Medicinal Bath Metamorphosis

A long while later.

Liang Qisheng exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

He stood there for a long time, as if still savoring that peculiar lingering sensation.

After a moment, his entire person finally recovered completely.

Black Tiger Rushes the River!

Liang Qisheng flipped over and rose, his feet grinding into the ground.

His body turned left, left bow stance transforming into a fist, left palm striking out, right fist bending at the elbow, eyes fixed forward.

Black Tiger Climbs the Cliff!

Right leg stepped out, left leg lifted with knee raised, right fist swept out, blocking upward.

Palm center facing forward, left arm flicked the wrist, fist pointing downward, like twin dragons emerging from the sea.

Accompanying Liang Qisheng's movements, the deduced Black Tiger Fist Technique erupted with considerable power in his hands.

Between each fist and palm, the might of a tiger roared.

Every punch, every palm carried a loud crack through the air.

His form swam like a fierce tiger climbing mountains and crossing waters, leaping through the forest.

Each movement matched the tiger's shape, imbued with a certain special rhythm.

Only after fully demonstrating the entire Black Tiger Fist Technique did he stop his movements.

For a moment, his aura vibrated.

An invisible force traveled up from his legs through his entire body, like a tiger shaking its hide.

"Next up is the body-conditioning medicinal bath."

Once his entire aura had settled, Liang Qisheng withdrew his fists and stood upright, knowing it was time to prepare the next step.

The Black Tiger Fist Technique had already transformed to 75%, driving a violent change in his flesh, blood, skin, and membranes.

At this moment, continuing to add points had already reached his bottleneck.

To advance further, he had to squeeze out the subsequent potential.

So he took out the remaining half of the Body Nourishing Pill he had used earlier, ground it into powder, and combined it with the old mountain herbs he had prepared before.

Liang Qisheng prepared to bathe his body through a medicinal bath, accelerating the transformation of his flesh, blood, and sinews.

His familiarity with the Hundred Herb Scripture made him very clear on the pharmacology of various herbs.

Thus, on this basis, combined with the properties of the Body Nourishing Pill, he prepared this pool of body-strengthening medicinal bath for himself.

Liang Qisheng placed the herbs he had already gathered into a pot and boiled them over high heat.

They had already been decocted for a long time; this was the third extraction and pressing.

He poured the thick, black medicinal liquid into the bath barrel he had prepared earlier.

The originally clear bath water instantly became turbid, even turning black and churning, like sediment at the bottom of a pond.

He was not anxious, but waited until the liquid in the barrel became clear again before adding the half Body Nourishing Pill that had been ground into powder.

"Sizzle sizzle!"

Instantly, the liquid in the medicinal barrel began to churn.

The original black color rapidly receded, bubbling and gurgling, as a blood-red hue spread out.

"What a potent medicinal property!"

Liang Qisheng was proficient in a hundred herbs; the method of pouring wisdom into his mind gave him an experience with pharmacology and medicinal properties no less than that of an old herbalist who had gathered herbs for a lifetime.

As for the internal changes happening in this pool of medicinal soup, others might not know, but he himself was perfectly clear.

Although this was only his first experiment, looking at the bright red color in the barrel, like fresh blood, he knew the medicinal potency was already sufficient.

"It won't go wrong. Forget it, I'll go in and try first."

Looking at the blood-red liquid still boiling in the medicinal barrel, Liang Qisheng took a deep breath, quickly stripped off his clothes, and jumped straight in, stark naked.

In an instant, he felt a scorching heat continuously burning his body.

His sturdy upper body nearly shot straight out of the barrel, but he gritted his teeth and forcibly endured it, as waves of powerful medicinal energy entered his body.

Like a torrent, the blood energy that had calmed down instantly exploded, and streams of thick blood flowed rapidly.

Those circulating blood energies continuously spread to every part of his body, merging into his flesh and blood, seeping into his skin, membranes, and bones.

Even, Liang Qisheng felt them directly entering his cells.

A vast amount of blood energy still boiled and burned, his entire person as if thrown into a furnace.

The hair on top of his head was completely soaked with sweat, steam rising from it in white wisps, as if he had been stuffed into a steamer basket.

Liang Qisheng felt as though steel needles were piercing every inch of his body, every pore aching without exception—the searing pain made him barely able to hold on.

"Damn it! Damn it! This hurts too much."

Liang Qisheng clenched his teeth, his face twitching.

It was an uncontrollable bodily reflex, his expression pale.

But he knew full well that this moment of body tempering had reached a critical juncture.

If he couldn't hold out, all the medicinal bath ingredients he had carefully measured would be wasted—that would be the greatest loss.

So even if he had to grit his teeth and tough it out, he would push through. Liang Qisheng had no intention of letting dozens of silver taels go down the drain for nothing.

After all, aside from that half a Body Nourishing Pill, he had used up several of the aged medicinal herbs he had hoarded for years.

Time seemed to stretch, and he had no idea how long passed.

When the stabbing pain gradually subsided, he clearly felt strands of black impurities flowing out from his skin, mixing into the bathwater.

The blood-red liquid was absorbed into his body, while the impurities originally lodged in his skin followed the same channels out through his pores and into the tub.

A full hour later, when Liang Qisheng leaped out of the bath, he was startled to find that the medicinal liquid had turned pitch-black, emitting a faint, indescribable stench.

"I never imagined there would be so many impurities inside me. Truly filthy."

"But then again, people eat grains and all sorts of foods—this mortal body accumulates too many toxins. Without knowing how to regulate it, purging it all won't happen in a day or two..."

For Liang Qisheng, the medicinal bath served to promote physical growth while expelling impurities.

And the Body Nourishing Pill had accelerated this tempering process.

From the looks of it, the bath's effects were quite good.

Of course, this was only the first bath. Many more sessions would be needed, step by step, to fully cleanse the impurities from his body.

This would allow his body to shed its old shell and transform, pairing with the advancement of Black Tiger Fist for the next round of metamorphosis.

As the saying goes, true accumulation leads to explosive release—this was exactly that.

"These medicinal baths can't be too frequent. While they expel impurities, they also drain some blood and vital energy. Overdoing it will harm the body and hurt subsequent tempering."

"Once every three days is the best frequency."

Going too far is as bad as falling short. Liang Qisheng, well-versed in medicinal properties and principles, naturally understood this.

After testing the effects of his own bath this time, he could determine a roughly suitable interval.

This frequency was the proper pace and spacing for his normal body tempering.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

During this time, Liang Qisheng had undergone eight medicinal bath tempering sessions.

The later baths were no longer as thick and foul-smelling as the first. Though impurities still appeared, the water gradually became clearer.

From the murky, sewage-like color of the first bath to the eighth, where the water barely changed color—just a faint layer of red.

After eight rounds of tempering, most of the impurities in his body had been expelled.

This meant his body had been purified to a certain degree. He felt light and relaxed all over, as nimble as a swallow, as if a gust of wind could lift him off his feet.