A full two hours passed.
Only then did the simmering of the medicinal ingredients end.
Inside the clay pot, the blood-red medicinal liquid bubbled away.
It looked exactly like the color of the liquid used to brew Blood Spirit Ginseng.
The blood-like liquid gave off an intense, scorching quality.
After waiting for the medicinal liquid to cool.
Fang Xing lifted the clay pot. The smell was somewhat pungent, but he took a deep breath and drained it in one gulp.
Not a single drop of the medicinal liquid went to waste.
He licked it clean to the last drop.
"Burp~"
Setting down the clay pot, Fang Xing let out an involuntary full belch.
His abdomen burned like fire.
The medicine's effects began to take hold.
His face instantly flushed crimson, and white vapor billowed from his breath.
Hot!
Scorchingly hot!
Every inch of skin on his body felt as though it were being tempered in a raging blaze.
After stripping off his clothes, Fang Xing stepped out of the kitchen and immediately slipped into the room.
He sat cross-legged and began circulating the Scarlet Fire Heart Scripture, absorbing the medicinal power.
Cultivating the Red Fire Divine Art brought the agony of searing flames.
With the aid of medicinal ingredients, that pain doubled.
The benefit was that one could enter the path more quickly.
The drawback was that it hurt like hell!
Flames scorched him, as if he had been thrown into a furnace.
The Scarlet Fire Heart Scripture circulated, ceaselessly absorbing the medicinal power within his body.
From head to toe, his skin was flushed red.
Every pore seemed to be scorched by flames.
The pain of that blazing burn pierced deep into his soul.
Even though Fang Xing had prepared himself mentally, he still found it unbearably difficult.
He