Just as expected.
The slight furrow between Chu Zheng's brows gradually eased. He had noticed something off about Fu Quanliang's breathing rhythm—a dull murmur mingled with his heartbeat. Clearly, something was wrong with his body.
Cultivating with pills was certainly a shortcut, but every shortcut came at a price.
Chu Zheng himself had taken quite a few pills, yet the Panel had never given him any prompt.
He knew full well why. Whenever he circulated the heavenly cycle while cultivating the Qi Cultivation Method, his fleshly body underwent a cleansing, expelling a great deal of impurities.
For him now, the Pill Toxin of unranked pills had little effect and simply could not remain in his body.
Fu Quanliang's aptitude, however, was truly poor to an excessive degree. After taking so many pills, even someone with a Low-grade Immortal Bone should have been pushed into the Spiritual Spring Realm.
Yet he had only entered the Ninth Level of Qi Cultivation Realm, and the medicinal potency of those pills had even damaged his meridians.
"What is it?"
As Fu Quanliang was still wondering, a current of heat flowed from Chu Zheng's palm and entered his body.
In an instant, his tendons and bones seemed to shed several pounds of weight. Every breath became indescribably smooth, and the faint pains originating from some unknown place within his body vanished without a trace.
"When taking pills, mind the proper measure. If you feel unwell, come find me at any time."
Chu Zheng withdrew his hand. Fortunately, as long as there was a chance to make up for it, it did not count as troublesome.
"Thank you."
Fu Quanliang's gaze was somewhat complicated. The secrets surrounding Chu Zheng seemed to have no end in sight.
Just as he had never been able to understand Chu