Miao Ping looked at Fang Mo, concern written across his face.
"Junior Brother Fang, you should take this medicine sparingly. All medicine carries some toxicity, and if you rely entirely on pills to improve, breaking through later will be difficult!"
Chi Jing hurriedly added, also concerned:
"Exactly! Junior Brother Fang, medicine is an outside aid. Your own cultivation is what matters!"
Fang Mo smiled.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Miao and Senior Sister Chi. I've already finished the medicine, but I'll be more careful from now on!"
Miao Ping looked disappointed at that. He had been hoping to get some medicine from Fang Mo, but it turned out he had already used it all.
"All right, everyone, go cultivate!"
Feng Qingyuan sent the others off.
Feng Qingyuan believed him. He had broken through to the late stage of Dark Strength after taking the pills Pharmacist Xie had given him, and he knew just how powerful they were. Even now, he was still absorbing their medicinal strength.
He patted Fang Mo on the shoulder.
"Don't worry. As long as you don't take too much, you'll be fine!"
"Thank you, Senior Brother!"
Fang Mo nodded his thanks. Feng Qingyuan was a good senior brother: easygoing and considerate toward the junior disciples.
Fang Mo also found a quiet place to practice.
He had revised his daily routine. Spending the entire day making medicine, like he had before, wasn't a good idea.
He practiced in the morning, then went to the pharmacy to make medicine after lunch.
He could prepare the herbs he needed, mix and grind them, and extract their essence, then leave them ready for his next brewing session.
After spending two hours in the greenhouse, he returned to practicing in the afternoon.
At night, once everyone else had left, he practiced with