I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 114 - 114 106 The Harvest Along the Way

?Chapter 114: 106 The Harvest Along the Way Chapter 114: 106 The Harvest Along the Way The sink was not large, after all, it was originally prepared just for Chen Shuyun alone.

With Lin An added to the mix, the space suddenly became crowded, and a large amount of medicinal water was splashed everywhere by their struggling movements, only to flow back into the sink along some slanted grooves.

Chen Shuyun was the first to succumb, sinking down powerlessly, listlessly wavering at the bottom of the sink with a face so pale it resembled a corpse.

Her phoenix eyes were wide open, but the eyeballs lacked any sparkle, creating a hollow and frightening sight.

Lin An, on the other hand, was like a headless fly, crazily crashing into every corner of the sink as if seeking an exit.

He seemed to have lost all sense of direction, at times even crashing heavily into Chen Shuyun, causing her to tremble even more violently.

Sometimes Chen Shuyun would also react involuntarily, contorting her body to an eerie degree, like a giant water snake, ensnaring Lin An who crashed into her, churning together in the sink with his violent movements.

Her muscles spasmed and tightened intermittently, causing Lin An to roar in anger.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

Chen Xinmi stood up, leaning forward to look down at the scene in the sink, shaking her head with a sigh, “My poor sister, always helplessly fleeing, reacting passively with pitifulness, hiding in a dark corner afraid to show your face, waiting for a salvation that will never come.”

Smack~
She lit another cigarette, feeling her heart stimulated into madness by the medicinal water that splashed on her feet, her expression complex as she spoke in a deep, melancholic voice, “If only you had died back then… how wonderful that would have been.”

“…”

The dripping water in the cave fell in a rhythmic pattern, striking the ground and puddles to produce a curious symphony, accompanied by the gurgling bubbles of the spring in the small lake, making everything even more eerily quiet and lonesome.

Lin An felt strange.

Yes, he was in so much pain that he felt he was about to break apart, but that was just the sensation in his body.

But that was only an incidental effect, for he could feel the medicinal agents permeating his body, triggering various sensations of soreness, numbness, swelling, pain, and itching, bringing him an extreme sense of soul-stirring.

He could feel the pain in his palm extending all the way to every corner of his thoracic and abdominal cavities, the excruciating pain in the crevices of his shin bones spreading until it became a force that twisted his stomach…

Unbearable, incomparably unbearable.

Yet amidst the discomfort, for some reason, he was in awe of the extremely complex operational mechanisms of his body he had glimpsed.

It was so layered, so intricate.

He could feel the medicinal water frantically stimulating his Five Zang-organs and Six Fu-organs.

No, they shouldn’t be called the Five Zang-organs and Six Fu-organs.

Instead, they were five major systems and six ancillary systems, which encompassed not just eleven organs but eleven functioning systems.

These systems, when stimulated, unleashed a massive wave of intense emotions.

He could even feel adrenaline and dopamine, among other substances he didn’t know the names of, colliding wildly within his body.

Chaos!

His entire body was in utter disarray!

But within this chaos, there seemed to be a hint of order.

Stimulating the body, affecting the system of the Five Zang-organs and Six Fu-organs, evoking emotions, leveraging the mix of these emotions and Spiritual Energy.

Yet this mix was so subtle, as if following the influence of the medicinal water, there was an extremely delicate balance.

But this subtlety had its limits.

It was only subtle to a degree.

“Not enough, it’s still missing something!” screamed Lin An in his heart, but he could only watch helplessly as the effect of the medicinal water’s stimulation started to stagnate.

He didn’t know what was missing, nor did he know what the result would be once it was sufficient, but he just felt it was missing that final push.

Then, he watched as all the aroused emotions, wrapped in the strong excitement and restlessness of his body, gradually blocked up, congesting at his chest.

Stewing in his heart.

Slowly, a unique sense of ‘oppressive numbness’ began to spread.

It seemed to touch upon some delicate balance, and Lin An, submerged in the sink’s medicinal water, suddenly shuddered, his body stiffening as he slowly sank to the bottom.

That disrupting force of balance took him to a wondrous place…

He slowly opened his eyes, astonished to find that he had once again arrived at that rift between the real world and the Spirit Realm. (Chapter 58)
This was a world shrouded in darkness.

