Volume 1, Chapter 57: Making Tang Bohu Drink, Decremental Alcohol Cessation

"There was once a drunkard sent to our medical clinic by his family. After abstaining from alcohol for a few days, his whole body would tremble in excruciating pain, forcing him to drink again. In less than a year of continued drinking, the man drank himself to death. Alas, even my father could not help a drunkard break his addiction, and yet you claim you can help him!" Li Zixuan said with a look of utter disbelief.

Even Li Shizhen, a renowned physician of his generation, had been unable to cure a drunkard's addiction.

"Trying to treat Tang Bohu for alcohol dependence is indeed a troublesome task, but simply taking medicine won't work for a condition like his. Aside from treating his physical body, a comprehensive, all-round approach targeting both his physiological and psychological well-being is required," Xia Jing...

"Crack!" A crisp, resounding slap echoed through the air. Jingwei took a step back and released her hand. She stared in a daze at Yuanming on the bed, who was glaring at her with burning rage, his right hand still trembling from agitation. The imprint of five fingers was vividly visible across his cheek, a burning sensation rapidly piercing through both Jingwei's face and her heart.

"I truly cannot imagine who would take Yaoyao away," Yuanming and the others were currently expanding their search sweep into the markets of the Shennong Kingdom. Seeing so many soldiers mobilized, the commoners could not help but feel terrified. Just moments ago, another scouting party had returned reporting no suspicious traces found, causing Yuanming's grief and indignation to mount further.

The next instant, countless black spheres were hurled from the Qin army formation, sparks flickering at the base of each sphere.

Seeing the two charging toward them, Song Tianquan shouted, "Well come!" He thrust his longsword straight at Gaodeng. Seeing Hua Yuan rush forward, his disciple Ou Yongzhang recalled the heinous atrocities Hua Yuan had committed on Tiandu Peak not long ago, slaughtering his fellow senior and junior apprentices. A dragon of fire surged in his heart, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot as he let out a roar, lunging forward with his sword to engage Hua Yuan in combat.

"Go to hell!" The World's Most Handsome Man completely ignored the dark mage's words, finally releasing the concentrated ball of energy gathered in his hands.

When they returned once more to the dungeon, the oppressive stench still lingered inside, causing them to instinctively cover their noses and mouths. The prisoners collapsed on the ground had clearly been gassed quite severely by Huang Yulang's "stinky fart," each rolling their eyes upward and looking utterly weak and lifeless.

It was just unclear what situation the others were in. Right now, only I was possessing Grand Uncle-Master Shanshu. Where were the others? How were they supposed to be taught? Could it be that the others had likewise possessed the five Supreme Elders? So Su Ningshuang and the rest were in the exact same predicament as he was right now?

"Hard to say... If the water demon had even half of my close-combat prowess, victory would be guaranteed!" Mantis seized the opportunity to boast.

"Heh heh, for those who aspire to achieve great things, what does this even amount to? Which person in the pugilistic world does not have blood on their hands or a few lives to their name?" Hong Jinhai did not feel there was any problem with this at all.

Her hand gripping Cen Biqing's sleeve trembled slightly. Trapped in such a dead end, the very moment she witnessed Cen Biqing's true form, she had already steeled her resolve to dedicate her entire life to a cycle of killing and counter-killing. She would have to fight Xu Xian, fight the Queen Mother of the West, fight Master Destiny Xin Jun... and perhaps even fight Cen Biqing.

Perhaps noticing that Zheng Qing's gaze lingered a bit too long on the third clause, Li Meng stomped her foot and could not help but nag him once more.

Shortly after, at the tender age of twenty, he was recruited by the director of the Alchemical Research Institute, becoming the youngest specially appointed researcher at First University at the time, and was granted an exclusive laboratory in Castle Alpha named after him—the Duzem Alchemical Laboratory.

Yet whenever the night of the full moon or certain traditional solar terms arrived, those iron chains would sway of their own accord, creating a truly terrifying sight.

"Among those other two people, was someone wearing a silver mask and using a short refined-iron staff as a weapon?" Dante blurted out abruptly.

Chen did not want the game to end in defeat, but the second match had turned out this way and could no longer be changed. The players all felt rather crestfallen after the match. The third game would return to being played at the Barclays Center.

Although Lin Qingyu was extremely weak at this moment, her eyes grew increasingly bright. She could indeed sense that a portion of the karma binding her to the Path-Consummation World was being stripped away from her body.

Abruptly, the large wooden bed frame beneath him could not bear his weight and snapped directly into two halves right down the middle. The tall youth slumped despondently and sat right down upon it.

With both feet touching the ground once more, the two returned to the circle of family and friends, paying no heed to the attitudes or gazes of the deities, and prepared to leave.

"Alright, honored guest, please wait a moment!" The street vendor beamed with a wide smile; selling fifty items in one go had put him in an exceptionally good mood.

Liu Yifei accompanied He Yueyan all the way back to her dormitory before the two parted ways. This feeling of strolling together on the school campus remained thoroughly pleasant for both Liu Yifei and He Yueyan.

In truth, while he admired Cheng Yiming's reputation, his obsequious attachment to Cheng Yiming was largely driven by his desire to hover around Long Yu.

"Master, what kind of pill is this? It tastes much better than the Origin-Returning Pill! Master, you should eat two and taste them yourself."

Aside from Qiaoqiao, who else could possibly be the most displeased? Yet in reality, the person truly most displeased turned out to be someone else entirely.

The once beautiful and bustling mortal world had now turned exceptionally dim, with wisps of black qi swirling all around.

Zhou Jian felt a slight discomfort in his heart once again, but he still chuckled and drank a cup with him, knowing full well that Li Tianzhu had no intention of mocking him at all.

Lei Hao brought his blade sweeping down. The black saber descended from above, its body erupting with roaring flames that condensed into a gigantic blade. However, this time it was no longer a blazing red giant blade, but rather black flames resembling demonic fire, whose scorching heat instantly swept away the chilling cold of the desert under the night sky, making the surrounding air instantly swelter.

Wang Dao's arrival posed a major threat to them, and quite a few people were already harboring hostility toward him.

Da Heng secretly wiped away his sweat, realizing that fighting for that black bronze bell just now had not been an easy feat. Yet through this contest, Da Heng had also gained clarity on the difference between controlling the divine tower from within versus from the outside.

Furthermore, once outside, the abilities of both the Cyan-Faced Boy and the Red-Haired Boy could be fully unleashed. Countless billows of fire and liquid water pervaded the surroundings, both reeking of a heavy, rotting stench—reminiscent of funeral pyres burning corpses and sewage that drowned the living—inducing a profound sense of physical discomfort.