"Looks like I can only use some Source of Life."
Li Yunjing opened his eyes and took a crystal-clear jade bottle from his Storage Ring.
After he opened it, the clear spring inside let out a tinkling sound, and a dense aura of life spread out.
"Gulp!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Li Yunjing drained the Source of Life in the bottle in one swallow.
The Source of Life contained the power of life and was originally a top-grade heavenly treasure. Using it to heal wounds now was truly somewhat like boiling a crane to eat, burning a zither for firewood.
But he was on another continent, unfamiliar with the people and the place, and there were still people outside eyeing him like tigers stalking prey. Li Yunjing could not care about wasting a bottle.
"Boom!"
The moment the Source of Life entered his stomach, a vast force of vitality immediately erupted.
Green rays of light sprayed from every pore on Li Yunjing's body, and that stubborn, sinister poisonous magic power melted away rapidly like snow meeting a blazing sun.
Another seven days passed, and a long howl suddenly rang out from the quiet chamber.
The howl was full and resonant, shaking the entire side courtyard until it trembled slightly.
"My husband's injuries have healed!"
Zhao Qi, who had been cultivating in the courtyard, stood up in delighted surprise.
The door to the quiet chamber opened, and Li Yunjing strode out with the gait of a dragon and the steps of a tiger.
At this moment, he was glowing with vigor. How was there even the slightest sign that he had been injured?
Not only had his injuries fully recovered, his cultivation also seemed to have advanced by several degrees.
If Li Yunjing had not suppressed his cultivation himself, he would