Xu Zhiming and Tong Meng'er walked through the dense forest.
With Bai Xuan serving as transportation, Xu Zhiming had more time to refine Spiritual Medicine.
Over the past half month, his vitality had improved greatly.
His Vitality Quality, however, had begun improving more slowly.
Xu Zhiming also knew that the further Vitality Quality progressed, the harder it became to improve.
He opened his status panel.
Vitality: 9345.89 (7.5) Mental Power: 1653.23
His improvement had been extremely fast.
Naturally, Tong Meng'er deserved part of the credit.
Tong Meng'er had refined and purified much of the Spiritual Medicine below B-class into pure medicinal liquid for Xu Zhiming to consume.
This greatly increased the speed at which Xu Zhiming refined it.
For the first time, Xu Zhiming understood just how blissful it was to have an alchemist around.
He had originally thought Bai Xuan did not have a shred of backbone.
Now, though, he felt a little sympathy for him.
The Evil-Eyed White Tiger clan did not know how to refine pills. When they obtained Spiritual Medicine, they could only chew it up.
Thus, aside from a coat of fur, Bai Xuan did not have a single stalk of Spiritual Medicine on him.
Every piece of Spiritual Medicine they encountered went straight into his belly.
As the two people and one tiger traveled onward, for some reason, the chances of finding Spiritual Medicine had dropped considerably these past few days.
Even some C-class Spirit Medicine had already been collected by others.
"Damn it, who the hell stole my Spiritual Medicine?! What kind of person is this? They didn't even leave me a single stalk!"
"I haven't even gotten any S-grade Spiritual Medicine, and they're already robbing me!"
"Damn, we need to join forces and catch whoever it is!"
"We'll join forces