Chapter 6

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It took half the time of a joss stick burning for Mu Xian to clear all the weeds around the Tumu Lin Ye. By then, beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead.

However, there was no trace of fatigue on Mu Xian's face; instead, he showed an unmistakable look of excitement.

After clearing the weeds, the next step of harvesting became much simpler.

In a few breaths, Mu Xian had plucked all seven Tumu Lin Ye leaves from the tree trunk.

After harvesting the Tumu Lin Ye, Mu Xian pondered for a moment, then took down the black iron sword originally belonging to Mu Gui Tu from his back. He swiftly cut a branch from the dead tree, and with his hands moving swiftly, he quickly made a new wooden bowl.

After completing all this, Mu Xian let out a light sigh. He put a Hu Xue Dan in his mouth and began to meditate cross-legged on the spot.

A moment later, Mu Xian's hands opened and closed, and the seven Tumu Lin Ye leaves had already turned into powder, which he then poured into the wooden bowl.

In the next moment, Mu Xian clenched his teeth, raised his sword, and made a long cut on his wrist. The blood, which smelled of medicine, gushed out and dripped into the wooden bowl.

"Chi..."

The moment the bright red blood came into contact with the gray-brown powder, a pink mist rose from the wooden bowl. The gray-brown powder instantly dissolved in the bright red blood, and a faint, pungent smell immediately filled Mu Xian's nostrils—this was the smell of the Tumu Lin Ye.

Mu Xian smiled and took another herb from his sleeve, which he had picked casually before entering the forest to use in the Xiaoyuan potion—Xingchen Lan.

Mu Xian slightly circulated the spiritual energy in his body, and the Xingchen Lan in his palm also turned into powder, which fell into the wooden bowl in a sprinkling of blue dots.

When the blue powder came into contact with the pink liquid in the wooden bowl, it emitted a dazzling purple light, like lavender in the spring mountains, and scattered into the pink solution.

Next, Mu Xian took another Hu Xue Dan from his sleeve, crushed it, and put it into the wooden bowl.

In the next moment, Mu Xian's divine sense had already intervened in the reaction of the solution in the wooden bowl. He flipped his hand, and the wooden bowl was in his hand, then it turned into a series of ethereal illusions as he shook his wrist.

The wooden bowl emitted a series of sizzling sounds, and bubbles kept rising from the solution. At the same time, a strong, exotic fragrance spread from the wooden bowl, quickly dispersing.

The intense spiritual energy reaction surprised Mu Xian, who only had the cultivation of the Dingshen realm. He had to clench his teeth and use his divine sense to tightly lock onto every change in the spiritual energy in the wooden bowl, while his hands continuously shook to catalyze the fusion of various medicinal forces in the wooden bowl.

Gradually, the image of a Flame Demon Tiger sprang out from the wooden bowl in Mu Xian's hand. It struggled and roared, trying to escape the wooden bowl. However, every time it was about to jump out, red blood threads would shoot out from the wooden bowl, tightly wrapping around its body.

Each time the Flame Demon Tiger was wrapped in red blood threads, its body shrank a little.

When the Flame Demon Tiger finally let out a faint cry and completely submerged into the wooden bowl, Mu Xian stopped his hand movements and placed the wooden bowl on a flat stone slab.

At this point, Mu Xian was drenched in sweat, his face extremely pale. He bent over, panting heavily, and his hands trembled and convulsed from the intense exercise, causing him to grimace in pain.

Afraid of fainting, Mu Xian unhesitantly put another Hu Xue Dan in his mouth and began to meditate cross-legged.

A few minutes later, Mu Xian opened his eyes again and felt the pain still radiating from his arm. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, realizing that his physical strength was still too weak.

However, when Mu Xian's gaze fell on the wooden bowl, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The liquid in the wooden bowl had turned a vermilion red, with a gem-like luster on its surface.

"Whether my physical condition can be improved, it all depends on this one attempt." Mu Xian's lips moved slightly, and spiritual energy began to spread between his hands.

As Mu Xian moved his hands, the vermilion red liquid in the wooden bowl had already turned into a solid object the size of a goose egg, which fell directly into Mu Xian's mouth.

Instantly, several terrifying energies surged through Mu Xian's body, tearing at his meridians. Mu Xian's mouth opened, and he was about to scream in agony, while his facial muscles twitched violently, and the veins on his forehead bulged as if they were about to burst.

At this critical moment, Mu Xian took a deep breath, suppressing his scream, and then controlled his breathing, beginning to absorb the sudden surge of energy in his body and refine it.

As the medicinal forces were refined, Mu Xian's meridians were repeatedly torn into pieces and then reformed. Dark red blood threads gushed from various parts of his body, making Mu Xian look like a blood-soaked figure.

