Outer Lake, inside Cave Abode Number Ninety-Eight.
At Yan Mingyi's words, Lin Changheng smiled. "That's right. As long as Xiao Hei doesn't throw a spanner in the works, with the [Spirit-Communing Pill], advancing is practically a done deal."
"That's wonderful," Yan Mingyi said.
"You need to work hard too. Don't let Xiao Hei leave you behind."
Lin Changheng smiled at her.
"Yes, I'll work hard."
Yan Mingyi nodded firmly.
Soon, Lin Changheng rose and returned to the Seclusion Chamber, where he took out a fist-sized [Jiao Blood Fruit] and swallowed it.
The [Jiao Blood Fruit] melted as soon as it entered his mouth, but an intensely bloody, rusty taste exploded across his tongue.
His mouth, tongue, and nasal passages were all flooded with it.
For an instant, Lin Changheng felt as though he had truly swallowed a great mouthful of flood dragon blood.
But he paid little heed to this minor assault on his senses. Compared with the pain of tempering his body, it was negligible.
The moment the fruit entered his stomach, Lin Changheng sensed his body absorbing a small portion of its potency.
Most of what remained slowly settled into his body, lying dormant.
During his future body tempering and honing, it would be stirred awake and gradually released, becoming part of his reserves.
He could already foresee that, together with the two newly acquired lengths of second-tier superior-grade spirit wood, [Eastwheel willow wood], his body-tempering progress would accelerate once more.
Over the following days, Lin Changheng began preparing his own medicinal baths for body tempering again.
Since this wood was of a higher grade, it needed to be diluted to a certain degree. Never mind Yan Mingyi-even he did not know the right balance.
He needed to sit in the tub himself, fully extend his spiritual sense,