Le Qingrou did not understand, but she also knew that Martial Uncle Qing Lü was watching from the side. No matter what, Liu Yunche would not come to harm.
So she said no more and quietly watched everything before her with curiosity.
Inside the furnace, Liu Yunche suddenly discovered that the flames had surged. Their color became deeper and dimmer, as though they had gathered countless foul vapors from underground.
Liu Yunche murmured, "Is this helping me?"
It seemed that Martial Uncle had noticed he was unafraid of the furnace flames tempering him and was helping him cultivate.
Beyond the courtyard, the bamboo grove rustled.
This place had long since been shrouded in spiritual light, which then vanished without a trace.
All manner of spiritual seals emerged, cast in every direction by Daoist Fire Crane.
At that moment, the formation began to exert its power. It filtered away the turbid underground miasma, leaving behind pure fire breath that flowed into the pill furnace.
Liu Yunche was completely unaware of the changes outside.
He was merely enjoying this rare feast fit for a glutton.
His gaze fell upon the data panel:
[Cultivation: Tendon Forging, Tiger Tendon Realm (20/100)]
The number was still climbing madly, jumping every so often.
Daoist Fire Crane stopped moving, and the flames within the furnace gradually died down.
After the time it took to burn an incense stick, Liu Yunche slowly opened his eyes. A flicker of fire flashed through them.
His gaze settled on the jumping data panel, whose progress finally came to a stop.
[Cultivation: Tendon Forging, Tiger Tendon Realm (30/100)]
Liu Yunche murmured, "At this rate, in another seven days, I'll be able to break through Tiger Tendon and reach Flood Dragon Tendon."
He rose to his feet just