Clueless mortal disciples underwent marrow-washing without fully understanding what was happening.
Soaking in wooden barrels, the young disciples felt the burning sensation of the body-refining decoction and the widening of their meridians. It was a uniquely agonizing yet exhilarating experience, and their shrieks rose one after another, each looking like a little piglet bound for slaughter.
This amused the Foundation Establishment cultivators and Golden Core cultivators assigned to guard duty, who chuckled inwardly while maintaining stern expressions on their faces.
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