Chapter 120: Lesson Number Three for Mark
Since Mark couldn’t read braille, Emily didn’t pay much attention to it anymore. Today, she also came to meet Mark for another reason, which was to try continuing to use her healing ability on his body.
"Hmph, if you still can’t talk after drinking it, then I’m going home."
Emily snorted and immediately poured the tea into Mark’s mouth. The abstract taste that Mark would never be able to forget appeared again, making him startled.
This time, he could already move his muscles, so Mark struggled desperately and tried to spit the tea back out. Since he couldn’t see anything, he spat it all over Emily’s face.
The speed of the tea flying through the air wasn’t fast. An A-rank hunter like Emily could naturally dodge it easily. But she just stood there in place because she was furious at Mark’s extreme wastefulness.
Was this ordinary tea? Of course not. Not only did it contain the flavor Emily liked the most, but it also contained incredible healing power.
An ordinary person on the verge of death could extend their life just by drinking it. Calling it a divine medicine wasn’t even an exaggeration.
Yet Mark actually dared to spit it all out, and on top of that, he spat it all over Emily’s face, making her unable to hold it in anymore. Don’t think that being a patient gives you the right to drive her crazy.
"How dare you do that, you little brat?"
Emily growled. Every word carried the anger inside her. The hand holding the teapot was trembling, causing droplets of tea to splash out.
Nick immediately trembled outside the door. He had heard rumors that Emily’s temper wasn’t exactly good either, but only after meeting her today did he know the rumors weren’t wrong.
Even though he didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire, Nick still had to pay close attention to her actions. If Emily went crazy and killed Mark on the spot, he would share the responsibility.
"You don’t want to drink it, huh? Very well. Then I’ll make you drink it. Drink until your stomach is stuffed full."
Emily couldn’t create an unlimited amount of tea with healing effects because it consumed too much energy. But if it was just ordinary tea for drinking, she guaranteed that even if Mark drank until he died, she still wouldn’t run out of tea.
Mark certainly wouldn’t cooperate, but did that matter? No. It was true that Emily’s combat power was at the bottom of the A-rank, but she was still an A-rank.
For someone like Mark, whose muscles had just recovered and who was even weaker than an ordinary person, she could easily restrain him.
Not only did Emily have strength, but she also had solid knowledge of the human body. On top of that, being able to heal Mark’s body wasn’t difficult, and since some monster didn’t want Mark to die, Emily decisively broke all three of Mark’s limbs, making him crippled once again.
Damn it! Which bastard is torturing my taste buds and then breaking my arms and legs?! Who the hell did I offend?!
The terrifying pain once again surged into Mark’s brain, making him grit his teeth in agony.
These past few days, all Mark knew was that he was lying on a bed with a mattress in a room that didn’t have many things. He couldn’t go outside because neither the window nor the main door could be opened.
Moreover, this wasn’t some old and makeshift room because the air conditioner had never stopped running, so he never felt suffocated.
There were even times when he naively thought this was a hospital, but now he felt that this was some secret torture room belonging to some bastards.
"Hmph, who told you to struggle? Now, obediently drink the tea. Once you’re full, I’ll heal your arms and legs."
Emily tightly gripped Mark’s mouth and stared at him fiercely as if he were her enemy. She forcefully pried Mark’s mouth open and then shoved the entire spout of the teapot into his mouth.
This teapot was a special ability, so naturally it didn’t need to be washed, and there was no need to worry about it getting dirty. If it could get dirty, Emily wouldn’t do something this unhygienic.
"What the hell?"
Nick peeked from behind the door and secretly looked inside. This horrifying scene made him dare not speak loudly and disturb Emily, fearing that he would be the next unlucky one.
Once again, he was tortured, and this time it was even more brutal than before. Mark wanted to cry at this point. Why was he always the one suffering?
Mark really missed the feeling of being able to control the ground like before. Right now, there was only a tiny amount of spiritual qi left in his body.
Even after fully recovering, Mark still couldn’t sense the ground as clearly as when he used the huge amount of spiritual qi converted from the explosive energy of the spiritual herb.
Since he couldn’t sense anything at all, Mark made a random guess and used the last bit of his strength to turn his palm and shoot out a pile of sand.
The sand flew toward Emily’s eyes, but she only curled her lips into a mocking smile. She immediately let go of the arm tightly gripping Mark’s mouth and used her extremely fast speed to gather most of the sand before shoving it straight into Mark’s mouth, making him choke violently.
For the first time, after experiencing the ’power’ of his own ability, Mark was crying without tears. Fortunately, this was only sand created by his ability, so it could disappear. Otherwise, Mark might have really suffocated to death from that pile of sand.
"Hmph, it’s only an F-rank ability, yet you still dream of ambushing me? Since you have the guts to ambush me, then you should have the guts to drink plenty of tea."
In the basement of the Hunter Association headquarters, Nexus and the system clearly knew what was happening to Mark, and they had another idea.
"System, you are a core member of the Cultivation Academy and have deep knowledge of cultivation, right? Then tell me, what should Mark’s third lesson be about?"
Nexus didn’t take the initiative to make a request but instead asked the system. This made the system very happy because it felt that it had been given full authority to decide everything.
[Hahaha, my trash master is getting better and better at talking. But why are you asking me? That sentence should be a statement instead. As for useless Mark, he has disappointed me greatly. How can a cultivator be picky about food?]