Dong Xiaoyu

The medicinal pill entered his stomach, and a warm current surged.

Lin Yan followed Uncle Jiu's instructions, sitting with five hearts facing heaven, his intent guarding his dantian.

That vast yet gentle medicinal force needed no deliberate guidance; like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, it flowed of its own accord through his entire body.

It nourished his meridians, tempered his qi and blood, and finally returned to the qi sea in his dantian, three inches below his lower abdomen.

The process was unexpectedly smooth, even carrying an indescribable sense of familiarity.

It was as if there had always been a path within his body, and this medicinal power merely brushed the dust piled upon it, lighting the lamps anew.

He did not know how long had passed. It seemed like only an instant, yet also like an endless stretch of time.

Lin Yan only felt a faint warmth in his dantian, and a weak yet unmistakably real warm current quietly came into being, slowly circling within his qi sea like a swimming fish.

He opened his eyes. A clear light seemed to flash through his pupils and vanish, and his entire essence, qi, and spirit lifted with it.

His ears were sharp and his eyes clear; he could even see the path of the candle flame swaying inside the room with perfect clarity.

Uncle Jiu, who had been anxiously guarding him the whole time, finally let out a long breath, unable to hide the astonishment and relief in his eyes.

He carefully examined the state inside Lin Yan's body. Although that newly born thread of true qi was weak, it was pure and condensed, and its foundation was unbelievably stable, without the slightest hollowness commonly seen in those who had just entered this realm.

"Good, good, good!"

Uncle