on the path of Tao!"

As he spoke, the snake-skinned Taoist took out a porcelain bottle from his hand and handed it to the dog-skinned Taoist.

"Thank you, senior brother. With this, I will be a virgin again!"

The dog-skinned Taoist priest impatiently opened the bottle stopper and poured out a pool of large red spheres.

It looks like a single, whole thing, but it flows slowly like water. It's a bright red and stands out especially in the basement.

The Taoist priest looked at it with satisfaction for a few moments, then put it back into the bottle.

"Junior brother, why don't you hurry up and drink this drop of 'dragon blood'? So you can regain your virginity." The snake-skinned Taoist said coldly to his junior brother.

The dog-skinned Taoist priest revealed a lewd smile: "Hehe, no rush, no rush. After eating it, you can't touch women anymore. Senior brother has never tasted that flavor, tsk, it's truly indescribable."

"If only I could bring that young widow back today! That place is truly amazing! I've never encountered such a fine woman in my life, and she's a respectable one at that! I could have spent a few days indulging in pleasure with her, then drink this medicine to recreate my innate body and pursue the Great Dao. Wouldn't that be wonderful!" The dog-skinned Taoist priest looked longingly at his imagined plan.

"Hmph, that's all you've got. We monks pursue immortality and ascension to heaven. You're always clinging to worldly pleasures; you'll never achieve anything." The snake-skinned Taoist chatted idly while his hands began to work, arranging various materials in front of the alchemy furnace.

There was an orange tiger paw. There was an eye, about the size of Lin Fan's head, that was somewhat rotten. There were all sorts of strangely shaped herbs. And many other strange things that Lin Fan couldn't recognize.

For example, a withered foot that looks somewhat like a person's, but due to dehydration, it looks no thicker than a chopstick.

The snake-skinned Taoist priest took out a large bowl, cut open the eyeball, and poured all the foul-smelling water into the bowl.

He picked up the withered foot and threw it into the bowl.

The eyeball soup started bubbling continuously, as if it were boiling.

The strangest thing was that leg; it swelled up gradually, like a sponge that absorbs water.

After an incense stick's time, the eyeball soup had been almost completely absorbed and disappeared, leaving only an overly white human leg, the skin color of which resembled a jade craftwork.

Lin Fan was a little dizzy. He had just hit his head on the wall a few days ago, and today he was hit by Butler Zhao. He had also hit the wall several times just now.

My body aches all over, and the injuries I sustained from being beaten by bandits a while ago haven't even healed yet, not to mention the big battle I had today.

I didn't feel anything when I was on edge, but now that I'm idle, I feel uncomfortable all over, and I can't move my body.

The dog-skinned Taoist priest wasn't idle either; he busied himself helping prepare various materials. The two priests chatted idly about some trivial matters from their past lives.

These were all just ordinary little things, like the eldest senior brother stealing the second senior brother's food, or the third senior brother peeping at the fourth senior sister taking a bath.

They even discussed which cuts of lamb were the best, and how tender lambs at several months old tasted.

Once the blue flames in the alchemy furnace were ignited, all the preparations were finally almost complete.

The snake-skinned Taoist priest took out a pair of rusty scissors and casually wiped them with a black and gray cloth. He then said to Lin Fan, "Feng'er, bear with me, your master will be quick." The flesh on the snake-skinned Taoist priest's old face trembled slightly with excitement.

Even though he had already felt despair before, Lin Fan still felt afraid at this moment. There was no way around it; it was human nature.

Lin Fan tried to struggle again, but his limbs and body were completely unresponsive.

The snake-skinned Taoist priest forced an ugly smile, his cheek muscles bulging exaggeratedly, his eyebrows raised, and his thin tongue licking his lips incessantly. The once kind and benevolent Taoist priest now looked like a snake demon from the underworld.

His hands trembled with excitement as he reached for the scissors at Lin Fan's stomach.

Lin Fan finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted "No!" He knew it was useless, but extreme despair could destroy one's reason. He clung to the last sliver of unrealistic hope.

Lin Fan was shouting incoherently, not even understanding what he was yelling about.

He felt he was about to collapse when the cold scissors touched his stomach.

But no one breaks down so easily. When the scissors pierced his stomach and his flesh was being slashed open, Lin Fan realized that there could be such pain in the world. The despair he felt earlier was merely an appetizer.

The pain made Lin Fan want to bite something, and he instinctively wanted to bite off his own tongue.

A piece of cloth with a strange, fishy smell was taken by the dog-skinned Taoist priest, who quickly stuffed it into Lin Fan's mouth.

Lin Fan gripped the cloth tightly with all his might, as if he were trying to bite his teeth off.

The fishy smell seemed to be more than just because the cloth hadn't been washed for many years; it seemed to contain some kind of medicinal liquid, which made Lin Fan's head spin and quickly reduced the pain by more than half.

The snake-skinned Taoist priest seemed extremely excited, like a chef preparing high-end ingredients.

"The main ingredients of this medicine should be as fresh as possible. Midnight is almost here, now is the perfect time to extract the liver and gallbladder!"

As the pain subsided, Lin Fan's hazy senses became clear again. He felt something—a few fingers—being inserted into his stomach.

The internal organs have no skin or sense of touch, but you can still feel if a foreign object is inserted directly into them.

Lin Fan could roughly feel two fingers groping inside his stomach.

Moreover, my body felt very damp; the stone bed was all wet and sticky.

My body was getting colder and colder, and my eyelids were heavy. Even under the combined effects of pain and despair, I still couldn't help but want to fall asleep.

As a modern person, he knew all too well how terrible everything was.

With massive bleeding and infection, and his abdomen cut open in this environment, his chances of survival were absolutely zero. He would rather the other party just inflict pain on him directly.

Just as Lin Fan was about to close his eyes and fall into a deep sleep, the snake-skinned Taoist's roar, like a thunderclap, jolted him awake.

"You brat from Yunxiang! What the hell did you get me?!"

With a loud shout, the snake-skinned Taoist pulled his blood-stained hand out of Lin Fan's stomach, pointing his thick, fat fingers at the dog-skinned Taoist in front of him.

"This sheep has no guts at all; he's just an ordinary guy!"