Sorrow of Jade

Feng Jun blinked and asked in confusion, "Didn't you say ordinary people would be fine after taking it?"

"When I said fine, I meant there wouldn't be any serious consequences," Lang Zhen said, sucking his teeth in frustration. "But... it hurts. How could a Body-Tempering Pill not hurt? Especially when you haven't even found your sense of qi."

Feng Jun was stunned for quite a while before asking uncertainly, "How long... how long does this pill take to work?"

Old Lang was immediately dumbfounded. After pausing, he asked, "You... don't feel any pain?"

Feng Jun had taken the Body-Tempering Pill a full half hour ago and had not felt anything unusual.

Lang Zhen's expression grew as strange as could be. "That shouldn't be possible. A Body-Tempering Pill takes effect within five breaths after entering the stomach."

Then he stared at Feng Jun and waited for nearly another half hour before actually reaching out to feel his forehead.

After feeling his forehead, Lang Zhen became even more baffled. "Why isn't any grime seeping out?"

Only then did Feng Jun suddenly understand. Secreting impurities? I'd already done that God knew how many times.

After observing him for a while longer, Lang Zhen finally sighed with deep feeling. "A cultivator truly is a cultivator."

Although Feng Jun had not cultivated before, perhaps... he had long since attained an immaculate body.

Seeing how shocked he was, Feng Jun naturally felt quite smug. But after this incident, his attitude toward cultivation became much more cautious.

He did not know whether he was completely immune to Body-Tempering Pills, but he knew very clearly that before reaching the Martial Master realm, he could take at most eight more Body-Tempering Pills.

Since that was the case, he naturally had to use them sparingly. "Old Lang... can I practice