Without the stench interfering, Jin Nanjiang took only two hours to clear away all the scars on Zheng Fan's body. Most of that time went into guarding against the filth blasting out of his wounds. A few layers of Light Shield were enough to protect her, but if she had not focused on dodging, she could have finished in ten minutes-and the house would have collapsed within five.
As the dirt and grime were expelled from his body, Zheng Fan's flesh began repairing itself. As his wounds healed, the channels carrying his blood and vital energy gradually reached a perfect state, allowing him to send them into every inch of flesh and bone with a single thought. Once the grime hidden deepest inside had all been washed away, his body finally attained its most perfect condition. Then Zheng Fan slowly opened his eyes.
"Brother Fan, how are you feeling? Did your cultivation break through?" Jin Nanjiang asked delightedly when she saw him open his eyes.
"Not quite yet." As Zheng Fan spoke, he discreetly pulled the bedsheet around himself. The bloodstains on it had already turned black, but he did not mind at all.
"You still haven't broken through?" Jin Nanjiang sounded a little disappointed.
"Don't be disappointed. There are no hidden problems left in my body. All that's left is steady, patient work. I believe it won't be long before I truly break through to the spirit realm." Even with Zheng Fan's composure, he could not remain calm as he said this.
Below the spirit realm, one was still only mortal. Quite apart from anything else, with lifespans dozens of times longer, spirit realm masters could sit high above the clouds and smile as mortal dynasties rose and fell.
"That's wonderful. I'll go prepare some food for you, so