Mo Yun returned to his little courtyard and lined up the cloth bag and pill bottles on the stone table.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Yun first picked up the bottle of Qi-Blood Pills he had received for free, pulled out the stopper, and tipped a pill into his palm.
He had taken countless Qi-Blood Pills already. Their medicinal fragrance, tinged with the faint scent of rust, was as familiar as an old friend.
Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and swallowed it.
The pill dissolved as soon as it reached his stomach. A warm current spread from his abdomen, flowing slowly through his meridians into his limbs and every part of his body. His muscles warmed slightly under its nourishing touch, as though he were soaking in water at just the right temperature.
Next came the Dragon-Tiger Pill.
Mo Yun pulled out the stopper and tipped out the Dragon-Tiger Pill.
The Dragon-Tiger Pill was a size larger than the Qi-Blood Pill and dark red all over. Fine markings covered its surface, vaguely forming the image of a coiled dragon and a crouching tiger.
Once swallowed, its medicinal power became a scorching current that flowed along his bones like molten iron. He could clearly hear his bones crackling.
It felt as though an invisible hammer were forging them over and over, each strike bringing a tingling sensation and a feeling of unobstructed clarity.
Last came the Marrow-Washing Pill.
Mo Yun picked up the delicate porcelain bottle. It felt warm in his hand; even through its walls, he could sense the faint heat radiating from the pill inside.
He pulled out the stopper, and a pale golden pill the size of a fingernail rolled into his palm.
Mo Yun was thoroughly familiar with Qi-Blood Pills and Dragon-Tiger Pills, but this