Yan Chihuo said, "Brother Yi, endure it and don't let any cracks show. Though I wounded him, it was truly by luck, and I've suffered no small expenditure myself. His injuries aren't serious. If he left behind some means of surveillance and discovers that you no longer have the strength to fight, I'm afraid we'll both die here."
Yi Fan's heart tightened. He took out a jade bottle, and the moment he pulled out its stopper, Yan Chihuo caught a whiff of something fishy and foul. Yi Fan poured out a blood-red pill, and the stench grew even stronger, enough to make one retch.
Yi Fan looked at the pill, a trace of reluctance appearing on his face, yet he swallowed it without hesitation. Moments later, his complexion returned to normal, and the aura around him became even stronger than it had been before the battle. Yan Chihuo knew that this pill must be one that stimulated potential, with enormous future repercussions. Such spirit pills had always been exceedingly rare in the cultivation world, especially those usable by Spirit Cultivation Stage Cultivators.
Yi Fan said, "This Boundless Pill can keep my spiritual power full for seven days. There will be no problem at all if I have to fight."
Yan Chihuo said in surprise, "Someone actually refined Boundless Pills." This Boundless Pill was, in truth, a supreme evil medicine. It required the blood essence and souls of forty-nine virgin boys and girls born in yin years, yin months, and yin days to be successfully refined. When a Spirit Cultivation Stage cultivator took this pill, no matter how severe their injuries, they would recover at once, without any apparent aftereffects.
But for the person who refined the pill, it was greatly inauspicious. Though no consequences could be seen, it was said