Treating the Illness with the Right Medicine—Chu Mu was already unwilling to speculate any further.
At this moment, he felt neither delight nor longing, but only a deep sense of powerlessness.
He had spent nearly every day and night reading and practicing martial arts, yet his progress had been negligible.
With no other choice, he had sought another path, studying medical books and painstakingly learning medicine, all to provide a little assistance to his Qi-Blood cultivation, whose progress had been so slight.
His relentless efforts, day and night, and everything he had learned so far seemed unlikely to have much effect.
He might not even see any results for a long time to come.
Yet at present, judging solely from his body's instinctive reaction, even if he worked hard for several years, he feared he still could not compare with this single stalk of Qing Ning Ginseng!
This feeling was even more overwhelming than the shock brought by the Blood-Colored Pill he had seen not long ago.
After all, the old man from Qili Village was clearly no ordinary person, while the White-Robed Man from the Nanshan Li Family was likewise an existence beyond his reach.
But now, this was within arm's reach. He had touched it with his own hands, and it even fell within the realm of the medicine he had been studying so painstakingly.
Old Li shot Chu Mu a glance, then looked at the Qing Ning Ginseng in his hand and said meaningfully:
"This medicine is precious."
"But knowing its properties and understanding how to use it better is even more precious."
"Cultivation is, at its core, a process of taking External Force into oneself. External Force is important, but knowing how to incorporate it into oneself more effectively is even more important."
"Mu... understands."
Chu