"Brother Xue, I'm fine!"
Meng Chen hurriedly grabbed the dry robe lying nearby and wrapped it around himself. He swayed in feigned weakness, forcing a somewhat guileless smile onto his face.
Qian Renxue strode forward and pressed a hand onto Meng Chen's shoulder, sending Soul Power flowing from her palm to swiftly sweep through his entire body.
"Fine? I heard that huge crash from the front courtyard, and you call this fine?"
She Long, following behind Qian Renxue, raised his head slightly, revealing a stretch of stubbled chin.
The instant he had burst through the door, She Long had distinctly sensed a savage aura inside the room. How had it vanished in the blink of an eye?
Could forcibly expelling the remnants of the medicine have caused an explosion in the air?
She Long pondered silently, doubts swirling in his eyes, and put it down to the overpowering potency of those thousand-year-old medicinal ingredients.
"Little Chen, did you absorb all the medicinal power in here?"
Qian Renxue looked down at the completely empty wooden tub, shock flashing through her eyes.
"Hehe, maybe it's because I've had an unusual constitution since childhood. My bloodline was already a little strange during my Martial Soul Awakening. With that fierce medicinal kick helping me along, I absorbed it all into my body!"
Meng Chen grinned foolishly and raised a hand to thump his chest.
He absolutely could not reveal the Blood Essence Soul Ring to Spirit Hall's young master.
But there was no hiding the tremendous improvement in his physique. He might as well attribute it all to tempering his body in the medicinal bath. It was a perfectly reasonable explanation.
"Brother Xue, I feel terrifyingly strong now!"
As he spoke, Meng Chen deliberately stirred the Soul Power within his meridians.
That little surge