As soon as he gave up, his speed suddenly shot up, wind whistling past his ears. The point of light before his eyes grew larger and larger, and finally he understood—that light was probably the exit. The light drew closer and closer, and in Grant Benson's heart, a new fear began to arise. He desperately started a second round of resistance, but this time, his struggle was even weaker. With a whoosh, he was pulled into that patch of white light. The white light was blinding, and Grant Benson felt a sharp pain in his eyes. With a miserable scream, he squeezed his eyes shut, but the intense pain immediately spread throughout his entire body—even the inside of his ribs felt as if they were being sliced by knives!

Now, Grant Benson knew half of the answer that no one had known since ancient times: when a demonic cultivator falls into the sacred land of the righteous, it is absolutely not a good thing! As for the other half of the answer, well, that depends on who else is as unlucky as Grant Benson.

Grant Benson waved his skeletal arms, shielding his agonized eyes, trying to block out the white light, but it was all useless. Even with the light blocked, stabbing pain still shot through his eye sockets. By now, he was almost used to it, since there was not a single comfortable spot on his entire body. In a daze, Grant Benson was already starting to lose consciousness. He only instinctively flailed his limbs, and with each movement, in his half-dazed state, he failed to notice that his arms and legs were growing a bit thicker each time...

When Grant Benson woke up, he found himself lying at the foot of a mountain peak. The mountain was incredibly tall, with clouds floating halfway up its slopes. Sunlight shone down, making his eyes feel uncomfortable. He reached out to shield his eyes from the light above, and suddenly his body froze—because the hand above his head was clearly a hand with flesh on it!

Grant Benson let out a loud cry, and this time, the sound was full and resonant, definitely not the rattling noise made by a skeleton's throat bones without vocal cords! Grant Benson covered his mouth, shock showing in his eyes. He nervously glanced over his body, but everything left him utterly disappointed—he had become a living, breathing, flesh-and-blood human being!

Can a Grant Benson with flesh still be called Grant Benson? He hesitated several times, but finally pressed his hand to his chest. A vibration came from his chest, and Grant Benson collapsed to the ground, clutching his head and weeping bitterly: "It's over, it's over, I even have a heartbeat now..." After crying for a while, Grant Benson suddenly jumped up, a determined look flashing in his eyes, and made a bold decision in his heart. He reached out, but nothing appeared in his hand as he wished. With a sigh, he realized that this extra flesh not only sealed his jade-like bones, but also sealed his Jade Bone Grand Art. Since he had no blade, Grant Benson decided not to use one. He found a stone, smashed it hard against the cliff, and after breaking it into several pieces, he picked a thin, sharp shard, gripped it tightly, closed his eyes, and slashed fiercely at his own arm!

Grant Benson wanted to skin and debone himself, so that only bones would remain, and he would once again be Grant Benson, the lord of Bone Fortress, number one in the demonic path. But as the sharp stone fell, blood spurted out, and Grant Benson cried out in pain: "Wah!" He really hadn't expected that cutting living flesh would hurt so much!

Grant Benson dropped the stone shard, deciding to try something else. The wound he just made healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving Grant Benson dumbfounded. With a body like this, any normal person would be thrilled, right? Unfortunately, he was not a normal person.

Grant Benson sat at the foot of Misty Rain Peak for half a day, but still couldn't come up with a solution. In the end, he had to accept a reality: he was no longer Grant Benson. He had now become a "normal" person even more normal than normal people. The power of the Jade Bone Grand Art was sealed within his bones by his fleshly body. He might now be a strong man, but he was definitely not an invincible one. He dared not return to Bone Fortress—after all, that was a place of the demonic path, where anything could happen, and he no longer had the power to protect himself. He was unwilling to go back. Even though he believed his subordinates would protect him, that was not the way a true overlord should live—under someone else's wing.

But he would never give up everything in Bone Fortress. In his heart, Bone Fortress was his, and he would never abandon what belonged to him. But now, what he needed to do was make himself strong, strong enough to take back what was his.

Grant Benson began to ponder how to become strong. Now that he was a normal person, he didn't know any cultivation techniques for ordinary people—he only knew many from the demonic path. If he wanted to become strong, he would have to find a new master and learn anew. Find a master? Right before him was the best teacher—the number one righteous sect, the Wuwei Sword Sect. Here were the most profound righteous cultivation techniques, and it was close to Bone Fortress, allowing him to keep an eye on any changes there at all times.

Grant Benson decided to climb the mountain and seek a master. He patted the dust off himself and started walking up the mountain, his heart full of irony: Just a moment ago, he was swaggering around on someone else's turf, feeling smug, and now he was about to become their disciple. Colin Foster, you old immortal, I even have to call you grandmaster now. In Grant Benson's heart, there was a tangled mix of numbness, bitterness, and sourness...

Chapter 003: The Strange Serpent Blood Pill