Chapter 22: Recovery

Wei Wushuang sat on the edge of the bed, staring in bewilderment at the strange, half-transparent vial in his hand. The emerald-green liquid inside swirled gently, adding to his confusion.

He had seen his disciple pull out mysterious potions like this back on Prison Island. In this world, soul cultivators typically used pills concocted by alchemists for cultivation or healing, and Wei Wushuang had never encountered liquid potions like these before.

"Lin Qian, what is this?" Wei Wushuang asked weakly after a long pause.

Just from the tone of his master's voice, Lin Qian could tell that Wei Wushuang didn't have much time left.

When the disciple informed Lin Qian at the mountain gate, he had feared that his master was on the verge of death. But seeing that Wei Wushuang still had a few days left, the tension in his mind eased a bit.

If this had been before he left the Wanxiang Sect, Lin Qian would have been powerless, forced to watch helplessly as his master passed away. But now, things were different.

With the vast resources of the Hua Xia Empire and the terrifying research capabilities of the Ministry of Public Works, there was no way Wei Wushuang's condition couldn't be cured.

Earlier, Lin Qian had used his soul power to scan his master's body and sent the data to the Ministry of Public Works. Zhuge Ming, after receiving the data, immediately mobilized the most elite scholars from the capital's Ministry of Public Works. Within the time it took to brew a cup of tea, they had developed a treatment plan and prepared the necessary potions.

"This is called the Immaculate Potion. While it doesn't have detoxifying properties, once ingested, it will make you immune to all poisons and prevent the toxins in your body from causing further harm," Lin Qian explained with a smile, motioning for his master to drink the potion. "It tastes like green apples—quite pleasant."

He pointed to the blanket covering his master. "That purple potion might be a bit bitter, but it's a detoxification potion, specially formulated for your condition. It will completely remove the toxins from your body."

"However, given that you've been poisoned for so many years, I've prepared ten bottles. Take one each day, and the toxins should be cleared within ten days."

"This brown potion may look unappealing, but it will strengthen your muscles and bones, repairing the damage caused by the poison."

"Oh, and this one replenishes blood. You might not be familiar with the term, but it essentially means…"

Wei Wushuang listened in a daze as Lin Qian methodically explained the effects of each of the more than ten potions.

Wei Wushuang had already experienced the miraculous effects of these potions. Unlike traditional pills, which required slow absorption, Lin Qian's potions worked immediately upon ingestion—truly astonishing.

He had initially thought that his disciple had only managed to procure three simple potions over the years. Wei Wushuang had mused that if such instantly effective potions existed in higher grades like traditional pills, they would be game-changers.

"Could they really be that miraculous?" Wei Wushuang muttered, removing the stopper from the bottle and drinking the Immaculate Potion.

A sweet and sour taste filled his mouth, and Wei Wushuang immediately felt a surge of potent energy spreading throughout his body. As his soul power circulated to guide the energy, he could feel it rapidly permeating every part of his being.

Soon after, he realized that this cool, refreshing energy was integrating into his body, inducing subtle yet profound changes. While he couldn't fully grasp what was happening, he suspected it was the effect of becoming immune to poisons, just as Lin Qian had described.

For years, the corrosive poison in his body had caused excruciating pain whenever it flared up, and after his soul power had failed to suppress it, the daily agony had been like enduring thousands of insects gnawing at his flesh.

But now, after drinking the Immaculate Potion, the pain had completely vanished. Wei Wushuang felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders, leaving him feeling light and free.

Gulp!

Without hesitation, Wei Wushuang quickly removed the stopper from the bottle containing the purple potion and drank it down. Shortly afterward, he downed the brown potion as well.

Following Lin Qian's instructions, Wei Wushuang continued to open bottle after bottle, pouring their contents down his throat.

As he tipped his head back to drink, silent tears streamed down his face.

On the bed, only nine bottles of the purple potion remained. Wei Wushuang carefully stored them in his storage soul device before getting out of bed.

His once silver hair was now a healthy, lustrous black, and the pallor of his face had been replaced with a healthy flush. His once withered muscles had regained their strength, and his once hunched posture was now straight and proud.

Standing before the crystal mirror in the room, Wei Wushuang looked at his reflection and smiled, closing his eyes as tears continued to flow.

"The potion works well," Lin Qian said, nodding in approval as he observed his master's restored state from a short distance away.

Wiping away his tears, Wei Wushuang turned to Lin Qian with an embarrassed smile. "Lin Qian, you must think I'm quite a sight."

"Master, it's perfectly normal to be emotional after being on the brink of death and then being given a new lease on life," Lin Qian said with a grin, bowing respectfully. "Congratulations, Master, on regaining your War Emperor might."

With a sigh of nostalgia, Wei Wushuang nodded. "To think that after earning the title of War Emperor and then returning home in such a pitiful state from that vast stage, I spent the last year confined to bed like a cripple."

"I had finally come to terms with everything, ready to face death peacefully, but then you, my disciple… you went and healed me!" Wei Wushuang exclaimed, still feeling as if he were in a dream.

"On Prison Island, Master, you saved my life and taught me how to cultivate. Now, I've saved yours. Perhaps it's all destiny," Lin Qian said, smiling.

"Ha ha ha! Heaven truly has blessed me with an excellent disciple!" Wei Wushuang laughed heartily, overjoyed.

But then, he grew serious and cautioned Lin Qian, "Lin Qian, you mustn't reveal these potions lightly. You know the saying: 'A treasure too conspicuous invites trouble.'"

"Do you think your disciple is that foolish?" Lin Qian chuckled. "If it weren't for saving you, I wouldn't have brought them out at all."

Wei Wushuang nodded slightly, his gaze filled with guilt. "If it weren't for my poisoning, such precious potions would have been better saved for your cultivation."

"Precious? These potions are just common items," Lin Qian replied, somewhat surprised.

"Common items? Don't try to comfort me, Lin Qian. Those potions were incredibly beneficial for me. I'd be thrilled to drink one every day, and in three months, I might even break through the bottleneck that's held me back for years."

Wei Wushuang patted Lin Qian's shoulder. "I know you like to joke with me, but such precious potions must have cost you a great deal of effort…"

His voice trailed off as he stared at the ground, wide-eyed.

Lin Qian gently removed his master's hand from his shoulder and patted him on the back. "Besides the Immaculate Potion and the detox potion, there are at least a hundred bottles of each of the other potions. Take your time drinking them—one month should be plenty."

With that, Lin Qian whistled and left the room.

In the room, the renowned War Emperor stood alone, staring in disbelief at the mountain of potion bottles before him.