Several times, Mu Xian almost fainted, but he dared not faint. He knew that what he lacked most was time, and if he couldn't endure this pain, the idea of gaining the strength to protect himself in a short time would be nothing more than a dream.

Not only did Mu Xian dare not faint, but he also used his divine sense to control the medicinal forces in his body, making the effective medicinal forces act completely on his meridians.

"How can it be so painful? It's probably no different from being flayed alive or beheaded."

"Is there anything more terrifying than death? I've already died once; what's a little pain?"

"No, I can't take it anymore. This pain is something no human can endure. I might die from the pain before my meridians are even transformed."

"No, I can't give up. As long as I keep persisting, I have a chance of success. If I give up, I have no chance at all. I absolutely cannot give up!"

"..."

Two completely different voices echoed in Mu Xian's mind, and his expression kept changing.

Meridians are the most fragile part of the human body, spreading throughout the body from head to toe, inside and out. Each transformation of a meridian meant that Mu Xian had to endure an extreme punishment.

Mu Xian had only thought about solving his blocked meridians, but he hadn't expected the pain to be so intense, as if he were being boiled in oil.

With a "thud," Mu Xian's body fell to the ground, curling into a ball. Dark red blood threads kept gushing from various parts of his body, and his meridians were repeatedly destroyed and reformed, forming a network of iron throughout his body, constantly stimulating Mu Xian's nerves, making him suffer unbearably.

Struggling to suppress the urge to roar, Mu Xian rolled on the ground, using the physical pain to numb the pain in his nerves.

A loud "thud" echoed as Mu Xian's body crashed into a towering ancient tree. Under the impact, Mu Xian felt as if his bones were shattered.

Mu Xian's mind was clear for only a moment before it was overwhelmed by an even more intense wave of pain. His body leaped up and crashed into a large rock behind him.

With a "thud," Mu Xian felt as if all the bones in his back were shattered, but he became a bit more clear-headed.

Pain.

Severe pain.

Extremely painful.

Pain beyond endurance.

But Mu Xian could feel that his body was undergoing a tremendous transformation. His meridians were continuously widening and strengthening with each destruction and reformation. The sweat pores on his body were opening and closing, expelling the stagnant blood, and a black, mud-like liquid was being squeezed out of his body.

Through his divine sense, Mu Xian could even detect that the impurities in his flesh and bones were being gradually removed, making his muscles more supple and his bones more solid. Even his yuan energy had increased by more than two times.

One joss stick.

Two joss sticks.

Three joss sticks.

The pain continued, and Mu Xian lay on the ground like a lump of mud, his fingers deeply embedded in the ground. He panted heavily, his body convulsing and trembling, occasionally accompanied by a painful cough.

His muscles felt as if they were being scraped by a thousand knives, and as if they were being bitten by countless ants.

Mu Xian gradually forgot about time and pain, focusing only on using his divine sense to control the medicinal forces in his body, repeatedly flushing his meridians.

Until a dull sound echoed in Mu Xian's body, and all his pores opened completely, filling his body with an incredibly comfortable sensation. Mu Xian's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and his pitch-black pupils were as sharp as sword light.

"High-stage Flesh Body Realm. My martial cultivation has advanced from the initial stage of the Flesh Body Realm to the high stage. It seems my meridian problem has been solved." Sensing the surging yuan energy in his body, Mu Xian's face lit up with joy, and he began to use his divine sense to examine his body.

This examination almost made Mu Xian burst out laughing.

The medicinal forces of the seventy-odd spiritual herbs that had accumulated in his body had been completely digested and absorbed, no longer causing any harm to his body.

The meridians that were previously shriveled or blocked had all been unblocked, becoming more than ten times wider, almost two to three times wider than those of ordinary people. In terms of resilience, they were far beyond what ordinary people could achieve.

His muscles and bones had undergone a tremendous transformation, as if they had been tempered a thousand times, with both explosive power and endurance greatly increased.

Mu Xian's originally weak body, which was surrounded by death, and could have died at any moment, was now strong and robust, with blood and vitality surging through him.

"The conflict of medicinal properties has been perfectly resolved, the problem of congenital blocked meridians has been completely eliminated, and even my cultivation realm has been raised by two levels. The pain I endured this time was worth it a thousand times over." Feeling the vibrant life force within his body, Mu Xian's face showed a satisfied smile.

"Ao"

A loud roar suddenly echoed through the ancient forest, startling Mu Xian, who was immersed in extreme joy.

Mu Xian's entire body tensed, and a cold, chilling sensation swept over him, as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake.

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