Chen Chong prepared the spleen-training herbs allotted to him by the Green Shirt Society, stripped off his upper-body clothing, and spread the fragrant herbal poultice over the balanced muscles of his chest and abdomen, which resembled a classical sculpture. It was like coating himself in brownish-green mud.
Even after he had spread it evenly, the white medicine tray still held a full tray of paste, looking barely touched.
This was not an amount meant for a single use. An ordinary person would have divided it into at least three to five applications.
But after coating his chest and abdomen, Chen Chong did not stop. He grabbed another large handful of the "modeling clay," stretched his long arm behind him, and spread it over his back.
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He had not built a foundation through training from childhood. In fact, he had been exercising for less than a year.
But having reached the third realm, he had fully stretched out his muscles and tendons. His flexibility surpassed even that of circus performers. After all, they did not have his cultivation level.
Applying medicine to his own back was no trouble either. Once Chen Chong had covered his back with herbs, his entire upper body had turned green.
More than half remained in the tray, but Chen Chong kept going. He repeated the process until everything below his chin and above his legs was thickly coated, leaving nothing in the tray.
Chen Chong had always had a huge appetite, eating both a lot and quickly.
After applying the poultice, he picked up the clay pot and poured all the steaming brownish-black medicinal broth into his mouth. Then he set down the pot and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
The poultice and broth began taking effect simultaneously.