Song Yan had originally estimated that it would take around twelve hours to absorb all the demon blood and medicinal liquid.
But whether it was because his original physique had been far too poor or for some other reason, he did not know.
Only after a full thirty-six hours.
Did Song Yan slowly open his eyes...
A keen edge flashed in his pupils, then swiftly withdrew.
"Whew-"
He let out a heavy breath of turbid air.
Inside the bronze cauldron, the pool of medicinal liquid had changed from its original clear gold and red to a murky grayish brown.
The essence of its Demon Power and medicinal properties had all been absorbed.
He rose to his full height, stirring up a cloud of billowing mist.
His skin now gleamed like jade, his muscles smoothly defined without being bulky, possessing the lean power of a hunting leopard.
"This feeling..."
He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking crisply.
He threw a powerful punch, actually producing a faint sound as it cut through the air.
What concerned him most, of course, was the change in his meridians.
"How marvelous..."
Beneath the Sword Mansion of the Dao-Subduing, Sword Qi surged wildly and gathered at his fingertips.
The flow of Sword Qi he had previously been unable to withstand now circulated normally.
A flash of delighted surprise crossed Song Yan's eyes.
"One session of body tempering could give my flesh this much strength..."
It seemed this unnamed body-tempering Mnemonic was no ordinary thing either.
Unfortunately, according to Senior Nie Chao's memories, this Mnemonic worked best only on its first use.
Its effects would diminish sharply with subsequent uses, until it became ineffective.
Perhaps this Nameless Mnemonic was incomplete as well.
"Hiss-"
Xiao He slithered in from outside the Cultivation Room, peering about. She leaped onto