Pain—excruciating pain, the kind that seemed to bore straight into his bones.
That was Xiao Yan's first impression when he jumped into the cauldron.
The medicinal liquid in this cauldron wasn't just infused with numerous medicinal ingredients and the blood essence of experimental subjects. Qi Fei had even added Zhu Kun's blood essence.
If refined into a pill, it would easily be enough to break through to the Eighth-Tier.
Even though Xiao Yan wasn't taking it directly but absorbing it through a medicinal bath, its effects were still astonishingly potent.
Xiao Yan was only a Dou Shi. Absorbing it was a little too much for him.
Xiao Yi Xian, who was watching from the side, couldn't help worrying.
Xiao Yan was a human-shaped treasure hunter, a walking medicinal ingredient sweeper. Where was she supposed to find a replacement if he was gone?
Well, that was all.
Qi Fei, who was tending the fire, wasn't worried at all.
Protagonists were like that. Trials and tribulations were merely embellishments along their path of cultivation, stepping-stones on the road to success.
This little difficulty wouldn't stump Old Xiao.
Xiao Yan was still able to circulate his Dou Technique through the pain, and he was absorbing the medicine faster and faster. It seemed that—
?
Faster and faster?
"Are you out of your mind? You trying to get yourself killed?"
Qi Fei hauled Xiao Yan out of the cauldron.
Did he think he could withstand that medicinal power? Why was he absorbing it so fast?
If he couldn't refine it quickly enough and the medicinal power built up in his body, it could disrupt his Dou Qi and blood circulation. That would be the least of his worries. If he really turned into fireworks, all they could do was wait for him to come