A month later, winter had fully set in.
The evergreen tree in the courtyard remained lush, but all the other plants had long since shed their leaves.
It never snowed here in winter; there was only a dry cold. The sun hanging in the sky like an eyeball would take on a bluish glow in winter, and, as though an eye were closing, only half of it would remain visible.
Zhou Chen stood in the courtyard and slowly exhaled a stale breath, then tipped back his head and swallowed the last Blood-Boiling Pill in his hand.
Drawing on the medicine's power, he practiced the Stake-Standing Exercise once more, ran through a set of fist techniques, then a round of his Leg Technique. Only then did he wipe the sweat from his forehead, accept the towel Xiao Qing handed him, and casually wipe his face before looking at the panel:
[Martial arts: Wild Bull Fist (major accomplishment) 865/3000; Wind-Riding Steps (minor accomplishment) 589/2000] [Cultivation realm: First-Rank Skin Tempering Realm (major accomplishment) 2128/3000]
During this time, he had poured every last bit of his remaining twenty-odd taels of silver into Blood-Boiling Pills, then poured them all into himself.
With money fueling his grueling cultivation, his strength had advanced rapidly. He had now pushed his blood vitality progress past the two-thirds mark.
Fortunately, the Lian Household had settled his overdue monthly allowance this month. Otherwise, he truly would not have had a single copper left in his pocket and would have been living on the northwest wind.
Meanwhile, over the course of this month, the Mist Incense accumulated in his mind had grown to nearly ten feet long.
Ten feet of Mist Incense represented nearly two thousand proficiency points.
He had accumulated it so quickly mainly because he headed outside the