"Is this the red liquid you mentioned, Yao Lao?"
Xiao Fan looked at the shallow puddles with a hint of curiosity on his face. He carefully probed the crimson liquid with his Soul Power, but found nothing unusual about it.
"Heh heh."
Hearing Xiao Fan's question, the Heavenly Fire Venerable gave a mysterious smile before saying, "Take a careful look at this liquid with your senses. Doesn't it seem completely ordinary? Even its energy isn't particularly concentrated, is it?"
Only after Xiao Fan nodded did the Heavenly Fire Venerable continue, "Heh heh, that would be a grave mistake. If you don't believe me, reach out and feel it for yourself."
As though recalling something amusing, the Heavenly Fire Venerable spoke to Xiao Fan without concealing his smile.
Xiao Fan raised an eyebrow at his words. Without hesitation, he crouched beside the shallow puddle and dipped his fingers into it.
"Hiss!"
The instant he touched the crimson liquid, Xiao Fan's mouth twitched. A stabbing pain shot through his submerged fingers. Had he not grown accustomed to such pain during his past Soul Tempering, he probably would have cried out.
"Hm?"
Seeing Xiao Fan merely furrow his brow slightly, the Heavenly Fire Venerable looked surprised. Deep in his eyes, his gaze toward Xiao Fan filled with admiration.
Although he did not know what this crimson liquid was either, he understood its benefits very well. Precisely because he had come into contact with it himself, he knew just how agonizing it could be.
No sooner had Xiao Fan felt the stabbing pain in his fingertips than a scorching, violent force surged from them into his body, forcibly burrowing deeper inside.
During this process, the crimson liquid immediately broke down into wisps of red energy upon entering his body. They coated his meridians before