My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences



On the bed, a man and woman, both naked, looked at him with alarm in their eyes. One was his adored wife, his partner of twenty years, and the other was a close comrade, a brother-in-arms who he shared the trials of life and death with, even more than his actual kin.

"Big Brother! Wifey! What is happening here?" Song A'san's roar was akin to a raging lion's.

"A'san, let me explain..." His wife's face was a mask of panic.

Yin Rongen was equally dumbstruck. "Brother, I've wronged you! I was hit with an aphrodisiac during the battle with the Lin Gang," he stammered. "I wanted to reach our base to detoxify the poison, but it took effect midway..."

Yin Rongen's words were jumbled. He hadn't expected that the ruse that Song A'san, the unsuspecting fool, always fell for would fail today.

"Yin! Rong! En!" Song A'san's voice was edging towards hysteria. "Do you really expect me to believe that?" He was on the brink of detonation. "You dare to violate my wife..."

"Yin Rongen, what are you waiting for? Kill him quickly!" The alluring voice of his wife suddenly interrupted him.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it echoed like a thunderbolt in Song A'san's heart, leaving it devastated. His eyes trembled as he looked at his wife.

"Wifey, did you just... What did you just say?"

"Husband, if you truly love me, please die for me," his wife's eyes pleaded, using the most pitiful expression to utter the most heart-wrenching words.

Puff! 

A spurt of blood escaped Song A'san's mouth. "Why... What did I do wrong? Why are you with him?" he croaked, his voice growing hoarse from the agony. However, an explosive killing intent suddenly surged beside him. 

Whoosh! 

A gust of wind whistled through the room, its terrifying power shattering several porcelain pieces scattered about. Yin Rongen, his powerful physique radiating menace, descended upon Song A'san.

Taken by surprise... or rather, wholly unprepared, Song A'san didn't stand a chance.

Bang! 

Yin Rongen's fist punched through the abdomen of the mighty fifth-level bone pattern realm expert, causing fresh blood to gush uncontrollably.

Thud! 

Song A'san collapsed onto the floor. His hands weren't clutching his pierced abdomen, but his heart. The heartache he felt was so intense that it dwarfed the physical pain in his gut. 

With wavering strength, he lifted his head to look at the woman on the bed. "When... When did you two start?" he managed to ask.

"About ten years ago," she replied, without a shred of remorse.

Yin Rongen, standing off to the side, looked at the grievously wounded Song A'san and breathed a sigh of relief. This simpleton was probably going to die. A fitting end for one who asked for it.

She sneered, "From the day we got married, I was captivated by him at first sight. It was probably the day after our wedding night... I'd told you to go to the city outskirts and raid the pier guarded by the Thunderbolt Gang. The very next day..." 

At her revelation, Song A'san's body began to convulse uncontrollably. The day after their wedding. A full decade of betrayal.

"I... I'm going to kill you!" A terrifying aura erupted from Song A'san's wounded body. 

Despite the gaping hole in his abdomen and the severity of his injuries, Song A'san unleashed his rage. Poisonous fog coalesced into a sharp spike in his palm, its icy glint harboring a potent venom.

Yin Rongen's pupils shrunk. The speed of the attack was incredibly swift, faster than his reflexes could comprehend. He could only instinctively dodge, heaving his large frame to the side.

Splat! 

Blood sprayed all over as the sharp, venomous spike impaled Yin Rongen's shoulder. The violent toxin quickly invaded the wound, spreading its corrosion to the other parts of his body.

Fear filled Yin Rongen's eyes as he recoiled, crashing into a wall to create some distance between him and Song A'san. He grabbed his pierced shoulder with one hand, his fingers digging into the flesh. Then, with a violent tug...

Hiss... 

A chunk of flesh, tainted with black and rotting poison, was ripped off and discarded by Yin Rongen.

His 'good brother' had mastered three potent poisons. Even a formidable expert like him couldn't withstand such venom for an extended period. His combat effectiveness would undoubtedly decline drastically over time.

Over the past twenty years, this 'good brother,' armed with these three poisons, had helped him eliminate countless foes. The most effective way to deal with him, now that he couldn't fathom his brother's actions, was to remove the poisoned flesh from his body.

However, Yin Rongen hadn't expected... that even in this state, Song A'san could burst forth with such speed.

"Hey..." Yin Rongen's expression was ruthless. "This strike is my way of repaying you for the brotherhood I've shown over so many years."

"F*ck you and your damn brotherhood!" Song A'san was further enraged by Yin Rongen's words. Blood spurted from his abdomen, but he paid it no mind as he lunged at Yin Rongen. 

Boom! 

The sky was blanketed with poisonous fog, exploding in all directions with the impact of their fists.

Song A'san fought recklessly, without a care for his life. He managed to gain the upper hand over Yin Rongen, a man with three full marks. However, his infamous three poison techniques couldn't breach Yin Rongen's powerful defense.

"Ah!" 

Song A'san's eyes were about to pop out with desperation. However, he was helpless as his attacks grew increasingly feeble. 

"I cannot accept this! I hate it so much!"