Only a few mouthfuls remained.
Over his years in seclusion, he had taken a sip from this bottle of Blood Ginseng Spirit Wine every so often to nourish his meridians, mend his body, and advance his cultivation. Today, he would drink the last of it.
The instant the wine slid down his throat, his whole body felt a little lighter.
Its scorching medicinal power burned like a fire dragon from his throat to his sea of qi, then burst outward, surging through his meridians into every limb and bone.
Three-thousand-year-old blood ginseng, a dozen-odd fourth-tier spiritual materials, and eighty-one years of brewing with the Qing Household's secret technique-these few mouthfuls contained the medicinal power of several fourth-tier medicinal pills.
As that medicinal power washed over the hidden injury in his right arm, the burning sting noticeably subsided, and the true essence inside him instantly boiled.
Still not enough.
He pinched two fingers together, and three crimson medicinal pills the size of longans flew out of his Storage Ring. Mid-grade fourth-tier Scarlet Marrow Infant Pills, relics left by Penglai True Lord. He had been refining them intermittently over the years, consuming five already. These were the last three.
The wealth that old monster had accumulated over who knew how many years had ultimately all fallen into his hands.
Qing Chen opened his mouth and swallowed all three pills at once. The Scarlet Marrow Infant Pills dissolved upon reaching his stomach, their warm medicinal power sinking leisurely into his sea of qi like spring waters melting snow.
Stimulated by that medicinal power, the nascent soul in his sea of qi snapped its eyes open. Its tender little hands slapped the empty air twice, and its mouth opened as it began devouring the power furiously. His true essence began rising steadily-very steadily, but