No matter how precious something was, it only truly became yours once you used it, and the sooner you used it, the better.
Leave it in your pocket, and if you died, you would only be sewing someone else's wedding robes.
Chen Lin understood this well.
If he had found a suitable opportunity during the journey, he would have refined the Marrow-Cleansing Pill long ago.
He held the pill in his hand, examined it, then opened his mouth and swallowed it.
The pill melted as soon as it entered his mouth, then flowed down into his stomach.
A warm current spread from his stomach throughout his limbs and bones, pleasantly soothing.
The Marrow-Cleansing Pill was a nourishing pill, so refining it took a very long time. Chen Lin was in no hurry. While refining it, he took out a spell to study.
As time passed, black grime began seeping from Chen Lin's body, giving off a pungent, foul stench.
He had already prepared for this.
It was best not to use mana during the refining process, which meant he could not cast the Cleansing Spell. That was why he had booked the most expensive luxury room, which came with three bathing tubs, their water still warm.
He slowly rose, stripped off his clothes, and climbed into one of the tubs.
The grime on his body gradually dissolved into the water, though the smell diminished considerably.
Once the water became far too black, he moved to the second tub.
The sky gradually darkened. Only after the water in all three tubs had turned black and foul-smelling did Chen Lin stand up.
The Marrow-Cleansing Pill's medicinal effects had finally been fully absorbed.
He cast several Cleansing Spells on himself, revealing delicate, snowy-white skin, as tender as a baby's, seemingly liable to break