Sang Qian took the medicine and swallowed it immediately, while Sang Hong frowned and asked, "What about you?"
Sang Qian glanced at Zu'an in the distance: "I have a way."
Sang Hong knew his daughter was always clever, so he was no longer worried. He also took the Jade Marrow Rejuvenation Pill and began to seriously treat his injuries.
However, he had just been injured again, and even with a miraculous medicine, it wouldn't be so easy for him to recover.
Sang Qian walked over to Zu An with her hands behind her back, said nothing, and sat down cross-legged to regulate her breathing.
Zu An frowned and glanced at her: "Did you give the medicine to your brother?"
"Hmm." Sang Qian nodded, without much reaction.
"Why don't you ask me for another one?" Zuan asked curiously.
Sang Qian opened her eyes and slowly replied, "I am already very grateful that you gave me two spiritual medicines. Moreover, you made it clear that you would not give them to my elder brother. I chose to give them to him myself, so I should bear the corresponding price. Naturally, I have no face to ask you for them again."
Zu An clicked his tongue in amazement: "I didn't expect that you, young lady, are just as capable as any man. Your demeanor is far superior to your brother's. Well then, I've always been a chivalrous person, so I'll give you another one."
"This... I'm afraid that's not a good idea." Sang Qian looked troubled, but inwardly she was overjoyed. Sure enough, this guy would soften when he saw a pretty girl.
Zuan laughed and said, "It's alright. We're all in the same boat now, so naturally we have to help each other."
So they gave her another Jade Marrow Rejuvenation Pill.
Sang Qian no longer refused and reached out to take it, saying, "Thank you very much, Brother Zu."
Zuan laughed heartily: "You're too kind, you're too kind."
Seeing Sang Qian's back as she returned to Sang Hong's side, Zu An suddenly realized that he had been tricked by this girl. If she really had no desire for the pills anymore, why would she come to sit and meditate next to him?
However, he wasn't angry. On the contrary, he found it quite interesting that the two siblings, born to the same father, had such different personalities: the older brother was reckless and careless, while the younger sister was incredibly clever and insightful.
He shook his head, no longer thinking about these things, and began to meditate and regulate his breathing. He did not take any healing pills. Firstly, his Primordial Chaos Scripture was constantly circulating and repairing his body, so he did not urgently need healing pills. Secondly, he was currently in a state of serious injury and could trigger the berserk effect of the Phoenix Nirvana Scripture. He was not completely out of danger yet, so it was better to be cautious.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that the fifth magic array of the fifth grade was already lit up by about one-fifth, which he figured must have been transformed recently due to his injury and the beating he had just suffered.
Keep in mind that the fifth magic circle requires a total of one Yuan Qi Fruit, and one-fifth of that is over 400,000, which would be even more if converted into Rage Points.
It seems that being beaten is indeed more efficient than extracting the Qi Fruit. However, what puzzles him is that the amount of cultivation he gains each time he is seriously injured and beaten is different. You know, he was more seriously injured by Mi Li in the secret realm last time, but the amount of cultivation he gained when converted into anger value was not as much.
Could it be that the increase is based on the current cultivation level as a percentage?
Zuan thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what kind of mechanism was behind it.
However, he was still quite glad. Although getting beaten up increased his cultivation level, which was a bit cheap, he could at the same time improve his relationship with his confidante. He had previously used his body to shield Zheng Dan from a fatal attack, which moved the girl to tears.
Not only her, but even Sang Qian, who was standing next to her, looked at her differently.
Just as he was secretly rejoicing, an old voice suddenly rang out: "Who exactly killed my people?"
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