Indoors.
Sunlight formed pillars of light, countless golden specks of dust dancing within them.
Beneath the shafts of light,
a sheet of golden thin paper, a zhang long, gradually curled and carbonized. Wisps of green smoke rose from it before it turned to ash.
Having thoroughly understood the Fourth-Rank and Third-Rank Martial Dao, Jiang Ning also knew that, for him, external aids to help him step into the fourth rank were simply unnecessary.
His own accumulated foundation alone would be enough to let him smoothly cross that threshold before long.
Afterward,
he picked up the charcoal pencil again, his gaze sweeping over the blank sheet before him.
One Marrow-Remolding Pill, worth one hundred thousand contribution points.
One bottle of Embracing-Embryo One-Qi Pills, worth one hundred thousand contribution points.
Ten drops of Moonlight Dew, worth one hundred thousand contribution points.
Ten drops of Hundred-Spirit Blood, worth one hundred thousand contribution points.
That only comes to four hundred thousand contribution points—not much!
With no hesitation left in his heart, the charcoal pencil descended onto the paper, scratching softly.
One drop of Thousand-Spirit Blood was likewise worth one hundred thousand contribution points.
This was also part of his experiment.
As for Ten-Thousand-Spirit Blood, although it had been recorded in the booklet just now, it clearly stated that his authority was insufficient and it could not be exchanged.
Then, he continued writing.
One bottle of Foundation-Nourishing Origin-Firming Pills, worth one hundred and fifty thousand contribution points.
Jiang Ning was exchanging this bottle of pills for Wang Jin.
It was of immense help in the recovery of heavily injured people. Moreover, if one used these pills to stabilize one's origin, then after the injuries had fully healed, one's foundation would often rise another level.
The path of martial arts afterward would become much smoother.
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