Two days later.
"Boss, that Miss Meng has disappeared. The clinic hasn't opened for several days," Li Gou'er reported when he returned.
Zhao An couldn't help frowning when he heard this. He had wanted Li Gou'er to buy some more Spirit Clearing Pills.
The pills from Meng Wanyi were not only excellent quality; she was also willing to give Zhao An a discount, selling them below market price.
Since he ate pills like candy every day, naturally his first choice was to work with Meng Wanyi and buy the pills he needed from her.
"Forget it. Go check the other pill shops and buy some mid-grade Spirit Clearing Pills," Zhao An said, settling for the next best thing.
"Sure thing." Li Gou'er agreed.
"Boss, I've prepared your medicinal bath," Zhao Chunzi said.
"Mm." Zhao An returned to the inner room and had Zhao Chunzi guard the courtyard.
He stripped off his clothes and sat cross-legged in the tub.
He circulated his internal cultivation, and soon, wisps of Internal Breath surfaced from every corner of his body, coursing through his meridians in a cyclical flow.
If he counted them, he had nearly a thousand wisps of Internal Breath!
The Life-Breathing Realm for martial artists had three stages.
Dispersed Breath, Robust Breath, and Strong Breath.
Dispersed Breath was also called False Breath. It was the initial stage of cultivating Internal Breath.
At this stage, Internal Breath existed as wisps, scattered and unconsolidated, refined but impure.
When not in use, it was dispersed throughout the body. Only when needed could it gather into hundreds or thousands of needles. It seemed abundant, yet its power was limited.
Thus, martial artists had to condense their Internal Breath. A thousand wisps were no match for a single stream!
Only when Internal Breath was condensed into a