The instant the medicinal power entered his body, only one thought surfaced in Yi Yang's mind.
What tremendous medicinal power! What kind of fruit is this?
The energy released by that flame-shaped fruit instantly flooded his entire body. Had Yi Yang not also practiced a body-tempering cultivation art, he might not have survived that first surge.
Yi Yang's qi sea began churning violently the moment it took the impact.
His Inner Energy, previously condensed like liquid metal, grew restless as the foreign energy stirred it up.
Veins bulged at Yi Yang's temples as he struggled to circulate his cultivation art, digesting the medicinal power and turning it into strength.
Beads of sweat slid from his forehead past his temples and dripped onto his crossed knees, leaving dark, damp stains.
Yi Yang had no attention to spare for the fruit's origins. He plunged his entire awareness into his body and desperately circulated the Wood-Nurturing Longevity Art: Inner Energy Chapter.
His qi sea surged, his meridians burned, and all his internal organs resonated with them.
But on the panel visible only to him, the numbers-or rather, the progress indicators-were racing upward.
219200. 220400. 221800.
The increase with each breath was more than ten times faster than when he had taken Treasure Pills.
At the sight, Yi Yang clenched his back teeth and activated the Horizontal Refinement Martial Extremity Body and Five-Organ Internal Refining Force simultaneously.
The two auxiliary arts seemed to fit iron hoops around his meridians, forcibly confining the rampaging medicinal power to its proper routes.
Yi Yang's bones and sinews gave faint, creaking sounds-the sounds of enduring a load at their very limits.
Pain.
From his Dantian to every limb and bone, everything hurt.
One hour passed.
The clothes on Yi Yang's back were soaked with sweat,