His entire family perished in battle; he rose from the ashes to conquer the world.

"Stand up like a normal person and go to the drill ground for training."

Su Wanqing's pupils suddenly contracted; she, who had never lost her composure before, made an exception today.

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" she blurted out without thinking.

"This herbal decoction is the most potent method in the world. I planned for you to bathe in it slowly for twelve hours each day to alleviate your pain as much as possible, perhaps giving you a glimmer of hope. Now, you want to unleash its bone-melting and marrow-draining effects in just two short hours?"

She strode forward, staring at Mu Yuan: "This isn't just double the pain, it's several times over. Think about it, if the torture you would normally endure in a day were to be inflicted over two hours, you would have died on the spot on the first day!"

"I cannot abandon the Western Army."

Mu Yuan raised his chin and pointed outside, where tens of thousands of soldiers were fast asleep, but still filled with doubt and confusion.

"I am the commander of these people. I just made the announcement, and today I gave them a glimmer of hope. If they wait until tomorrow morning and see a useless piece of trash lying in bed, only able to groan, that hope will vanish immediately."

"Whether it's the morale of the people or the morale of the army, it's very, very difficult to unite them, but it can be scattered in the blink of an eye."

When Mu Yuan said this, he was still very weak, and his legs were even trembling like leaves, but the three women did not find it funny at all.

"I want my soldiers to understand that I, Mu Yuan, am as unyielding as iron and will never fall. No matter what I experience in the camp, every morning I must stand firmly on the drill ground."

"Besides, it's just some pain."

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of crimson blood. It was incredibly ferocious and terrifying, yet also carried an indescribable sinister charm.

"Don't worry, it can't kill me. It's just a stepping stone for me to get back on my feet."

The tent was deathly silent.

Fang Yuyan couldn't understand at all that her brother-in-law, who used to be bedridden and could be described as cowardly, was now like this. She stared at him blankly, lost in thought for a long time.

She comes from a family of businessmen, and she always assesses the risks and benefits before doing anything.

But the man in front of me was gambling with his life, betting on an extremely slim, almost nonexistent, possibility.

As for the returns, it's hard to say, and the future of the Mu family remains uncertain.

He's gone mad! He's completely lost his mind!

"All right."

Su Wanqing took a deep breath to suppress the shock in her heart.

Knowing that his mind was made up, further persuasion would be useless.

She walked quickly out the door, her steps hurried, saying as she went.

"I'll go get the medicine right away. My two sisters-in-law, please prepare a bath tub and three or four tubs of plenty of hot water. Remember, the water must be freshly boiled, definitely not lukewarm. Also, wrap a wooden stick in a clean cloth."

"A wooden stick? What do you need that for?" As soon as Fang Yuyan said this, she realized something and her heart skipped a beat.

Su Wanqing didn't turn her head, and said as she walked:

"Put it in his mouth, lest he bite off his tongue in the pain."

Before long, a six-foot-tall bath tub was placed in the back tent.

The bucket was filled with a black, viscous liquid, so black it was shiny and so thick it couldn't be dissolved.

Like a swamp.

On the surface of the liquid, there were dried corpses of insects, snakes, scorpions, centipedes, and so on, along with some unknown and strange herbs. As it was heated, it produced scalding black bubbles that gurgled.

It's terrifying just to look at.

Before long, a foul, strange odor filled the air, a mixture of fishy, ​​sweet, spicy, and rotten smells.

It made me want to vomit.

"A heart-repairing, bone-corroding soup?"

Fang Yuyan covered her nose and hurriedly backed away, her shrewd face now showing only fear.

This scene is strikingly similar to the evil water or cursed water brewed by ghosts and monsters in legends.

She couldn't help but wonder if people would melt away the moment they stepped inside!

Su Wanqing stood expressionless beside the bathtub, holding an extremely long medicinal stick in her hand, stirring it continuously as if she were stirring medicine.

Her pretty face was already pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her entire delicate body trembled slightly as she stirred.

Clearly, preparing this earth-shattering medicinal soup was a tremendous drain on her mental and physical strength.

"That's fine."

After a while, Su Wanqing stopped, looked at Mu Yuan, and spoke in a calm, unwavering voice.

Mu Yuan took off his shirt.

On his pale, lean chest, there were still shocking bloodstains, some left from training during the day, and others from scratches he made himself when the pain flared up.

Under the dim yellow light, this frail body looked as if a gust of wind could topple it over.

I came to the bucket and glanced at the black water that was still bubbling.

A gust of hot wind carrying a fishy stench hit him, making him dizzy.

Without even thinking, Mu Yuan stepped inside.

"boom……!"

Not only did the sound of the waves crashing reverberate, but a similar explosion echoed in Mu Yuan's mind.

In that instant, he felt as if he had jumped not into a medicinal liquid, but into scalding, churning lava, or a real inferno.

The pitch-black liquid seemed to transform into tiny, living insects, frantically burrowing into every pore of his body.

Like a million steel knives scraping his bones, they repeatedly cut and rubbed against his body, as if they wanted to grind him into dust. His bones, blood vessels, skin, and muscles were all spared.

Ah!

His mind had stopped thinking; only one word remained: pain!

This body is no longer my own. It is being crushed inch by inch by an invisible hand and burned with red-hot flames, every muscle to be burned to ashes until the whole person turns into smoke.

"Wow!!"

Mu Yuan jolted awake, his neck stiffening with pain, veins bulging on his forehead like earthworms, his face turning blood red.

He opened his mouth, and only by screaming desperately could he possibly vent some of his excruciating pain.

But almost simultaneously.

A small wooden stick wrapped in white cloth was quickly stuffed into his mouth.

Qin Hongxiu's hands were still trembling, clearly horrified by the scene before her.

But she remained standing by the bucket, her delicate hands gripping Mu Yuan's shoulders with all her might. Her once proud phoenix eyes were now filled with tears, yet she shouted, "Mu Yuan! Hold on tight, don't give up!"

Mu Yuan bit down on the stick, his teeth instantly cutting into the wood, making a squeaking, tooth-grinding sound.

His fingernails cracked inch by inch, and bright red blood flowed into the black liquid, only to be swallowed up by the terrible liquid in the blink of an eye.

Fang Yuyan, who was not far away, trembled uncontrollably upon seeing this scene.

She couldn't even imagine that someone in the world would voluntarily walk into this hell and still stubbornly refuse to give in!

For the first time in her life, she began to doubt herself, a person who was used to calculating everything.