Medicinal Bath Cultivation, Shui Bing'er's Embarrassment

Before long, a large wooden barrel was carried into the room, filled with warm water with mist curling above it.

"And then?" Shui Bing'er looked at Meng Chen.

"Add a drop of the spirit liquid."

"One drop?"

"One drop is enough. Your cultivation is still shallow. Using more would only be wasteful, and your body would not be able to absorb it."

Shui Bing'er carefully tilted the jade bottle, and a drop of emerald-green liquid slid from its mouth and fell into the wooden barrel.

After the emerald-green drop entered the water, it spread outward. Within just a few breaths, the entire barrel of warm water had been dyed a clear emerald green, as though it contained melted jade.

Even more miraculous was the fact that the formerly warm vapor now carried a trace of coolness.

Shui Bing'er could not help taking a deep breath. That coolness entered her body through her nose, making her entire body tremble.

"So amazing..." she murmured.

"Alright. The Mystic Origin Spirit Liquid must be used in conjunction with circulating your cultivation art to achieve its greatest effect."

"Take off your clothes and get in, then circulate the Nine Revolutions Ice Phoenix Art and let the medicinal power seep into your meridians and bones. I will guide you from the side and tell you how to direct the medicinal power."

Soul Power differed somewhat from the Fierce-Flame Continent's battle qi, so Meng Chen needed to guide her from the side.

Shui Bing'er's face instantly turned red.

Although Master had already said it, taking off her clothes in front of him...

Though Master was only a phantom, those deep eyes were undeniably real!

Shui Bing'er opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she did not know how to say it.

She lowered her head, her ears burning hot.

Seeing that she had not moved for quite a while, Meng Chen lowered his gaze. When he saw her embarrassed expression, realization dawned on him.

This girl was worried about that.

"Ahem. I will turn around, then. Go ahead and undress."

Shui Bing'er nodded, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "Alright, Master, please turn around. I... I can do it."

Meng Chen turned around, his back facing the wooden barrel.

It was not that he was unwilling to return to the Chaos Bead, but if he went back into the Chaos Bead, he would be able to see even more clearly.

Shui Bing'er looked at his back and took a deep breath.

Master was a remnant soul. He did not even have a physical body.

Master had passed down a cultivation art to me and taught me to cultivate. He is an honorable gentleman.

Master has turned around. He cannot see anything.

She repeatedly reassured herself in her heart, but her fingers still trembled.

Gritting her teeth, Shui Bing'er moved swiftly, yet made almost no sound.

Because the moment she thought that Master might hear the sound, she...

Shui Bing'er felt as though her face was hot enough to fry an egg.

She did not dare look at Meng Chen's back again. She quickly stepped into the wooden barrel and sank her entire body into the emerald-green water, leaving only her head exposed.

The warm water rose past her shoulders, and the emerald-green medicinal liquid wrapped around her. That cool aura instantly enveloped her.

The coolness of the medicinal liquid washed away much of her nervousness and embarrassment. The emerald-green liquid also gave her a sense of security.

Meng Chen could neither hear nor see anything, so he could only ask, "Bing'er, are you in? Why can't I sense anything at all?"

"I-I'm in."

Hearing Meng Chen's voice, Shui Bing'er suddenly grew tense.

"Close your eyes and focus." Meng Chen's voice was steady and calm, like a basin of icy water poured over her anxious heart, extinguishing her messy thoughts. "Prepare to circulate your cultivation art. Begin the Soul Power at your dantian, pass through the perineum, travel upward along the Governing Vessel to the Baihui point, then descend along the Conception Vessel and return to the dantian."

Shui Bing'er did as instructed, suppressing the stray thoughts in her heart as she slowly closed her eyes.

"Now begin circulating the cultivation art. Start slowly and let your Soul Power flow gently through the meridians. Feel the medicinal power entering your body. Do not rush, or it will hurt."

Shui Bing'er began circulating her cultivation art, and her Soul Power rose slowly from her dantian along the Governing Vessel.

The emerald-green medicinal power seemed to sense the pull of her Soul Power, streaming from the water into her skin and entering her meridians. It merged with her Soul Power, and her Soul Power gradually grew stronger as a result.

That feeling was difficult to describe.

It was like a dried-up riverbed receiving spring rain, like withered flowers being watered. Every inch of her body was being nourished.

Shui Bing'er felt so comfortable that it was as though she were about to climb to the peak.

"Which acupoints is the medicinal power entering through?" Meng Chen asked.

"Many... There are the most acupoints on my back. The Zhiyin, Weizhong, and Bladder Shu points are the most obvious."

