This World Is the Furnace

When Su Chen climbed out of the garbage pile in the abandoned cave, he didn't know what the end of his immortality would be. He only knew that his sister was suffering from a fever, and he had nothing else to exchange for medicine except his life. He stuffed the bloody spent elixir fragment into his mouth, thinking that it would be better to poison him than to burn him to death. He's not dead. His meridians were corroded by the poison and turned into a rag bag with a leaky bottom. It could not contain the spiritual energy, but it could trap the most violent evil energy in the world within his body. Others' vomiting is to warm and nourish them, while his vomiting is to add sparks to the powder keg. Later he realized that this world was an alchemy furnace. The sect is the furnace worker, the spiritual energy is the firewood, and the monks are the medicinal materials. To breathe is to purify, to break through is to become a pill, and to ascend is to be harvested. If he didn't want to be eaten, he would have to smash the stove together.