That one percent was nothing to scoff at.
That wild mountain ginseng had been a prized creation of the Little Shennong Sequence.
One percent of its medicinal potency was already an extremely substantial boost for daily cultivation.
Moreover, the Sweet Potato's medicinal potency differed from that of the wild mountain ginseng.
After Yang Yong had finished off that wild mountain ginseng, his nose had bled for three whole days without stopping. The Supernatural Power inside him had run wild like an unbridled horse and nearly burst him apart.
The wild mountain ginseng's medicinal potency had been too fierce, charging about like a raging bull.
But the Sweet Potato's medicinal potency was much gentler.
It was like a warm current, slowly permeating his limbs and every part of his body. Nourished by it, his Supernatural Power grew steadily and continuously, without any discomfort.
As Yang Yong slowly savored the sensation, a head suddenly poked out from beside the kitchen stove.
"Mr. Yang, Brother Yang, how effective is this Sweet Potato? Can it really save my sister?"
Yang Yong looked up.
Oh, it was Li Haijian.
How had this guy ended up among the women too?
From the look of it, he was keeping watch over that pot of porridge, probably under the pretext of helping tend the kitchen fire.
The firelight from the stove shone on his face, illuminating his worry clearly.
Yang Yong smiled at him and nodded. "It works. And the Sweet Potato's medicinal potency is gentle, just right for your sister to drink."
Hearing this, the worried expression on Li Haijian's face instantly vanished, replaced by a smile of relief.
His whole body relaxed, his shoulders sagging slightly as though he had put down a heavy burden he had carried for a long time.
*Being an older brother