A Qi Blood Pill was swallowed into the abdomen, and in an instant, a vast medicinal power exploded within the body.
Zhong Lin started practicing the "Heavenly Treasure Pile" neither hastily nor slowly. With each variation of the Pile Skill, the immense medicinal power seeped into his limbs and bones.
The sound of muscles and bones rubbing together could be heard, and Zhong Lin could feel his flesh continuously tightening as the Qi Blood Pill in his stomach quickly digested.
"Continue, continue."
From before sunrise until the sun was high in the sky, Zhong Lin stood practicing the stance, repeating those dozens of movements countless times.
He had consumed nearly half a bottle of Qi Blood Pills.
"Hoo!"
"Inhale!"
Breathing heavily, Zhong Lin was extremely exhausted, his Qi-blood nearly depleted. Just as he was about to stop, he felt something move in his heart, sensing something.
"Yongquan."
