Chapter 113: Chapter 75: Advancing to the Qi-Blood Realm! Lifespan Limit!_l
“It’s a success!”
Su Changkong clenched his fists tightly as his face was filled with ecstasy.
Taking a deep breath and cradling a nervous heart, Su Changkong lifted the lid off the pill furnace. Inside, there were a total of ten pills; some were charred and filled with impurities, some had crumbled into a heap, failing to form pills.
Only two of them, bright red and the size of a thumb, exuded a rich medicinal fragrance!
“Are these the Qi-Blood Pills?” Su Changkong held the two reddish Qi-Blood Pills in his hands, hardly able to conceal his excitement.
Qi-Blood Pills! Miraculous pills that strengthen Qi and Blood, made with expensive materials and the laborious effort of a skilled alchemist!
Now that he had finally obtained two Qi-Blood Pills, Su Changkong was undeniably thrilled.
“Strike while the iron is hot, continue!”
Quickly, Su Changkong placed the two Qi-Blood Pills into a small jade bottle for storage and, feeling the momentum, began the fifth batch of Qi-Blood Pills.
To his delight, the fourth batch of Qi-Blood Pills was a success, yielding three pills!
The fifth attempt failed, with all the medicinal materials turning into slag.
In the last batch, Su Changkong was successful once more, feeling as if fortune and intuition had smiled upon him.
“Five!”
What made Su Changkong’s heart race even more was the last batch of Qi-Blood Pills; not only was it successful, but it produced a total of five pills, as many as the total of the two previous successful batches combined!
“If only… Every batch of Qi-Blood Pills I make could be successful and yield this many pills,” Su Changkong thought wistfully, yet he knew it was just good luck, and even a true Alchemy Master couldn’t hope for such consistent success.
Su Changkong’s money was almost entirely spent, but it was indeed worth it.
Not only had he successfully produced ten Qi-Blood Pills, but he had also mastered a proficient level of alchemy, something money couldn’t buy for others!
“Hopefully, these ten Qi-Blood Pills will aid in my transformation and take me a step further!”
Looking at the ten fragrant Qi-Blood Pills in the jade bottle, Su Changkong silently thought to himself.
Then, without hesitation, Su Changkong swallowed one of the Qi-Blood Pills and began practicing the Turtle Breath Technique!
The potency of the Qi-Blood Pill unfurled in Su Changkong’s belly and spread through his body, bringing about a warm sensation, comfort throughout, and his blood seemed to be purifying and undergoing transformation.
The metamorphosis of Qi and Blood is not something that happens overnight; it requires gradual refinement and nourishment, until it reaches its peak and transformation naturally ensues.
As usual, Su Changkong practiced martial arts and his exercises every day without laziness. In the process, the Qi-Blood Pills he ingested continually digested and nourished his body, making his Qi and Blood grow stronger!
Su Changkong found that a single Qi-Blood Pill required five days to digest, so every five days, he would take another to maintain the growth of his Qi and Blood.
Time went by, and in the blink of an eye over thirty days had passed; Su Changkong had been staying inside, with his Qi and Blood growing stronger each day.
“It’s close… My Qi and Blood are almost at the limit of my body, about to undergo transformation!”
Su Changkong was excited, feeling he was on the verge of stepping into a whole new realm.
In the wee hours, when the sky was just faintly lit with a gray hue and everyone else was still resting, two unwelcome guests arrived outside the manor where Su Changkong resided.
These were two burly men with a menacing air.
“Is this the place?”
The man on the left, wearing a sleeveless garment, showed off his muscular arms and a tattoo on his shoulder as he eyed the tall walls of the courtyard before him.
“Yeah, this is it. The guy living inside is a youngster. From what I’ve observed over the past few days, he stays inside, living alone in this manor. Anyone who can rent such a big place and not work is definitely rich or noble. Hit a lick on him, and we’re set for life,” said the tall man with narrow eyes, licking his lips.
The two had come to Ink Forest Prefecture City to make their fortune, but with limited abilities, they had learned some martial arts in a martial hall and made a living by watching over gambling dens and collecting debts.
Recently, they had set their eyes on Su Changkong, noticing that someone had moved into the previously vacant manor. After their surveillance, they concluded that the one who rented it was an unremarkable young man who was new to Ink Forest Prefecture City.
With greedy thoughts, they knew the youth had to be quite wealthy, and with him living alone, they decided to enter the manor to see if there were any valuable belongings.
“Let’s go and get inside. Hopefully, the kid is still asleep. We’ll grab the money and leave. If he discovers us… well, we might have to get violent, and then we’re talking about carrying a murder on our backs!”
The tattooed man chuckled lowly. Both of them were trained in martial arts and had blood on their hands; breaking into the manor to steal was not something that made them nervous. If discovered, they would murder the witness and destroy any evidence.
In the vast Ink Forest Prefecture City, the disappearance of one or two outsiders was nothing out of the ordinary.
With this in mind, the two men agilely scaled the nearly ten-foot-high wall, with their nimbleness easily overcoming the barrier.
In the early morning, the manor was very quiet, with no dogs or servants, the large place eerily empty.
Both men lowered their steps, carefully exploring the manor grounds, looking for potentially valuable items!
“What’s that sound?”
But as they ventured deeper into the manor, a series of whooshing sounds surrounded them, as if birds were soaring, wild beasts were running rampant, and apes were playing — a cacophony of noises, chaotic and jumbled!