Xiao Wei Comes to Visit
"You've already taken a Marrow Cleansing Pill, haven't you? It must have done something."
Li Bai admitted that Xiao Wei had a point, but he had considered that as well.
A single Marrow Cleansing Pill couldn't turn Xiao Wei's body back into that of a five- or six-year-old, nor could it magically grant her sixty years' worth of power. But its effects were undeniable: her strength, stamina, and explosive power had all improved significantly.
In a sense, it was like making up for an innate deficiency through training. She hadn't been made perfect, but she'd made up for four or five tenths of what she'd lacked. After all, she was already past the ideal age. In her twenties, her physical condition was about to start declining, so she couldn't expect too much.
If she wanted to improve further, one Marrow Cleansing Pill simply wasn't enough.
Still, the fact that Li Bai had given her a Marrow Cleansing Pill was already an enormous favor. He couldn't expect Xiao Wei to treat those rare and priceless treasures of martial arts as everyday food.
Compared with Art Way pills, martial arts pills were even rarer and harder to come by.
Old Grandmaster He, the "Hundred Step Divine Fist," was an old hand. He'd recognized the Marrow Cleansing Pill's extraordinary qualities at a glance. To get as much out of it as possible, he'd put Heroine Xiao through her paces, making her train until she could barely go on whenever he had the chance.
The results of this two-pronged approach had been immediate. Xiao Wei, who had once barely managed to draw with her brother Xiao Jiangnan, could now beat him in all sorts of ways.
With the National Day holiday finally here, Xiao Wei had nearly trained herself