Chapter 147: Fourth-Rank Reward!

Sitting on the bed, Yang Fan toffied with the porcelain bottle in his hand, which contained twenty Qi-Replenishing Pills.

He gazed at the bottle in deep thought for a moment, then opened his system interface!

"Host: Yang Fan"
"Rank: Grade Four"
"Title: Huaxia Warrior"
"Wealth: 13,584,524"
"Qi Sea: 13.1"
"Spirit: 33.3"
"Available Points: 5,142"
"Upgradeable Points: Qi Sea replenishment+,"
"Store: Not unlocked"
"Lucky Draw Chances: 1"

Looking at the operation interface, Yang Fan was somewhat surprised.

His wealth had increased—more than doubled!
The available points had also increased.
It had been a very long time since his system data had shown any increase.

Yang Fan glanced at the Raging Flower Blade placed aside, along with the Qi-Replenishing Pills and Body-Sculpting Pills. A few answers dawned on him!
It must have been these items that added to his wealth!
The last time his assets increased was when Li Tian gave him that long saber!
And the reason that long saber hadn't added to his wealth was probably because Li Tian had said he was only lending it to him for temporary use!

After pondering for a while, Yang Fan stopped dwelling on it!
With a thought in his mind...
...
Yang Fan looked at the pitch-black space and the roulette wheel, and walked forward!
Draw.
His Grade Four reward had not been claimed yet!

Arriving in front of the roulette wheel, he familiarly pressed the start button!
The roulette began to spin!
As the wheel spun, Yang Fan's heart began to race as well! Every single roulette draw brought him bizarre items that were, nonetheless, immensely helpful to him!
Though each time it tortured him to no end, he had to admit that whatever the roulette produced was top-tier quality!

When the wheel finally stopped and the pointer pointed to a certain sector, Yang Fan's consciousness returned to his physical body.

Opening his eyes, Yang Fan stared at the small bowl that had appeared beside him, filled with some bright red liquid. He found himself in a bit of a dilemma!
What on earth was this?!

Picking up the small bowl, Yang Fan sniffed the liquid inside!
A pungent, bloody stench assaulted his nostrils!
Instantly, Yang Fan felt a sour, churning sensation rising from the depths of his stomach!
He hurriedly pulled the bowl away, walked over to the window, opened it, and took a deep breath of fresh air!
After a long while, he managed to suppress the feeling of nausea.

Standing by the window, Yang Fan mentally prepared himself for a long time. Then he closed the window, walked back to the bed, cautiously picked up the small bowl, held his breath, and lightly dipped his finger into the liquid!
Touching it with his finger, he felt absolutely nothing!
According to past experience, whatever the system produced would always torture him to death; the fact that he felt nothing at all meant the method of use was wrong!

"It's not for topical use, could it be for oral consumption?" Yang Fan muttered to himself.
Then he looked at the small bowl with a tangled expression...
This was utterly ridiculous.
This bowl was presumably blood, and they wanted him to drink blood? Was this really okay?
Why had the system changed its tactics now?
Instead of making him suffer, it had switched to disgusting him?
Damn it, this was worse than making him suffer; at least that way he wouldn't have to endure this kind of psychological torture!

It wasn't as if Yang Fan had never tasted blood before. When fighting ferocious beasts, long sabers would slash through flesh and blood, sending gore flying, and every now and then a splash of fresh blood would land in his mouth. In the heat of battle, who had the time to care about that? He would just swallow or spit it out directly.
But now, with complete clarity of mind, being asked to drink a bowl of blood—Yang Fan had to admit he was resisting it with every fiber of his being!

...
After wrestling with himself for a long time, Yang Fan finally mustered up his courage, held his breath, picked up the small bowl, and drained it in a single gulp with the resolve of a man going to his execution.

As the blood entered his mouth, it didn't have the unique, iron-like smell of blood that Yang Fan had imagined.
Instead, a burst of rich fruity fragrance exploded on his palate!

