A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 209 Rock Coffin
Duan Rong returned to Liulu, took paper and pen, and sat in the pavilion.

He began to conceive and tackle the problem of drug permeability.

Duan Rong first made additions and adjustments based on the medicinal tonic prescription for the fourth level of Inner Breath Realm given to him by Xiao Zongting!

He wrote something on the paper from time to time, but would cross it out after a brief thought.

Duan Rong was lost in thought, and occasionally he would pick up the bright yellow rose beside the stone table and sniff it. The fragrance of the rose in midsummer was refreshing and could relieve the boredom of contemplation.

Duan Rong pondered the plan over and over again in the pavilion until dusk when he finally finalized it.

Duan Rong looked at the prescription scribbled all over the paper, and various notes written underneath. He couldn't help but smile. He was 80% sure that this prescription would work!
Duan Rong folded the paper and put it into the inner pocket of his lapel. He glanced at the sky. It was almost dusk and it was time for Huaying Tower to open.

When Shen Ping left, he left behind three bottles of medicine, and one bottle was for Hu Huanhuan.

When Duan Rong arrived at Huaying Tower, it had just opened.

Duan Rong handed the bottle to Hu Huanhuan and told her about Shen Ping's plan and his last words.

After listening to this, Hu Huanhuan remained silent for a long time, and his eyes suddenly lost their luster.

Duan Rong knew that the relationship between Shen Ping and Hu Huanhuan was far more complicated than that of ordinary lovers. He didn't know how to comfort them. After explaining everything, he hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Duan Rong left Huaying Tower and went to the herbal medicine shop first, where he bought some herbs needed to make medicinal soup. He carried more than ten bags, large and small, and returned to Liulu.

Duan Rong returned to Liulu, but did not start to boil the medicine immediately, because he had to wait for the early market at the slaughterhouse tomorrow morning before all the ingredients were ready.

Duan Rong put the large and small bags of herbs into the house, and then began to stand in the courtyard. He stood until midnight before going to bed.

The next morning, Duan Rong got up at daybreak. After washing up in the courtyard, he went to the street to buy a few buns. He ate while walking towards the slaughterhouse in the south city.

Duan Rong bought fresh cow blood, a bloody dog skin that had just been peeled off, and some animal offal at the slaughterhouse.

Duan Rong carried these bloody things back to West Street and bought a large casserole from the porcelain shop on the corner.

Duan Rong held the casserole, put those things in the casserole, and walked back to Liu Lu.

Duan Rong returned to Liulu and started to make medicine.

He first cleaned up the bloody things, then fried the herbs to be processed, then lit a fire in the stove in the courtyard and placed the large casserole on it.

The water in the large casserole boiled, and Duan Rong put the cleaned dog skin in first, and boiled it over high heat...

After the herbs were cooked, Duan Rong poured the cooked herbs, including the soup and herbs, into the casserole containing the dog skin.

Simmer like this for another hour, adding water several times during the process.

Seeing that the medicinal soup had changed color, Duan Rong added the cow's blood and animal offal into it.

After that, I fried a few more herbs, and when the casserole was almost cooked, I added the soup from the fried herbs into it.

After another two hours, the medicinal soup in the large casserole had become quite thick, but it was emitting a faint green color and was slowly bubbling... It looked really strange...

“Is this stuff really drinkable?”

Duan Rong frowned and looked at the soup in front of him, a little hesitant.

Although he deduced the plan based on Shen Ping's medical insights and vast knowledge after he devoured the weapon spirit in his brain.

Moreover, the operation was carried out strictly according to the deduced steps, so there should be no problem.

However, Duan Rong looked at the pot of soup which looked a bit creepy and was afraid to eat it.

Duan Rong hesitated for a long time. He felt that he had worked so hard to come up with this, he couldn't just throw it away without giving it a try.

I have to give it a try to see how effective the medicine is. Duan Rong scooped a little from the green soup with a wooden spoon. He encouraged himself and prepared himself mentally for a while before finally putting the soup into his mouth.

Duan Rong had already thought it through. If it was poisonous, he would first take a pill from the bottle of medicine left by Shen Ping to stabilize the toxicity, and then start to detoxify himself.

With his current attainments in poisons, unless it is poinsettia, he can now cure even the corpse poison that was previously said to be incurable.

Although he comforted himself in this way, when Duan Rong brought the green soup to his mouth, for some reason, the scene of Pan Jinlian feeding Wu Dalang arsenic emerged in his mind.

After swallowing the medicine, Duan Rong immediately stood up in the courtyard and practiced the Hunyuan Posture. He then released his spiritual consciousness and penetrated his body to carefully explore whether the medicine could solve the problem of drug penetration during the circulation of internal energy.

A quarter of an hour later, Duan Rong suddenly opened his eyes and his face lit up with joy.

"Don't judge soup by appearance!"

Duan Rong walked to the big casserole, drank three large spoonfuls of it, and then stood up again to practice the Hunyuan Posture.

While Duan Rong was standing in the Hunyuan Stance, his external consciousness also penetrated his body and continued to observe the circulation of internal energy in the meridians.

The drug permeability problem has been completely solved.

The medicinal power can also penetrate into some thin meridians densely and flow into the internal energy continuously.

An hour later, Duan Rong stood up after dispersing his internal energy. According to his comparison and estimation, this dark green soup increased the speed of his internal energy cultivation by nearly one third!

Even more terrifying than he expected!
After an hour, the three spoonfuls of soup had been basically consumed by the body. Duan Rong walked into the kitchen and took out a rather large black pottery bowl.

Duan Rong picked up the large casserole, filled himself with a bowl, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Then Duan Rong continued to stand in the courtyard like crazy, and he stood until midnight.

Duan Rong was sweating all over, but he felt very happy in his heart. He took off all his clothes, drew cool water from the well, poured it over his head, and then immediately rubbed his whole body with soap nuts.

Duan Rong took a cold shower, the heat dissipated, and he lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Duan Rong stood in the same posture madly for three days in a row until he finished drinking the whole pot of dark green soup. Duan Rong checked his internal breath and felt that it had indeed become a little stronger.

Duan Rong boiled a large pot of soup again...

One day, at noon, the sky was cloudless and the wind was gentle.

Xiangu County, on Gushan Mountain, thirteen miles north of the city, under a steep cliff.

Gushan, as its name suggests, is a solitary peak, unlike Wild Boar Mountain which is a continuous mountain range!
The east, north and west sides of Gushan are steep, and only the south slope is gentle.

Except for the occasional visitor on the south slope, the other three sides are deserted.

Especially the northern cliff here is so steep that it makes the birds and monkeys mourn!

Duan Rong was standing on the cliff at this time, looking up, he saw the isolated peak and the sheer cliff, with no birds in sight!

Duan Rong suddenly drew out his oxtail knife, leaped forward, and infused his internal energy into cutting through a protruding rock wall at the bottom of the cliff.

The oxtail knife was sharp, and the fierce inner breath moved with the blade. Although the mountain was made of granite, a large piece of rock was still separated from the mountain by Duan Rong with a smooth cut surface.

Then Duan Rong jumped up and down like a rabbit, his body floating in the air, infusing his internal energy with the oxtail knife in his hand, and moved up and down around the large rock cut from the mountain.

Not long after, Duan Rong had shaved the large stone into a rectangular shape like a coffin.

Looking at the large rock coffin in front of him, Duan Rong sheathed his sword, his eyes flickering.

(End of this chapter)