That day, Song Qingming had been driven back by the woman surnamed Yun with a single sword strike. Though his injuries were not life-threatening, they were still quite severe.
Under normal circumstances, even with ordinary Healing Pills to treat his wounds, Song Qingming would have needed at least two or three years to slowly recover.
Yet now, barely over a month had passed, and Song Qingming felt that seventy or eighty percent of his injuries had already healed. He truly could not understand what had happened.
Seeing the confusion in Song Qingming's heart, Liu Yang, who had come to his side, hurriedly explained, "I knew you wouldn't understand. Junior Brother, you recovered so quickly because you were given a Yang Returning Pill refined by Master himself.
"This is a rare fourth-grade spirit pill. Not only can it rapidly heal injuries, but it can also strengthen a cultivator's physical constitution.
"Master only refined a few of them. They are precious beyond measure. Forget us—even Senior Sister Li has never been awarded one!
"Only because Junior Brother rendered great merit to the sect this time could you enjoy one. As for us, we probably won't have such good fortune in this lifetime."
Hearing Liu Yang's explanation, Song Qingming could indeed sense that, aside from his injuries largely recovering, there was something subtly different about his body. He promptly smiled and shook his head. "I don't like hearing that, Senior Brother!
"You know I'm not someone who likes to steal the limelight. If I had a choice, I'd rather give this opportunity to you than receive such a great favor."
"Don't say that. I don't have your cultivation or divine abilities, junior brother. If I had truly encountered that demonic fiend, I'm afraid I couldn't have become a hero. I'd have already changed