Marrow-Cleansing Pill?
Rebirth and transformation?
When Ye Chuan saw the effects of this item, his heartbeat quickened slightly. Perhaps because he had increased Bai Qianshuang's favorability, he had obtained an even rarer item—especially after reading its description...
Could his heart disease finally be cured?
Heart failure was an incurable terminal illness, only manageable with medication. But now, the effects of the Marrow-Cleansing Pill lay before him, giving him a glimpse of hope for the first time.
Just as Ye Chuan was lost in thought, Luo Xi beside him waved her slender, pale hand in front of his face. "What's up, Chuan? Why are you spacing out looking at your phone?"
Curious, she leaned in closer, only to find his phone screen displaying nothing but the home screen.
"Nothing." Ye Chuan snapped back to reality, his mind still fixated on the Marrow-Cleansing Pill in his inventory. He turned to Luo Xi and asked, "Luo Xi, when are you heading home?"
Luo Xi froze, pointing at herself in disbelief. "Wait—are you kicking me out?"
She had come over early in the morning to buy groceries and cook for him, and now, after filling his stomach, he was shooing her away without even asking if she wanted to stay for tea? The thought made her puff up her cheeks in anger. She stomped her foot.
"Jerk!"
With that, she bit down on Ye Chuan's wrist, then turned and stormed off in a huff. "Fine! I’m leaving right now! Won’t bother you two anymore!!"
"Wait—"
Before he could stop her, the sound of a door slamming echoed from nearby. Luo Xi had already dashed out. Ye Chuan looked through the window and saw the girl sprinting away, her snow-white legs moving swiftly, her high ponytail swaying in the wind.
She was in such a hurry that she even forgot her bag.
Meanwhile, Bai Qianshuang was still in the dining area, watching Luo Xi suddenly call Ye Chuan a "jerk" before running off. Confused, she tilted her head slightly. "Ye Chuan, what does 'jerk' mean? Was Miss Luo angry?"
Ye Chuan’s lips twitched. "Uh… she was complimenting me."
Bai Qianshuang nodded in understanding, then said very seriously,
"Ye Chuan, you really are a jerk. Also, thank you both for lunch."
Seeing Bai Qianshuang apply the term so readily, Ye Chuan pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly. "Go back to your room and cultivate for now. I’ll bring you some snacks later."
"I…" Bai Qianshuang initially wanted to say she didn’t need food, but then she remembered the snacks she had devoured the night before. The words died on her lips, replaced by a new phrase:
"Thank you, jerk."
Ye Chuan: "……"
Maybe he shouldn’t have taught her that. It seemed Bai Qianshuang was picking up knowledge she absolutely didn’t need.
……
After Bai Qianshuang returned to her room to cultivate, Ye Chuan hurried back to his own room to use the Marrow-Cleansing Pill—but not before sending Luo Xi a message to clear up the misunderstanding. Then, he retrieved the pill from his inventory.
It was dark gold in color, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance. Holding it between his fingers, Ye Chuan could feel his heart pounding wildly.
Without hesitation, he swallowed it.
Unlike other pills that tasted bitter, the Marrow-Cleansing Pill had a refreshing, mint-like flavor the moment it touched his tongue—followed by a strong, metallic sweetness.
Ye Chuan had expected it to taste awful, but the flavor was surprisingly tolerable, likely because his expectations had been so low.
As the medicinal energy transformed into a warm current flowing through his body, he felt his meridians and bones begin to shift. His entire body emitted cracking sounds, and the process was excruciating—every part of him ached as if his bones were being forcibly bent and twisted.
Gritting his teeth, Ye Chuan endured the pain, his face turning pale. His meridians were continuously scoured, the agony coming in relentless waves. Hours later, he finally opened his eyes, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"Did it work?"
The pain had completely vanished, replaced by an indescribable lightness, as if his body had been reset to its original state.
The oppressive feeling in his chest was gone, and his breathing was smooth and effortless. Ye Chuan pressed a hand to his wrist, feeling his pulse—strong and steady. His heart was beating powerfully.
He… was healed?
His heart disease was really cured?
Before he could fully assess his condition, Ye Chuan noticed a layer of foul-smelling black sludge covering his arms and hands. When he looked down, he realized his entire body was coated in the greasy, black substance—he looked like he’d crawled out of a sewer.
"Ugh—" The stench hit him, making him gag. He immediately bolted for the bathroom.
The mirror reflected a man who looked like he’d emerged from a swamp—covered in black grime, only his teeth and eyes standing out. Ye Chuan turned on the faucet and scrubbed furiously, trying to wash off the filth.
Though the solar-heated water’s temperature was unpredictable, Ye Chuan, who had already tempered his Fire Spirit Root, barely felt it. He kept rinsing himself under the stream.
After over an hour of scrubbing, he finally rid himself of the grime, leaving the bathroom floor covered in black sludge.
Drying himself off with a towel, he suddenly noticed something and glanced at the hook where the towel hung.
After a brief comparison, he paused.
"Huh? Did I get taller?" He stepped in front of the mirror again and realized he seemed slightly taller.
His skin now had a translucent quality—healthy, rosy, and smooth like a baby’s. His eyes were bright and full of vitality.
"Did I just get handsomer?" Ye Chuan examined himself from different angles.
Nah.
He was already handsome. This was just the cherry on top.
Grabbing his phone, he checked the information displayed:
[Landlord: Ye Chuan
Status: Healthy
Skills: Eastern Swordplay, First-Class Immortal Technique…
Tenant Count:
Daily Income:
…]
[Side Quest: Defeat Huang Haotian]
Ye Chuan lowered his phone and placed a hand over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart. "It’s really healed…"
The Marrow-Cleansing Pill had done it.
He had been reborn.
After calming himself, Ye Chuan exhaled deeply and noticed the mess in the bathroom.
"Better clean this up first. And install a showerhead."
He’d also need to find Luo Xi later.
In his haste earlier, he hadn’t even put on clothes. Just as he was about to head back to his room bare-skinned, a door creaked open nearby.
Bai Qianshuang stepped out.
When their eyes met, the girl froze in place, staring at him.
"I, uh… forgot my clothes," Ye Chuan explained.
"……" Bai Qianshuang pretended she hadn’t seen anything, took a few steps back, and silently closed the door.
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