402: The backlash of the hidden character technique

In a short period, Shen Bei directly confronted Bo Tao and Ren Qianna, two Seventh Rank Martial Artists.

He sent off this pair of greedy and desperate lovers with an almost crushing, invincible posture.

But the process of the battle, it must be said, Ren Qianna was not to be underestimated.

A barrage of blood attacks forced Shen Bei to activate the "Hidden" Word Skill, temporarily storing all the damage.

Although the "Hidden" Word Skill was useful, it was not without side effects.

Just as smiles don't disappear without reason, but only transfer to other people's faces, it was the same.

The "Hidden" Word Skill carried the damage, and naturally, it wouldn't disappear, but would be fully released within a certain period after the battle ended.

Therefore, Shen Bei urgently needed to go home and prepare a large number of Medicinal Pills to counteract the backlash of the damage.

Back home.

Jian Tong rummaged through boxes and cabinets, taking out Medicinal Pills she had treasured for many years, as well as welfare Medicinal Pills she had received at school.

Adding them to the Medicinal Pills Shen Bei had prepared, there were over thirty bottles in total.

Most of them were qi and blood pills and Hemostatic Pills.

Some of the qi and blood pills were of high quality, made with superior ingredients, and could be considered top-grade Medicinal Pills.

Shen Bei grabbed the porcelain bottle, and at the moment the backlash began, he poured the Medicinal Pills down his throat, chewing them like candy, crunching away.

“I should suggest to the country that in the future, Medicinal Pills should be released with flavors that suit individual tastes; I prefer strawberry flavor.”

Shen Bei mumbled a few words.

The Medicinal Pills were simply too unpalatable, with a uniform taste that was astringent, like chewing wood.

Jian Tong stood by and rolled her eyes: “It’s good enough to have something to eat; don’t be so picky.”

Just as Shen Bei was about to continue explaining his point of view, suddenly, the backlash effect of the "Hidden" Word Skill erupted.

The damage absorbed by the "Hidden" Word Skill surged out from every corner of Shen Bei’s body like a raging flood.

In just an instant.

He gritted his teeth, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, along his cheeks, and dripped onto his clothes, instantly absorbed by the fabric.

His body curled up, his hands clutching his chest, as if this could alleviate the intense pain originating from deep within his body.

“Are you okay?”

Jian Tong, seeing Shen Bei in such a state, was anxiously concerned and flustered, not knowing what to do or what she should do.

Her eyelids subtly twitched, her gaze like someone deliberately staring at the scorching sun in midsummer, forcing herself not to squint her eyes.

Shen Bei waved his hand: “It’s nothing, it’ll be fine in a moment.”

Saying that, Shen Bei continued to take Medicinal Pills.

Fortunately, Shen Bei also had a Fifth Dimension Attribute that was quite powerful here.

That was, the medicinal effect increased by 20%.

Shen Bei absorbed the medicinal power faster and more effectively than other Martial Artists.

However, even so, Shen Bei still had to endure the after-effects brought by Ren Qianna.

The constantly surging damage, like a lurking venomous snake, quietly writhed and moved through Shen Bei’s internal organs, bringing waves of gripping pain with each breath.

His face was as pale as paper, yet his cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness.

Each breath felt like it was pulling at the wounds inside his body, and the pain surged and receded like a tide, wave after wave, making it unbearable.

His back was arched, and the distinct spinous processes on his spine were like mountain ridges.

A suppressed groan escaped Shen Bei’s throat, a hoarse sound between pain and perseverance.

“Still so damn strong!”

Shen Bei mocked himself.

The pain in his internal organs made him feel as if his body was being scorched by a raging fire, a wave of heat rising from his abdomen, scalding him almost unbearably, yet in the next moment, it was like bone-chilling ice, making his whole body tremble with cold.

This alternation of hot and cold made him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, only knowing that this pain was so real, almost consuming him.

Shen Bei took more than twenty bottles of Medicinal Pills in a row.

He even let out a burp.

In his pain, Shen Bei’s consciousness was unusually clear.

He constantly adjusted his breathing, trying to guide his chaotic Qi and blood back to normal.

Gradually.

In about fifteen minutes.

The backlash on Shen Bei’s body receded like the tide, slowly disappearing.

About half an hour later.

All the unusual sensations on Shen Bei’s body completely vanished.

“Finished!”

Shen Bei stood up again, shook his body, and was still full of vigor.

Shen Bei counted the empty Medicinal Pill bottles on the ground.

There were nearly thirty bottles.

If converted into money… it would be about five or six million.

