Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge, Li Xingtian's residence.
Wearing baggy shorts, Li Xingtian lay silently inside a crude iron bucket Chu Xingchen had fashioned on the spot, with firewood burning beneath it.
The water roiling inside the bucket continually carried the scent of medicinal herbs into the air.
He was already at the Nascent Soul realm. Even ordinary flames could not hurt him in the slightest, let alone a little boiling water.
It was just... he kept having the illusion that he was being cooked.
Li Xingtian raised his head and looked at his master, watching him rummage through his Spatial Ring while casually tossing medicinal herbs into the iron bucket.
There did not seem to be any precise proportions involved, and Li Xingtian even had the impression that the herbs were being grabbed at random.
But out of trust, Li Xingtian asked nothing. He stayed quietly in the bucket and let his master work.
A short while later, just as Li Xingtian felt the smell of those herbs had nearly marinated him through, he looked up again. Seeing the next ingredient Chu Xingchen put in, he finally could not help asking:
"Master? This Sichuan pepper is also a medicinal ingredient for refining my root bone?!"
Hearing this, Chu Xingchen looked at the Sichuan pepper he had casually sprinkled into the bucket, then at Li Xingtian's slightly shocked eyes, which seemed to say-Master, are you really not planning to cook me?!
"Of course not," Chu Xingchen answered naturally.
Li Xingtian froze. He had not expected his master to deny it so decisively, but wasn't that decisiveness a little too suspicious?
Could this be no root bone advancement at all, but a joke Master was playing?!
Li Xingtian asked doubtfully, "Then... why add Sichuan pepper?"
Chu Xingchen sighed softly.
"Of course it's