Martial Arts: My talent multiplier increased

The morning of the fourth day in the secret realm.

The cold light of the underground forest had just begun to illuminate the scene.

Fang Yuan sat cross-legged in the sheltered cave.

On the flat stone slab in front of them were Crimson Flame Flowers and several auxiliary medicinal herbs.

Double the comprehension.

The fiery poison of the Crimson Flame Flower was precisely extracted, and its medicinal structure was broken down into an extremely clear framework in the mind.

The original recipe has removed the Blazing Sun Grass.

Increase the purification temperature by half a level.

Fang Yuan precisely controlled the air intake of the firewood under the stone pot using four times his standing meditation skills, keeping the fire burning perfectly.

Three boilings and two quenchings.

The medicinal liquid of the Crimson Flame Flower was as viscous as magma, seeping little by little into the embryo of the Yangyan Pill.

Tie Meng sat at the cave entrance, munching on dry rations.

He doesn't know how to make medicine.

But he understood the way Fang Yuan controlled the heat with his hands.

There wasn't a single unnecessary tremor; the bending and straightening of each finger was as precise as if measured with a ruler.

These are the hands that beat the Zhao twins into a pulp yesterday.

These are the same hands that are now pinching the fine, hair-like roots and stems of medicinal herbs.

monster.

Tie Meng made up his mind.

He swallowed the last bite of dry food and decided that from now on he would even sleep with one eye open, and he absolutely could not make this kid unhappy.

Half an hour later.

The water in the stone pot has been completely boiled away.

Fang Yuan lifted the pot lid.

Three dark red pills lay quietly at the bottom of the pot.

There was no pungent burnt smell, only a rich, almost tangible, pure yang medicinal aroma.

The potency of the medicine is at least 40% higher than that of the original Yangyan Dan.

Fang Yuan put the three pills into a small tin medicine bottle and tightened the cork.

He tucked it into his arms and placed it close to his skin.

Just then.

Fang Yuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

At the edge of the twice-stronger soul perception network, thirty feet away.

The air temperature dropped precipitously.

This is not a natural climate change.

Water vapor condenses in mid-air, turning into tiny ice crystals that fall downwards.

An extremely chaotic fluctuation of qi and blood was transmitted along with the cold air.

The source of the fluctuations is much farther away.

But Fang Yuan had only ever seen that bone-chilling coldness emanating from one person.

Lin Qingxue.

Fang Yuan's mind instantly began to simulate a sand table scenario.

Yesterday by the pool, she single-handedly killed a demonic beast at the peak of the Bone Refining Realm.

That kind of fighting style, which forcibly suppresses one's cultivation level and excessively utilizes internal energy, will inevitably disrupt the balance within the body.

The cold symptoms could no longer be suppressed.

This was expected.

Now is the best time to intervene.

Fang Yuan stood up.

"Walk."

Without asking any further questions, Tie Meng grabbed his iron arm guards and followed.

Following the direction of the spreading cold air, the two quickly advanced towards the valley on the northwest side.

Valley.

The water has completely frozen.

Even the rocks and bushes on the shore were covered with a thick layer of white frost.

Lin Qingxue knelt on a flat bluestone.

He gripped the stone surface tightly with both hands.

The hem of the white dress was already frozen.

Her once beautiful and refined face was now completely devoid of color.

A layer of pale blue ice crystal patterns spread up from her neck, crawling along her jawline towards the corner of her eye.

Extremely painful.

But she didn't utter a single groan of pain.

Only the rapid, broken breathing echoed in the cold air.

An old servant with gray hair and beard stood beside him.

The old servant had a withered face and wore an inconspicuous gray robe.

However, the aura emanating from him was terrifyingly solid.

Peak of the Bone Refining Realm.

Like Lin Qingxue, he also suppressed his cultivation level.

But at this moment, the unfathomable old servant's hands trembled like withered leaves in the wind.

He took out a jade-colored medicine bottle from his pocket.

Pull out the stopper and pour out a white pill.

The bottom of the bottle is empty.

"Miss, there's only one left."

The old servant's voice betrayed his barely concealed panic.

Lin Qingxue struggled to raise her hand and swallow the pill.

The medicinal effects dissipated.

The icy patterns on her face stopped spreading.

But it only stopped.

There is no sign of it abating.

The forces of hot and cold were locked in a fierce tug-of-war within her meridians.

The old servant stared intently at Lin Qingxue's face.

"At this rate of attacks, he won't last until the seventh day."

His hand gripped the empty medicine bottle tightly.

"This old servant will lead you out of the secret realm. The elders outside will have a solution—"

"No."

Lin Qingxue gritted her teeth and stood up.

His body was trembling slightly, but his back was straight.

There was no fear in those clear, transparent eyes.

