Homecoming

Feng Xiu grinned and laughed heartily.

He could not endure it any longer. Unable to hold back, he launched into a fantastically bold idea born from a flash of inspiration.

His entire body trembled with excitement.

Without the slightest hesitation, he curved his fingers like blades and drove his sharp nails into the palm-sized Primordial Magnet Stone on the table.

He cut it into fingertip-sized fragments, then held them in both hands, pressed his palms together, and ground them hard.

At once, the Primordial Magnet Stone turned into a heap of powder.

After pouring it into a teacup, he added cold water and stirred it with his index finger until it became a gray, viscous slurry.

Like pouring down jelly, he tipped it all into his mouth.

The rusty taste struck his taste buds. Suppressing his discomfort—

He scooped up the remaining sludge from the bottom of the cup with his fingers. Once he was done, he immediately sat cross-legged.

His stomach churned as though he had swallowed a ball of red-hot iron sand.

Feng Xiu gritted his teeth and endured it, frantically circulating the Primordial Magnetism Heart Method as he continuously digested the foreign substance in his stomach.

The progress of the Primordial Magnetism Art was far too slow. Feng Xiu could not wait even a moment longer.

As long as he could use the Primordial Magnetism Art to resolve the impurities in his own blood and qi, he could continue adjusting his martial arts framework afterward.

Consuming such a large amount of Primordial Magnet Stone brought waves upon waves of piercing mental pain in an instant.

Feng Xiu clenched his teeth tightly, and the power of his blood and qi surged forth, suppressing it at his dantian.

Though the strange circulation route of the Primordial Magnetism Heart Method