"What is this..." Qin Jue's pupils contracted.
"This is eighty-year Stone Bell Milk."
Yao Shourén stroked his beard and smiled, his tone fairly proud. "This is a treasure my Yao family has kept for many years. It isn't exceptionally precious, but it's impossible to find on the market. Its medicinal effects are potent. For a Hundred Refinements Realm martial artist, it's a rare treasure for tempering the bones."
Eighty-year Stone Bell Milk.
Qin Jue's eyes lit up.
He had previously taken three portions of fifty-year Stone Bell Milk, so he knew its effects well. The fifty-year variety had already benefited him immensely. The eighty-year variety was at least twice as potent.
"Good stuff."
Qin Jue closed the lid, making no effort to hide his satisfaction. His body was like a bottomless pit; ordinary cultivation resources couldn't fill it. This had come at just the right time.
Still, he was quietly calculating in his mind.
I've already taken three portions of fifty-year Stone Bell Milk, so my body must have developed some resistance. This eighty-year variety is precious, but it's hard to say whether it can help me break through to the Hundred Refinements Sixth Layer in one go. After all, the further I cultivate the Nine Revolutions Viscera Refining Secret Record, the more terrifying the resources it demands.
At that thought, the delight on Qin Jue's face faded a little, and he fell into thought.
Yao Shourén had a keen eye and noticed the subtle change in his expression.
The old man's heart stirred.
The youth had seen such a treasure and been delighted only briefly before regaining his composure. He even seemed to be thinking about something. That kind of self-control was simply frightening.
An ordinary martial artist would have been overjoyed to receive such a treasure.
*It seems