Ye Qin sat cross-legged and swallowed the Dew-Falling Pill. Before long, he felt the enormous difference between taking a spirit pill and consuming Dew-Falling Grass.
When he consumed Dew-Falling Grass, it turned into a powerful current in his belly in an extremely short time, surging through his meridians like a rushing torrent and bringing a sharp pain. Taking Dew-Falling Grass every day was a torment, and he dared not take too much for fear of bursting his meridians.
But when he swallowed the Dew-Falling Pill, there was no such violent reaction. Instead, a warm, gentle feeling spread through his belly. The pill melted very slowly, flowing through his meridians like a trickling stream before finally disappearing into his Mud Pill.
The Dew-Falling Pill took a long time to melt and be absorbed; it needed half a day for its medicinal power to be fully absorbed. But its effects were gentle and sustained, and it did not severely impact his meridians.
After spending four or five whole shichen meditating, Ye Qin had finally absorbed and assimilated the entire pill. He let out a long breath and opened his eyes, holding back his joy and excitement.
The Dew-Falling Pill truly lived up to its reputation as a top-grade spirit pill for cultivating from the first to the third layer of the Qi Refining Stage. It was indeed no ordinary pill.
He did the math. One finished Dew-Falling Pill had the medicinal power of five or six stalks of Dew-Falling Grass. He could take two or three pills a day, the equivalent of ten to eighteen stalks of Dew-Falling Grass, greatly increasing his cultivation speed.
The only thing Ye Qin worried about now was the pill success rate. It was astonishingly low: in more than ten batches, he had only managed to make