Half a month later.
Three quarters past midnight, in the courtyard in Cloud Pattern Town.
Jiang Yuexin and Yang Hui had long since fallen asleep. Yi Yang sat alone beside the well in the rear courtyard, half an old straw mat beneath him and six empty medicine bottles around him.
He had taken the Sunshine Flower Zhou Jiang sent two days ago, and its supremely pure medicinal power was still surging through his body. Together with the pills bought for three thousand taels of silver and this past half month of practicing his stance, taking medicinal baths, and swallowing pills as though his life meant nothing, he had finally ground his progress in the fifth level of the Wood-Nurturing Longevity Art toward its end, inch by inch.
A line of small text appeared before his eyes.
[Wood-Nurturing Longevity Art, Level Five: 49920/50000]
Eighty points.
Just eighty points short.
Yi Yang exhaled a breath of stale air and stuffed the last pill into his mouth. His teeth cracked its shell, and bitter medicinal liquid poured down his throat.
He could perform the opening posture of the Yi Wood Longevity Stance with his eyes closed. His arms formed a circle, his knees bent slightly, and his spine straightened as blood qi surged along its fixed route through his meridians.
The medicinal power entered his body and collided with his blood qi. It felt as though a pot of water had boiled inside his chest and abdomen.
All his internal organs heated up at once.
Yi Yang clenched his back teeth. Veins bulged at his temples, and sweat streamed from his hairline, dripping down his chin onto the straw mat and striking little dark circles into it.
His progress rose.
49940, 49960, 49980, 50000.
Full.
In that instant, all the blood