There is only one kind of cold-blooded examination of one's own limits.

"The core area isn't open yet. I won't leave until I get the Beast God's essence blood."

The old servant was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.

"But your body—"

"Someone's coming."

Lin Qingxue interrupted him.

The old servant suddenly turned his head.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, fixed intently on a huge rock at the entrance of the valley.

In fact, he had already noticed it.

But I was too preoccupied with Lin Qingxue to pay attention to her.

Fang Yuan emerged from behind the boulder.

There was no deliberate attempt to lighten the pace.

Open and honest.

Tie Meng lagged behind him by half a step, watching the old servant warily.

The old servant's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt the moment he saw Fang Yuan.

People from Liangshui City?

Mid-stage Bone Refining Realm?

How dare a lackey of this level get so close?

Lin Qingxue's gaze also fell on Fang Yuan.

It was as cold as a stone at the bottom of a body of water.

She recognized the person.

I saw it at the entrance, and also yesterday by the pond.

"Liangshui City, Fang Family."

Fang Yuan stopped three zhang away from the two of them.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

Neither overbearing nor overbearing.

There was no small talk, no self-promotion.

He took the tin medicine bottle directly from his pocket.

Pull out the cork.

A rich, pure yang medicinal aura instantly broke through the frost in the valley.

Fang Yuan stepped forward and placed the medicine bottle on a protruding rock.

Then return to your original position.

"Pure yang medicinal properties. Suppresses internal cold."

Eight characters.

Not a single extra word was said.

The old servant's eyes widened suddenly.

He stared intently at the unassuming tin medicine bottle.

Decades of experience in using medicine allowed him to make a judgment the instant he smelled the medicine.

The purity of this medicine is ridiculously high.

He flashed and appeared beside the rock like a ghost, grabbing the medicine bottle.

He poured out a dark red pill.

I took a careful sniff.

The old servant suddenly looked up at Fang Yuan.

The look in their eyes was no longer filled with wariness and disdain.

It was shocking.

Even the top alchemists in the county town might not be able to produce a pure yang pill of this caliber.

How could a boy from Liangshui City have that?

But he didn't have time to think about it.

He turned around and handed the pill to Lin Qingxue.

"Miss, it's not poisonous. The medicine is extremely potent."

Lin Qingxue glanced at Fang Yuan.

He took the pill and swallowed it.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The icy patterns spreading across her skin, like spring snow meeting the blazing sun, began to fade instantly.

The purplish-blue lips warmed up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The entire process took less than ten breaths.

The violent cold energy in the meridians was forcibly suppressed by an extremely domineering yet gentle flow of heat.

The effect was at least twice as good as the special pills she brought herself.

Lin Qingxue let out a long breath.

The white, cold mist dissipated in the air.

She stood up straight.

The flow of Qi and blood has returned to normal.

The way she looked at Fang Yuan changed.

The "cold stone" has faded, replaced by a hint of scrutinizing curiosity.

She was well aware of how serious her cold-related illness was.

Any medicine that can suppress the ailment with a single pill is no ordinary product.

"What's your name?"

"Fang Yuan."

"Fang Yuan."

Lin Qingxue repeated those two words in her mouth.

Then, she said something that neither the old servant nor Tie Meng expected.

"You're going to the core area too?"

Tie Meng nearly bit his tongue off in the back.

This woman killed a peak Bone Refining Realm demonic beast yesterday without batting an eye, but now she's actually taking the initiative to talk to a mid-Bone Refining Realm cultivator?

Fang Yuan did not show any sign of being flattered.

He nodded.

"cooperate."

Lin Qingxue's tone remained indifferent, but the lines at the corners of her mouth relaxed slightly.

She is not a fool.

The fact that the other party brought out this life-saving medicine at this critical juncture is definitely not out of kindness.

These are the chips.

"condition?"

Lin Qingxue asked.

Fang Yuan looked at her.

"I still have two of these pills on me."

Fang Yuan pointed to the tin medicine bottle.

"And—I know when the stone gate in the core area will open, Shi Potian's personnel deployment, and his combat weaknesses."

The old servant's pupils suddenly contracted.

Shi Potian.

That monster in Blackrock City.

They had gathered intelligence before entering the secret realm and knew how troublesome this person was.

Fang Yuan actually knew his plans and weaknesses?

Lin Qingxue did not speak.

She looked at Fang Yuan.

The cold wind in the valley blew her white skirt.

Fang Yuan met her scrutiny with calm eyes.

There was no backing down, no pandering.

It's purely a trading posture.

The old servant held the tin medicine bottle in his hand, his thumb unconsciously rubbing against the bottle wall.

Lin Qingxue's gaze shifted from Fang Yuan's face to the gray-blue Fang family token at his waist.