By now, several days had passed, and Fang Chen was now flushed red like a boiled lobster.0

Given his formidable physique of a sixth-rank sword body, it was almost laughable that a mere illness could leave him in this pitiful state. However, this was no ordinary sickness. It carried traces of a force not belonging to the mortal world. Under its influence, Fang Chen felt as though he had been stripped of the powers that once marked him as a cultivator and returned to a state of mere mortality.0

"So thirsty…. My heart's racing. My throat burns. It's like being stricken by a plague," muttered Fang Chen bitterly.0

It was clear that the Misfortune Calamity was far more terrifying than a simple disease. What made it even worse was that while enduring misfortune, he also had to suffer the full brunt of the...0