The medicinal cuisine hall stood on the eastern side of the purple forest. It was quite spacious, with more than a dozen sets of stone tables and chairs arranged neatly inside.
Medicinal cuisine!
It was brewed from the blood of exotic beasts and dozens of precious medicinal ingredients. Naturally, no one could expect it to taste good; it could only be said to be swallowable.
Yet after only a month of eating it, everyone's physical strength and toughness had improved noticeably. Their energy was abundant, and the power within their bodies seemed inexhaustible.
Over the past month, Yao Yin had remained in her cave dwelling every day, cultivating the King of Medicine Fundamental Martial Art she had chosen, the "Heavenly Wind Palm Technique." She slept no more than two hours a day.
The force of her palm strikes made the cliff walls thunder, leaving Li Weiyi utterly unable to sleep. He could only be dragged along and forced to grind just as hard.
The process of practicing martial techniques and circulating the Breathing Technique likewise tempered the Trace Meridians within the body.
It was precisely with the support of medicinal cuisine that Yao Yin could push her body to such extremes, drawing out its potential without fearing that it would collapse.
As long as one person fought desperately onward, everyone else's rhythm would be swept along with them.
Li Qing and the four Eight Spring martial cultivators were likewise training desperately in the Silver Beach River Valley, cultivating the Nine Kings Fundamental Martial Arts they had selected. Across the river valley, the younger low-realm martial cultivators did the same.
Hard work was merely the most insignificant basic condition for success.
Everyone was fighting desperately, but more than that, they were contesting for life.
Today's medicinal cuisine was rather special.