Shui Bing'er carefully sensed them as she answered.

"Mm, that is normal. The Bladder Meridian runs along the back, where acupoints are densely packed, making it easiest to absorb medicinal power." Meng Chen said, "Continue circulating it. When you reach the Baihui point, pause for three breaths and let the Soul Power gather there before descending."

"Yes."

Shui Bing'er calmed her mind and followed Meng Chen's guidance, directing her Soul Power through her body step by step.

Whenever she reached a crucial acupoint, Meng Chen would tell her in advance what to do.

His voice remained calm throughout, neither hurried nor slow, like an experienced helmsman guiding Shui Bing'er's little boat through unfamiliar waters.

At first, Shui Bing'er was still somewhat distracted. She kept thinking about her current state... and the fact that Master was only a few steps away.

But as the circulation of the cultivation art deepened, medicinal power continuously poured into her body and Soul Power surged through her meridians. She gradually forgot her embarrassment and devoted herself completely to cultivation.

That feeling was far too wondrous.

After entering her body, the medicinal power nourished her meridians and bones.

Her body became more refined, and she could clearly feel her Soul Power rapidly growing stronger.

But because of the pathways her Soul Power traveled through, Shui Bing'er increasingly felt the urge to relieve herself.

Her cultivation was at a critical juncture, so she could only force herself to hold it in.

Time passed second by second.

The emerald-green medicinal liquid gradually faded, eventually becoming almost transparent.

This meant that Shui Bing'er had absorbed nearly all of its medicinal power.

"Alright, we'll stop here for today. Come out, and do not catch a chill."

Shui Bing'er opened her eyes and let out a long breath of stale air.

Then she lowered her head and looked at herself in the water, only to discover that the water had become transparent. Her body was thus... completely exposed.

"Ah!"

In her panic, Shui Bing'er could no longer hold it in. Her delicate body trembled, her full breasts swayed, and there was suddenly a little more water in the wooden barrel.

"What happened?"

Hearing Shui Bing'er's cry, Meng Chen asked with concern.

"N-Nothing. Your disciple merely almost slipped!"

Shui Bing'er's face was red enough to drip blood, her lovely face like a ripe apple that made one want to take a bite.

Meng Chen did not suspect anything and merely reminded Shui Bing'er to be careful.

Shui Bing'er felt like crying. She had actually done that in front of Master...

Fortunately, Master had his back to her and had not seen it. Otherwise, she would have been too ashamed to live.

Over the following days of cultivation, Meng Chen taught Shui Bing'er to use the Mystic Origin Spirit Liquid every day to nourish the various meridians in her body, and her Soul Power advanced rapidly.

At first, Shui Bing'er was extremely embarrassed, but she slowly grew accustomed to it. After all, Master was merely a remnant soul.

In just over a month, she had recovered to level thirty-five.

If word of such speed got out, no one knew what a sensation it would cause.

The Mystic Origin Spirit Liquid had also been used up completely, without even a single drop remaining.

Shui Bing'er was delighted. She had thought it would take several months, but she had not expected it to happen so quickly.

Meng Chen examined Shui Bing'er's progress and nodded in satisfaction. "Alright. Since you have recovered to level thirty-five, it is time for me to teach you something real."

Shui Bing'er was startled. "Something real?"

"Indeed." Meng Chen nodded. "What I will teach you is a Combat Skill."

"A Combat Skill? Is it like a Soul Skill?"

Hearing this term, Shui Bing'er was somewhat confused.

Meng Chen explained, "More or less. Combat Skills are methods of battle. Soul Skills are obtained by hunting Spirit Beasts and absorbing Soul Rings, while Combat Skills are acquired through learning, like life skills such as cooking, and strengthened through practice and familiarity."

Shui Bing'er's eyes lit up.

A combat skill that could be obtained without hunting Spirit Beasts and absorbing Soul Rings?

"Master, what Combat Skill are you going to teach me?" Shui Bing'er asked impatiently.

Meng Chen thought for a moment. "You have yet to come into contact with this type of combat system, so I will first teach you a Mysterious Tier Low Grade Combat Skill."

"Mysterious Tier Low Grade?"

"Indeed." Meng Chen pressed a finger to Shui Bing'er's smooth, tender forehead, and a stream of information instantly flooded into her mind.

Mysterious Tier Low Grade Combat Skill—Frost Soul Palm!

Shui Bing'er was instantly captivated by this profound and exquisite combat skill. Without needing Meng Chen's instruction, she immersed herself in it and began studying intently...