The Strongest Prodigy Doctor

So, what it means is that as long as I go through the rolling pain twice more, my own mark on the Mystical Sword will be successfully removed.

Ye Tianfan used his Divine Sense to perceive these two marks and suddenly felt a reluctance to continue erasing them, but he couldn't avoid it, so he bitterly had to use his Divine Sense once again to forcefully wear down the mark.

The result was, of course, that Ye Tianfan was once more rolling in pain on the ground, crying out in agony.

The pain in the soul comes quickly and leaves quickly. After Ye Tianfan cried out in pain a few times, he no longer felt any discomfort. After all, this was not truly causing harm to his soul; it's just that the mark was connected to the soul, and wearing it down was like erasing a part of the soul. But since it had already been expelled from the body and was outside of it, it only hurt for a moment.

Yet, even this brief moment made Ye Tianfan feel as if his whole body was going to explode, but not in the sense of a physical explosion.

Ye Tianfan sat up from the ground and once again looked at the Mystical Sword resting on his knees. He felt stifled, torn over why he had placed two marks back then; wouldn't one mark suffice? Why did he rush to place a second, only to have it removed today after just putting it there?

This is just self-inflicted punishment, though Ye Tianfan couldn't be blamed, because he didn't know at the time that once he set the mark, he'd have to remove it today. If he knew, he definitely wouldn't have set the second mark.

But there was no choice as he had already placed his second mark, and if he could erase one of the marks, he could completely remove it! And he, himself, would only need to endure this pain four more times to cancel both marks.

At that moment, Ye Tianfan suddenly thought of how painful it would be if Tian Chu Zhenren had to remove a mark. He felt some sympathy for Tian Chu Zhenren, since Ye Tianfan could sense the soul's pain cannot be alleviated. Perhaps Tian Chu Zhenren had some way to ease the pain, but no matter how much it decreases, it's still there and not lessened much; Ye Tianfan didn't believe Tian Chu Zhenren had a solution for the soul's issues.

However, Ye Tianfan thought, what if Tian Chu Zhenren really had a way? There's no way to know.

Thinking about this made Ye Tianfan more frustrated, wondering why he didn't have such a method, having to endure this hardship. If he knew how to relieve the pain, he wouldn't be suffering like this now.

Nonetheless, Ye Tianfan guessed that Tian Chu Zhenren probably didn't have such a method. If there was a method, his master Tian Chu Zhenren would surely have told him. Otherwise, would his master just watch him suffer?

Actually, Tian Chu Zhenren didn't tell Ye Tianfan because he didn't know Ye Tianfan would directly cut the mark. Generally, others would wear down the mark slowly; no one ever forcibly tears it off. Ye Tianfan wanted to forcibly remove it from the Mystical Sword, which is why Tian Chu Zhenren didn't inform him.

This resulted in the current awkward situation.

Ye Tianfan took a deep breath and stopped thinking about it. He gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and once again used his Divine Sense to forcibly pull down the remaining mark, and Ye Tianfan rolled cataclysmically on the ground, his face flushed with grimace.

He rolled and convulsed, even contemplating death. This feeling was definitely not ordinary.

During this pain, Ye Tianfan thought about death, then another issue: if soul pain could be used as torture, it would likely extract any wanted information from anyone during interrogation.

At this moment, Ye Tianfan thought that if someone asked him a question, and if he could stop the pain by answering, he would articulate anything without hesitation.

Soul pain comes fast and leaves fast; after rolling around a few times, Ye Tianfan felt no more pain and sat up again.

Ye Tianfan used his Divine Sense to survey and found one remaining mark.

After realizing one mark was left, Ye Tianfan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that if he could endure this pain three more times, he'd be completely liberated.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, so he wouldn't delay any longer and directly erase the mark.

Ye Tianfan looked at the Mystical Sword, took a deep breath, and bit his teeth as he sent his Divine Sense inside, locating the mark.

Ye Tianfan wrapped the mark with his Divine Sense and fiercely pulled it outward.

Then, Ye Tianfan habitually rolled on the ground a few times, still wailing, feeling like his mind was about to explode.

It's not just Ye Tianfan who felt his mind was about to explode; every part of his body felt like it would burst, though he knew it was just an illusion as his soul was in pain.

If fainting could relieve this pain, Ye Tianfan would have done it without hesitation, but this kind of pain wasn't physical, so even if he fainted, he'd still experience it because it's his body that would faint, not his soul.

In less than two minutes, Ye Tianfan felt refreshed and no pain in his whole body.

Ye Tianfan sighed, silently stood up, and patted the dirt off his body. Then, he sat cross-legged again and picked up the Mystical Sword that had fallen due to his rolling, placing it back on his lap.

Looking at the Mystical Sword, Ye Tianfan swallowed fearfully, having genuinely been frightened by the Mystical Sword, or more accurately, the Divine Sense marks within the sword. That kind of pain is unimaginable for most people.

Just like people said in previous lives, childbirth pain is level ten, and a mosquito bite is level one, Ye Tianfan felt his soul's pain was at least level one hundred.

Because Ye Tianfan could screen out physical pain, or rather prevent his soul from feeling the body's pain; so Ye Tianfan could easily manage physical pain, but there was no way for soul pain.