Who knew how much time had passed.
The instant Feng Xiu's complexion visibly flushed with color, two overlapping tremors rang out like the muffled beating of drums.
A massive ripple surged through the liquid in the medicinal tub, flinging countless herbs into the air.
Feng Xiu opened his eyes, a trace of delight gradually surfacing in them as he reached up to touch his chest.
Two utterly distinct heartbeats pulsed beneath his palm.
The agonizing pain of his flesh being torn apart by the Five Elements instantly lessened by more than half.
Feng Xiu lowered his hand without lingering over the sensation.
The most difficult Heart Lock had already been completed. Next came his idea based on the Tyrant Fist Blood Gate: using the Heart Lock as the core to link the five Qi Locks throughout his body.
After taking a brief rest, Feng Xiu looked toward the pile of qi-blood divine pills on the table.
There were five Blood Returning Pills. Three had been Feng Ao's treasured stash, while the other two had been sent by Lin Che.
By now, the Lin Family and the Feng Clan had long been deeply bound together. With Feng Xiu plotting behind the scenes as well, the Lin Family naturally had to return the peach for the plum.
Casting aside his thoughts, Feng Xiu continued swallowing the pills.
Even with the experience of forming the central Heart Lock, this step still took Feng Xiu half a day.
Though there had been twists and turns along the way, the nourishment of the medicinal bath and the aid of miraculous pills had allowed him to barely complete his envisioned martial path.
"One Heart Lock, eight branch locks, five auxiliary locks..."
The coals beneath the iron tub had cooled, and the medicinal liquid had lost its