"Young Master Guâ!"
The Poison King shouted, his eyes widening in shock. It was because Gu Yangcheon had suddenly collapsed.
And it wasnât just a simple fall.
âKeheokâ¦!â
Crack, crackle.
Lying on the ground, Gu Yangcheon vomited blood in great quantities. The color was so dark that at a glance, it seemed almost black.
âThis isâ¦â
It was evident at first glance that something was gravely wrong. The Poison King furrowed his brow as he examined Gu Yangcheon.
âYoung Master Gu, are you alrightâ¦?â
He stopped mid-sentence. The Poison Kingâs gaze landed on Gu Yangcheonâs body, and the sight made him bite his lip immediately.
This is bad.
Just moments ago, there had been minor fluctuations in his energy, but it had been manageable. Now, however, his condition had worsened beyond imagination. The energy wasnât just fluctuating; it was rampaging wildly.
The energy, seemingly intent on destroying everything, was tearing through his meridians with uncontrollable violence.
âKuhhh⦠Hrrkâ¦!â
Gu Yangcheon groaned in agony, his blood-smeared face drenched in anguish. It wasnât hard to imagine the unbearable pain tearing through his body with such uncontrolled energy.
It was as if thousands of needles were dancing inside his meridians.
And yet, despite witnessing such torment, the Poison King was at a loss for what to do. Energy that had gone berserk like this couldnât be touched easily. Careless interference can lead to an irreparable deviation of mind and body caused by the disturbance of the cultivation process.
Not only would Gu Yangcheon be at risk, but the one attempting to control the energy could also become ensnared.
Leaving it alone until it subsided on its own? That wasnât an option either.
If this continues, his energy could explode in a matter of moments.
Interference could cause deviation, while leaving it alone would result in his body exploding under the pressure of his energy. No matter what was done, despair seemed inevitable.
âDamn it.â
There wasnât enough time to think. No time to deliberate. Or rather, there wasnât much choice to begin with.
He had to intervene. Somehow, he had to control that energy. The problem wasâ¦
Can I even control it?
The Poison King wasnât confident he could. Interfering might drag him into inner demons' possession as well.