Bab 1817: Ginseng Fruit

A huge pot was propped up in the hall. The firewood below burned fiercely as the oil in the pot bubbled.

Zhou Wen, Li Xuan, and Zhang Chunqiu stood in front of the oil pot as Xia Liuchuan clicked his tongue from the frying.

Xia Liuchuan was surrounded by mystic light as he struggled with the hot oil. His head was covered in sweat as he wore a constipated expression.

After being fried for half an hour, Xia Liuchuan came out of the pot.

Zhang Chunqiu was also thrown into the oil pot by a mysterious force. Purple light rose from his body as he sat cross-legged in the oil pot, easily enduring the punishment of being fried.

When it was Li Xuan's turn, he took the oil pot as a bathtub.

Li Xuan had suffered all sorts of torture in the past; this whipping and frying were nothing to him.

When it was Zhou Wen's turn, he wasn't thrown into the pot and was given a free pass.