Drifting was a grey and dim body, his own.

Wrapped around his arm was a brightly shining red cord.

Lin An had been too rushed last time to take a good look, and now he wanted to get closer to observe.

Strangely enough, as soon as he thought this, he found himself right in front of his grey and dim self.

As he moved closer, he was able to see some details that couldn’t be perceived from afar.

Surrounded by his gray and dim body, there was a faint light that allowed him to see the environment around him; in this pitch-black world, there were both sky and ground.

Looking down at the ground, it was as if through foggy glass, he could vaguely see an image of himself lying in a tub filled with medicinal liquid.

Floating above his body were colorful lines drifting upwards.

Looking up, he could dimly make out the churning of dark gold mist.

Patches that resembled oil stains seemed to seep down from the blurred sky-glass.

Meeting in his gray and dark body, they merged into dark gold lines, creating shallow dark gold patterns on his form.

Especially on his right hand and the area along his spine, the patterns were particularly numerous.

They were like the lava within the cracks of a fissured ground, or a filler that seemed to be stretching his body.

The self before his eyes, probably over two meters tall, glanced up to see his eyelids slightly closed, leaving only a sliver of a gap.

Through the gap, he could see a pair of very pure dark gold eyes.

“This…”
“Is this the process of the Dark Gold Statue Spirit Essence coming to form?”

Suddenly, as if realizing something, he looked around and felt as though many things were surrounding him.

The first thing that caught his eye was various Spirit Essences, which seemed arranged in compartments of a serving tray.

Chen Xinmi’s Dark Gold Statue Spirit Essence blood was down to a mere trifle.

Zhou Xiaoxiao’s Amber Spirit Essence was only a little bit.

Chen Miao’s Pearl Spirit Essence was even less.

Chen Shuyun’s Dark Gold Statue Spirit Essence blood was a small pool.

The Wizard with the rabbit mask had a large quantity of Dark Gold Statue blood and flesh fragments.

The most peculiar were the rabbit’s own, winding with a black blotchy trace similar to the oil seeping down from the Spirit Realm.

Lin An thoughtfully looked in other directions.

He saw a magical shadow wall with several portraits hanging on it.

Under a deer portrait, there was a vague silhouette, a black smoky flame gathered in the shape of a deer.

Under a black cat portrait, there was a faint silhouette of an enormous black cat.

Below a green-skin portrait, there were no silhouettes.

Similarly, there were no silhouettes under a gray-blue fur portrait.

Then, he looked towards other directions.

There was a halo spreading out from beneath his gray-white form, within which were two platforms, each with a silhouette upon them.

One silhouette was of a figure in a white Wizard’s robe with a hideous head inside a large cowl.

A streak of flowing light on this silhouette extended along the platform and halo, all the way up to the eye sockets of the gray-white figure.

On the other platform, there was a huge mirror with the figure of a wizard wearing a rabbit mask inside.

Its flowing light extended to the left hand of the gray-white figure.

Lin An curiously looked down and saw, to his surprise, a jester’s jack-in-the-box in the palm of his hand.

The jack-in-the-box unfurled many colorful threads, stretching from his left hand towards the interior of his body.

These colorful lines intertwined with the colorful lines extending up from his glass-covered real-world self below, emitting a sensation somewhat akin to a magnetic field’s fluctuation.

It was as if a magnet was affecting his own magnetism.

And he possessed his own magnetism, which was in turn affecting the magnet’s pull.

This magnetism continuously attracted the black oily stains seeping down from the Spirit Realm above, mingling with the indistinct shine of dark gold light, and spreading back to the jester’s jack-in-the-box on his left hand.

As everything became visualized, Lin An suddenly became aware of the changes occurring inside his body.

The Spirit Essence serving trays, the shadow wall of portraits, and the Spirit Essence platforms.

Strangely, he felt as though he had been transported to another world.

How long had it been…

It seemed like he was still fearful of the bizarre hallucinations that had suddenly appeared in his life, yet without realizing it, on the path of Spirit Essence, he had already reaped so much.

His journey to transcendency had been a rough one, but it was this very roughness that had allowed him to witness so much scenery.

It was so fascinating, terrifying yet delightful.