Xing Tian scratched his head awkwardly.
He'd been so focused on figuring out how to scheme against Lin Changqing that he'd forgotten: absorbing the medicinal effects also required the special secret art of the Wu clan.
This was bad. The medicine was so potent that even the Wu clan, whose bodies were famed as the strongest in the Primordial World and could battle all under heaven, could only absorb it by circulating their secret art to withstand its explosive effects.
Using the secret art, they strengthened some parts of their flesh while allowing others to weaken and split. By alternating between strengthening and splitting their flesh, they could repeatedly absorb the medicine and endure it.
For ordinary living beings, entering this potent medicine would be less like tempering their bodies and more like stepping into purgatory!
In an instant, their flesh would be vaporized and become part of the medicinal liquid.
Even with a powerful body, without the secret art to protect them, they'd have to endure it like someone trapped in magma. Their absorption would be slow, and they wouldn't last long.
This medicine had been prepared especially for the Wu clan.
"Lin Changqing! Brother Changqing!"
"Come up for a moment! Your big brother forgot to tell you something!"
Xing Tian called into the medicinal brew, but he couldn't go in after him.
Even he, a peak Great Witch whose strength was close to reaching the half-step Quasi-Sage realm, couldn't just act as he pleased. Any move he made could cause incalculable damage to the medicinal liquid.
So even after making such a huge mistake, all he could do was keep calling Lin Changqing's name, hoping Lin Changqing could hear him and come up.
But Lin Changqing was already focused on circulating the blood and flesh throughout his body