"Go."
Qian Renxue tilted her fingers, and dozens of Tier 3 talismans fluttered like spirit butterflies, landing precisely on the major acupoints around Dugu Bo's body.
Her hands rapidly formed seals, and one profound incantation after another entered the talismans. The runes on them lit up at once, radiating a gentle glow.
Dugu Bo felt the toxins drawn out of his body being pulled along the meridians toward his dantian, where they swirled and gathered. They began to compress and solidify, bit by bit.
The sensation was like kneading a lump of mud with an invisible hand—strange, yet oddly smooth.
"Focus your mind and calm your breath. Gather your essence and return to unity." Qian Renxue's voice rang clearly in his ears.
"Guard your mind and guide the toxins as they gather."
"Remember, you are both the vessel and the one in control. You must contain the toxins, but also shape them."
"Imagine they are a seed. Your task is to mold it, give it a firm shell, and make it a part of your body—yet keep it under your command."
Dugu Bo took a deep breath and forced his exhausted body to sit cross-legged. He circulated his Soul Power with all his strength, carefully guiding the mass of emerald-green poisonous mist in his dantian.
He could clearly feel the toxins struggle as they compressed. Each contraction brought a faint sting, but it was nothing compared to the agony of separating the toxins earlier.
An hour slipped by.
Inside Dugu Bo's dantian, the poisonous mist had condensed into an emerald-green pill no bigger than a fingernail. Its surface was smooth as jade, with a faint shimmer flowing across it. The poison it released was firmly locked inside, no longer eroding his meridians.
"That should do it." A trace of satisfaction