Feeling the cool mist from the waterfall, Meng Qingshan slowly rose to his feet and stretched his limbs. Then he leaped to the riverbank.
Beneath a tree, he took out a jar of Tiger Bone Qi Boosting Wine that he had carefully brewed seven days earlier. He lifted the wooden lid and tipped back a large gulp.
He had brewed the Tiger Bone Qi Boosting Wine himself, using the bones of fierce tigers hunted deep in the mountains.
He had also added several rare herbs and let them steep for days. Though its flavor and effects couldn't match the Tiger Bone Wine his Cousin brewed herself, it was still far better than the ordinary vintage served in the taverns in town.
The Tiger Bone Qi Boosting Wine was golden in color, with a rich herbal aroma. It had a slight sting going down, but quickly turned into a warm current within him, dispelling his fatigue and invigorating his spirits.
He had been training beneath the waterfall since yesterday, and now a full day had passed.
His body was quite tired, but after that gulp of Tiger Bone Qi Boosting Wine, most of his weariness vanished.
Meng Qingshan let out a long breath, feeling the muscles throughout his body relax.
In recent days, he had not only been cultivating his inner strength here but also thinking about his plans for the future.
It was now mid-July, Chongwu Year 3.
There were only about two years left until June of Chongwu Year 5, when Emperor Shengwu would die.
By then, the realm would descend into chaos. Local magnates would rise throughout the provinces and contend for supremacy.
The great sects and factions of the martial world—and even the various gangs—would be itching for action, unwilling to remain on the sidelines.
He had