Hiss~~~

Shen Bei clutched his chest, feeling heartache again.

Did a single fight cost this much money?

Martial Artists… they’re really damn wasteful!

“Shen Bei, are you still hurting? Why are you still clutching your chest?”

Jian Tong supported Shen Bei, utterly puzzled.

He was just bouncing around happily, so why was he clutching his chest now, looking so bitter?

Shen Bei honestly said: “It’s too awful; these Medicinal Pills are worth a lot of money.”

Jian Tong: …

“At a time like this, can your focus be a bit more normal?”

Jian Tong rolled her eyes widely.

Is life more important, or money?

Really, I give up!

Shen Bei smacked his lips, people die for money, birds die for food, after all.

It all boils down to this trivial matter, doesn’t it?

By now, it was dark.

It was raining outside, the kind of slightly chilly autumn rain unique to the north.

The raindrops pattered on the roof and windows, and the drizzling rain gradually intensified, but the sound still maintained the style of Jiangnan rain, soft upon landing.

Jian Shan called, saying he was guiding work in the county and wouldn’t be home tonight.

Shen Bei thought: Good! It’s good he’s not coming back; last time with Jian Tong wasn’t satisfying.

Shen Bei ran up and down the villa, closing all the windows.

It wasn’t that Shen Bei was diligent and hardworking.

To put it bluntly, this villa would eventually be his, so he had to take care of it.

Nothing wrong with that.

He walked around the house a few times, making sure all the doors and windows were closed, then turned his head to look at Jian Tong, who was sprawled on the sofa watching a soap opera: “Baby, it’s late, shouldn’t we go to bed?”

Two red clouds suddenly flew across Jian Tong’s face, and seeing Shen Bei’s slightly lewd expression, she suddenly thought of the most fundamental issue between a man and a woman, which no one can avoid, whether you are a lady from high society or a village girl from the mountains, the essence is the same.

Jian Tong didn’t say anything, she blushed and obediently allowed Shen Bei to pull her upstairs, where he made the bed, and then she stammered to Shen Bei, “Turn, turn off the light.”

“It’s not like we haven’t seen each other before, why are you shy?”

“Turn off the light!”

“Alright, alright, I give up.”

In the darkness, Shen Bei quickly stripped off his clothes in a flash and slipped under the covers.

Jian Tong, usually so eloquent, was completely silent. Shen Bei’s hands went to caress Jian Tong, and she obediently nestled into his embrace, her soft body, skin as smooth and delicate as ivory. He felt Jian Tong’s body tremble in his palms, accurately conveying a message of longing to be loved.

Although they had done it several times, Shen Bei still felt his whole body begin to burn, and a huge sense of happiness made him feel dizzy…

Jian Tong exhaled like an orchid beside him, her voice softly saying: “Don’t be too fast, be gentle.”

What kind of talk is that… who’s fast?!

That’s called fierce!

Afterward, Shen Bei heard nothing; he felt as if he had returned to the underground cave, following the army as they surged like a tidal wave to overwhelm the enemy. The sharp whistling sound of Martial Skills tearing through the air, whizzing past his ears, the huge, orange-red flames erupting when Martial Skills exploded, the army surging into the enemy lines like a tidal wave, hand-to-hand combat, bayonets clashing, sparking, attack, attack, and attack again…

Shen Bei’s fierce attack ignited Jian Tong’s passion. She felt as if she had returned to her childhood, when her poetic father took her on a night tour of Taiyangshan Reservoir. When the boat reached the center of the lake, a storm broke out. She lay in the cabin of the black-awning boat, feeling the surging waves violently tossing the fragile boat. The strong wind and heavy rain swept across the lake in gusts, like countless whips lashing the boat, and the boat swayed and tilted with the exhilarating feeling of being about to break free.

Suddenly, the storm swept across the lake, rolling towards the dark, distant horizon. The previously boisterous lake returned to calm, and the black-awning boat drifted quietly with the current, gently swaying. The bright moon was reflected on the water, and distant fishing lights flickered again. How did Fan Zhongyan put it? ‘Or when the long smoke clears, and the bright moon shines for a thousand li, the floating light glitters like gold, the still reflection sinks like jade, and the fishermen’s songs echo each other—what joy can be greater than this…’

Jian Tong felt an unprecedented fatigue, like a sailor who had battled wind and waves and returned from the brink of death, like an exhausted traveler on a long journey who sees an oasis on the horizon…

…

The next day.

Shen Bei had just woken up when he found his house surrounded by the army…

Shen Bei: ???