Just as Yang Fan was wondering why his sense of smell and taste differed so drastically, he was suddenly overcome by a wave of intense palpitations!
Yang Fan had experienced this kind of heart-fluttering sensation back when he was still an ordinary person.
It was caused by the heart beating too violently!
It was a natural bodily reaction during strenuous activity, moments of terror, and so on, or else something suffered by heart disease patients.
However, ever since Yang Fan became a cultivator and reached the realm of a Grade One Martial Disciple, he had never felt this sensation again!

A Grade One Martial Disciple condensed their blood, and the source of the blood began in the heart; once cultivation started, the heart was the very first place to be strengthened.
Yet right now, even though Yang Fan had reached Grade Four as a Martial Master, this feeling of heart palpitations had returned.

Yang Fan hurriedly performed an internal inspection!
He focused on sensing his own body.
He could see his heart beginning to beat at a furious pace, generating surges of fresh blood with every violent thud.
Following that, the blood throughout his entire body began to circulate at an unprecedented speed!
The velocity was so fast that Yang Fan could hardly believe it!

Not long after the blood began its rapid circulation, Yang Fan felt a wave of agony rack his entire body—this was the sensation produced when his meridians were battered by the high-speed rushing blood!

Yang Fan felt a twinge of self-pity; the system truly had no intention of letting him off the hook. It was still going to hurt him to the point of doubting his own existence!

However, just as this sensation began to manifest, Yang Fan felt a surge of Qi and blood energy erupt from within his body, enveloping his meridians entirely!

Yang Fan quickly checked.
He discovered that a small red pill located just above his dantian was rapidly dissolving!
He recognized that shape; it was the Blood-Devouring Pill that Kunlun had forced him to swallow back then!
Ever since the Blood-Devouring Pill had entered his body, Yang Fan had never been able to trace its whereabouts. He could only sense the medicinal power of the Blood-Devouring Pill surging within him whenever he executed the Kunlun Undying Technique.
Yet now, under the influence of that bowl of blood, the Blood-Devouring Pill had manifested. The pill was releasing its medicinal power to protect his meridians while rapidly dissipating at the same time. Yang Fan could feel the Blood-Devouring Pill shrinking at a visible rate.

At this pace, Yang Fan figured it wouldn't take long—at most five or six minutes—for the Blood-Devouring Pill inside him to be completely consumed!
This was the lethal pill that Kunlun had given him specifically to keep him under control! While it did have some beneficial properties, its primary purpose was to restrict him!
If it were consumed completely now, would this Blood-Devouring Pill still be able to play its intended role when he broke through from Grade Nine to Grade Ten?
Yang Fan felt deeply doubtful!

Even as Yang Fan was thinking this, the volatilization of the Blood-Devouring Pill suddenly accelerated.
And the surging speed of his blood became even more violent!
His heartbeat grew terrifyingly rapid!
In no time at all, the Blood-Devouring Pill completely dissolved away.

The very instant the Blood-Devouring Pill vanished, Yang Fan suddenly opened his mouth wide, his eyes bulging!
Not even a single sound could escape his throat!
It was too painful.
The protective medicinal effect of the Blood-Devouring Pill was gone. A heart-rending, soul-crushing agony instantly made Yang Fan question the meaning of life.
At that moment, Yang Fan felt as though countless people were wielding saws, cutting pieces out of his flesh!

Enduring the pain originating from every corner of his body with every passing second, Yang Fan gradually found himself overwhelmed beyond his limits!

Ten minutes later, Yang Fan finally accomplished his wish and closed his eyes.
He had passed out again.
Yang Fan felt this had practically become standard equipment for every single lucky draw he did.
Ever since the very first time, there had never been a single draw where he hadn't been knocked unconscious!

At the same time, Yang Fan was also immensely grateful that his body's protective mechanism was so reliable.
If not for his body's self-protection knocking him out, Yang Fan felt he might have eventually bitten his tongue and ended his own life.
There was no helping it; it was simply too agonizing. Yang Fan considered that kind of pain to be the most terrifying thing in this world!