"Phew!" Huang Sanjian exhaled, opened his eyes, and looked at Qin Mu and the others in front of him, his eyes once again showing shock.
Huang Sanjian never imagined that the Six Doors had such a magical thing, where one night of cultivation was equivalent to ten days of cultivation in the past.
Martial artists temper their bodies with spiritual energy. Although their progress in cultivation level is not as obvious as that of Qi cultivators, the benefits to their bodies are self-evident. Most importantly, spiritual energy is purer than physical energy, and tempering it can expel impurities from the body.
A glint flashed in Huang Sanjian's eyes, and he smiled, looking at the three teenagers in front of him with some doubt.
The three teenagers arrived when the formation was activated. Huang Sanjian could tell that the formation was waiting for the three of them when it was activated. As soon as it ended, the three teenagers were escorted away by several guards.
Huang Sanjian's heart skipped a beat, and a hint of shock appeared in his eyes, but he remained calm afterward.
After cultivating for most of the day, the fatigue from ten days of hard work vanished. Feeling the abundant spiritual energy in his dantian, Qin Mu revealed a satisfied smile.
"Huai Dao, what kind of pills did you give those people just now?" Cheng Huaimo asked with a grin, sticking his big head out.
They all knew that Qin Mu had been refining pills for more than ten days and had brought in more than ten cartloads of medicinal herbs. And the things Qin Mu took out were always of good quality, which was why Cheng Huaimo asked about it. After all, the Cheng family would never refuse good things.
The three sons who just left are Li Shimin's eldest son, Li Chengqian, the third son, Li Ge, and the fourth son, Li Tai. Qin Mu originally thought that Li Shimin would not risk letting his sons come to cultivate, but who knew that not only did they come, but all three of them came at once.
Just as the Body Tempering Pills were finished being refined, I gave them three bottles; otherwise, Li Shimin would be unhappy if he found out later.
"Everything has been prepared for you in your respective rooms. You'll see when you get back," Qin Mu said with a slight shake of his head and a smile.
"What is it?" Yuchi Baolin asked curiously, his eyes wide.
"Use it in your room according to the instructions," Qin Mu explained again.
Filled with curiosity, the group returned to their rooms, where they found a large wooden tub, even bigger than the one they used for bathing at home.
The servants from the Six Doors immediately helped bring hot water after they returned.
"Pour all the herbs from the box into the bucket and soak your whole body for two hours." Opening the extra box on the table, Cheng Huaimo read the note inside with curiosity, then examined the four bottles inside the box.
One bottle contained six pills, another bottle contained a liquid, and the other two bottles contained powder. Following Qin Mu's instructions, Cheng Huaimo poured everything from the bottles into the container. Fearing he hadn't emptied them completely, he rinsed them with water from the bucket.
The medicinal herbs, once added to the hot water, turned the clear water into a colorful mess, which looked rather unsettling. Trusting Qin Mu and the others, Cheng Huaimo dismissed the servants and immediately stripped naked, crawling into the tub.
As soon as he entered the tub, Cheng Huaimo couldn't help but grimace. The water was very hot, and the stimulation caused him to involuntarily circulate his inner energy, drawing upon his blood-fiend energy. As a result, he felt as if something in the water was trying to burrow into his body.
They had all experienced using medicinal herbs to regulate their bodies many times, but this was the first time they felt so uncomfortable. Not only did their skin sting, but their bones also felt itchy, making them feel extremely itchy. They wanted to scratch hard, yet also wanted to jump out of the bucket.
However, Qin Mu stipulated that he had to soak for two hours, so Cheng Huaimo could only grit his teeth and persevere, using his internal energy cultivation technique to resist the discomfort and try his best to focus and forget the pain in his body.
When you're focused, you forget everything else. When Cheng Huaimo's mind cleared up, he found that the water in the bucket had gone cold.
It was already late autumn, and even martial artists with strong qi and blood felt a bit cold soaking in the cool water. Cheng Huaimo hurriedly jumped out of the bucket, and the cold air outside made him shiver involuntarily.
After hurriedly drying himself off, Cheng Huaimo froze, his hand holding the towel still. He looked at his arms, then down at his bear-like body, and couldn't help but grin.
Cheng Huaimo clenched his fist, feeling the explosive power surging through his body. He was very satisfied, especially with his now fair arms, which he examined closely.
"I should have put my head in the water!" Cheng Huaimo muttered to himself in annoyance, as he rarely looked in the mirror.
Looking at the already pale sky, Cheng Huaimo quickly put on his clothes, picked up his axe, and went out of the room.
Almost identical, rows of doors opened, and the companions came out one after another.
"Pretty boy, let's have a spar!" Cheng Huaimo challenged, brandishing an axe.
"Hmph! Come on then!" Yuchi Baolin had never shown weakness before. He brandished his halberd and walked over.
Seeing that the two of them were fighting, the others gave up their spot and moved to the side.
Zhang Yi looked around curiously, then grabbed Xi Junmai and asked, "Aren't you all going to look?"
"What's so interesting? Don't they fight every now and then?" Xi Junmai said, looking around with a hint of confusion.
Huang Sanjian watched with great interest, while Qin Mu rubbed his forehead. Fang Yi'ai was more difficult to teach than he had expected. If it was about techniques, he would understand them at a glance, but once it came to the principles and theories, he was completely clueless, let alone reading and writing. Good heavens, no one would believe it if they heard this. This was Fang Xuanling's son, and he was completely illiterate. Not only was he difficult to teach, but he also forgot things easily. He would remember something today, but forget it tomorrow.
"Take your time, no rush!" Princess Changning, who had just arrived at the Six Doors, advised with amusement.
"This guy is one in a million with incredibly strong ribs and sinews. I suspect his brain is full of sinews too, otherwise how could he be so stupid?" Qin Mu frowned and sighed.
“Steel ribs and sinews!” Princess Changning exclaimed.
“That’s right. Before, this guy wasn’t trained, so his bulging veins were hidden by his muscles, and he didn’t attract attention unless you looked closely. But now it’s very obvious,” Qin Mu said.
Sure enough, following Qin Mu's prompting, Princess Changning noticed that Fang Yi'ai had prominent veins on his neck that were much thicker than those of an ordinary person.
"Good heavens! You actually managed to discover such a talent! With his ribs and tendons, he is naturally incredibly strong, with inexhaustible energy and surging blood. Cultivating blood-fiend energy is like an instinct for him," Princess Changning exclaimed.
"I don't see it as an instinct at all. Cheng Huaimo, Yuchi Baolin, Huang Sanjian, and Zhang Yi have all tried to teach him, but he just can't get it right," Qin Mu said, somewhat speechless.
“No way! I heard that my cousin, Prince Zhao, was also tough and muscular, but he learned it in no time. Master Ziyang praised him as a born invincible warrior. And he lived up to expectations. With his double hammers, no one could defeat him. When the thirteen Golden Wolf Kings attacked, seven died and six were injured, bringing more than ten years of peace to the Tang Dynasty.” Princess Changning said with a puzzled but admiring tone.
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