At the time, when Qin Fengming heard Ouyang Chen say that activating the greatest power of the Golden Marrow Fluid required a cultivator to practice a body-refining secret art, he had been in too much of a hurry to ask exactly what stage that secret art had to reach before it could be considered successfully cultivated.
A cultivator could use the Golden Marrow Fluid only once in their entire life. If he failed to use it at the optimal moment, Qin Fengming would surely regret it too late.
Holding the jade bottle of Golden Marrow Fluid, Qin Fengming's thoughts raced. He pondered for a full quarter of an hour before slowly putting the jade bottle back into his robes. After careful consideration and weighing the pros and cons, he ultimately decided to search for relevant records in the future. It would not be too late to use this precious spirit liquid after he had fully clarified its purpose.
Although Qin Fengming had meditated for three months, cultivators naturally had their own unique means of keeping track of time.
By his reckoning, more than two months remained before the trade fair in Green Snake Valley officially began. There was ample time, but it was absolutely too late for Qin Fengming to practice another secret art now.
He released his spirit beasts and spirit insects one by one, feeding each of them some of the liquid from the little gourd. Qin Fengming then sat cross-legged on the ground once more. After a brief moment of thought, he flicked his hand, and a jade slip appeared in it.
His divine sense entered the jade slip in his hand, and Qin Fengming did not move for a long while.
As time slowly passed, a pensive look appeared on Qin Fengming's calm face. At times,