As Mu Qingluan left, Xiao Yan finally let out a long sigh of relief.
However, although Mu Qingluan was so lively that it was a bit overwhelming, her pure and straightforward nature was indeed endearing.
Xiao Yan shook his head, temporarily putting those thoughts aside, and carefully examined the room.
The room looked simple and quiet, and although it wasn't large, it was decorated with great care.
A mahogany bookshelf stood in the corner, with several yellowed ancient books on it. The writing on the spines was somewhat blurred, indicating that they were quite old.
Next to the bookshelf was a simple desk, on which sat a copper oil lamp, the oil emitting a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Xiao Yan's gaze finally fell on the box containing the Mystic Spirit Nourishing Rhyme Pill.
The box lay quietly on the table, the faint fragrance of the thousand-year-old agarwood wafting in the air, intertwining with the room's original light woody scent to create a unique atmosphere that soothes the mind.
Xiao Yan propped himself up on the edge of the bed, his legs still a little weak, and with each step he could feel a faint stinging pain from the sword wound on his back.
He walked to the table and picked up the box.
The box feels slightly heavy in the hand, with a warm and delicate texture from the wood. The gold patterns on the surface of the box seem to glow faintly when touched by fingertips.
Upon gently opening the box, a rich, almost tangible medicinal fragrance instantly wafted out.
Every breath makes you feel like every cell in your body is cheering with joy.
Xiao Yan even felt that the pain in the deepest sword wound on his back was lessened somewhat under the influence of the medicinal fragrance.
Among the pills, a blue pill the size of a longan lay quietly on the silk in the box.
The pill was perfectly round, with a warm and lustrous color like top-grade jade, and a smooth, mirror-like surface. Just by looking at its appearance, it was already the finest of the fine.
What caught Xiao Yan's attention the most was that there were several perfect patterns on the pill.
The patterns were pale gold, winding and flowing across the surface of the pill like naturally formed meridians, each pattern radiating a faint yet pure light.
This is not a flaw, but Pill Pattern!!
Those are marks formed when the medicinal power of the elixir is pushed to its limit during the refining process, signifying that the elixir has reached its peak quality.
" Pill Pattern!"
Xiao Yan can also be considered an alchemist. Although his alchemy skills are far from comparable to those of a grandmaster like Yao Lao, he is by no means a complete novice.
He was well aware of just how valuable pills with Pill Pattern were.
No, this is beyond expensive; it's priceless.
A pill with Pill Pattern can be several times more expensive than an ordinary pill, and may even be priceless.
Of course, the most important are the pills with Pill Pattern, whose medicinal power and efficacy have reached the theoretical peak.
Pills without Pill Pattern will inevitably lose some of their medicinal power during the refining process, while the appearance of Pill Pattern means that the pill has locked 100% of its medicinal power within its body the moment it is produced.
This means that the actual effect of the same pill can differ by more than double depending on whether it has Pill Pattern Pill Pattern or not.
For alchemists, being able to refine a pill with Pill Pattern is the highest affirmation of their alchemy skills.
Moreover, this is a Seventh-Grade Pill.
What is the concept of Seventh-Grade Pill?
That's a treasure that only alchemy masters of the seventh rank or above have the ability to refine.
Its value is such that even in the Central Plains, countless Dou Zong powerhouses would fight tooth and nail for it.
For a moment, Xiao Yan felt the box in his hands was burning hot.
The black wooden box seemed to be several degrees warmer in his palm than before, so hot that he could barely hold it.
His hand holding the Seventh-Grade Pill tightened slightly, and complex emotions surged within him.
The Venerable Feng saved his life and took him back to the Starfall Pavilion to recover; this favor was already immense.
Now, they've even given him Seventh-Grade Pill to heal his injuries; this kindness cannot be summed up with just the word "great."
He was treated as a true junior by Venerable Feng simply because he had some connection with Yao Lao. This kindness moved him but also made him somewhat uneasy.
After all, strictly speaking, he was not a formal disciple of the Yao Lao.
"Whatever, I can always repay this favor later."
Xiao Yan took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed these distracting thoughts.
After realizing the gap between himself Venerable Feng, his psychological burden was not so heavy.
For someone of Venerable Feng's caliber, a Seventh-Grade Pill might not be a big deal at all.
Although this kindness is heavy to me, as long as I live, I will always have the opportunity to repay it.
Thinking this way, he stopped worrying about it, took the Mystic Spirit Nourishing Rhyme Pill in his hand, and sat back down on the bed.
He sat cross-legged, holding the cyan pill that emitted a warm glow in his palm, feeling the immense medicinal power contained within it.
Xiao Yan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and examined his meridians internally.
You wouldn't believe it until you see it; once you do, a bitter smile comes to your face.
The previous battles, coupled with the forced consumption of a large number of pills with different attributes, had left the once broad and resilient meridians in his body severely damaged.
Several key nodes showed cracks, and some small branches even broke off completely.
Although the Soul Power vortex in the dantian was replenished by the return of the split soul, it was rotating more than half slower than usual due to overexertion.
However, a very thin layer of cyan Dou Qi was faintly visible stabilizing the damaged area of the meridians.
The cyan Dou Qi evenly covered every crack, like a thin layer of glue, firmly fixing the injury in place, which could have continued to worsen.
This Dou Qi is gentle yet resilient; it is indeed the work of Venerable Feng.
This must be what Venerable Feng meant when he said he had sorted things out for himself.
Venerable Feng said he had only "groomed" the wounds, but in Xiao Yan's eyes, it was far from a simple cleanup; it was clearly an extremely meticulous technique used to stabilize the most dangerous and fatal injuries in Xiao Yan's body.
Otherwise, the aftereffects of the ruptured meridians alone would have been enough to keep him unconscious for ten days to half a month.
Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his internal injuries were not as serious as he had imagined.
As long as the meridians are not completely severed and the dantian is not damaged, the rest is just a matter of time.
With this Mystic Spirit Nourishing Rhyme Pill, this time will be greatly shortened.
Looking at the Mystic Spirit Nourishing Rhyme Pill in his hand, Xiao Yan didn't hesitate and popped it into his mouth in one gulp.
When the pill entered the mouth, it did not leave a bitter taste like ordinary pills, but rather dissolved instantly like a warm cloud of mist.
There was no need to swallow; it spontaneously transformed into a warm current, sliding down Xiao Yan's throat into his esophagus and seeping into his heart.
The next moment, the powerful yet gentle medicinal force exploded within his body.
Xiao Yan dared not delay and immediately began to circulate the remaining Soul Power in his body to refine this enormous medicinal power with all his might.
The concentrated energy was extracted and transformed into a light blue film, gently covering the surface of the damaged meridians.
The cracks began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even Xiao Yan's greatly depleted Spiritual Soul Power was nourished.
Spiritual Soul Power differs from Soul Power and Dou Qi; once damaged, it is extremely difficult to recover, and ordinary healing pills have almost no effect on soul injuries.
However, as Seventh-Grade Pill, the Mystic Spirit Nourishing Rhyme Pill's medicinal effects are far superior to those of ordinary elixirs.
The essence of Soul Power contained in the elixir transformed into a cool, thin stream, slowly seeping into the soul space deep within his brow.
I felt as if I were floating on clouds, ethereal and blissful.
The comfort that seeped from the depths of his bones almost made Xiao Yan let out a satisfied sigh.