Life was actually like that. There would always be some hardships that were hard to predict.
For example, he was smashed by something as he walked. As he was refining pills, he was struck by the Heavenly Punishment nine times in a row. Each strike was stronger than the last, and he was seriously injured…
However, humans had to learn to be strong. It was also a necessary skill for a mature man to be happy in times of hardship.
Yes, the Heavenly Punishment was not without benefits.
In the sunset, Li Changshou, who had changed into a new robe made by Ling'e, lay on the rocking chair in front of the Pill Chamber. He looked at the "Treasure Bag of Vomiting Blood" that had turned into ashes in his palm and felt the medicinal effects of the two sixth-grade recovering Spirit Pills, as well as the comfort that slowly spread throughout his body. A smile of peace and relief graced his face.