As the medicinal effects in the bath barrel began to take hold.
Dugu Yan soon experienced the plunge from heaven to hell.
As the medicine permeated her entire body, an unbearable tingling spread through her, followed closely by the stabbing pain of needles and awls. Under the searing agony, she could not help letting out a muffled groan.
Her lovely face was etched with pain. Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down her smooth skin and dripped into the water.
Meanwhile, the golden threads extending from Tang Yin flowed through every inch of her meridians. Their gentle aura of life slowly seeped into them, leaving Dugu Yan feeling as though she were caught between worlds of ice and fire.
Fortunately, she still remembered Tang San Niang's instructions. Gritting her teeth, she calmed her mind and tried to sense the circulation of that power within her.
This method proved remarkably effective. Her attention became so focused that she slipped into a meditative state without realizing it.
At the sight, a smile curved Tang San Niang's lips.
"Next comes the most important step."
She spoke softly and began changing the medicinal ingredients.
The batch in her hands consisted of herbs Dugu Bo had gathered from a Herb Garden at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Their quality far surpassed ordinary herbs.
If everything goes smoothly, removing Dugu Yan's poison will bring my brother quite a few benefits.
Tang San Niang silently considered this.
Her crimson lips parted, and she recited an obscure, incomprehensible passage.
"Bearing yin and embracing yang, blending their energies into harmony, yin and yang unite, and all things are born."
As the potent herbs entered the water, a peculiar medicinal fragrance spread through the air. Its scent intoxicated the heart and mind, made the mouth water,