"Yes, it's here."
Qin Shou responded with a smile.
"Chang Sheng, come here. Your master has prepared a medicinal bath for you today."
"A medicinal bath?"
Changsheng walked out of the cemetery. He was 82 years old, and half of his hair and beard had turned white.
The normal lifespan of an ordinary person is sixty years, while a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm only has a lifespan of one hundred and twenty years.
Qin Shou is a Nascent Soul cultivator who has already begun to possess some ability to "seize the creation of heaven and earth." In fact, he is not incapable of forcibly raising the cultivation of the immortal to the Foundation Establishment realm.
However, doing so would be like pulling up seedlings to help them grow; they might grow tall, but their roots would be dead, and they would have no potential to grow any further.
brush!
With a flick of his sleeve, Qin Shou conjured a massive black cauldron in the courtyard.
Splash—
Then, the Qin beast threw the various herbs of different colors and shapes into the cauldron.
Qin Shou spent many years using his Nascent Soul level abilities to calculate and study ancient elixir formulas and other books on alchemy, and finally developed a medicinal bath that was most suitable for cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm.
However, this medicinal bath requires a wide variety of medicinal herbs, and it is only today that all of them have been gathered.
Qin Shou named this medicinal liquid "Nine-Nine Spirit Liquid".
One reason is that this medicinal liquid requires ninety-nine kinds of spiritual herbs and plants to be refined.
Secondly, Qin Shou wanted to use this as a metaphor: he hoped that his disciple could break through to the ninth level of Qi Refining.
Because the Foundation Establishment Realm was something Qin Beast could no longer hope for.
laugh!
A cluster of golden elixir fire ignited at the Qin beast's fingertip.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Shou moved his mind slightly and controlled the flames to begin refining each herb.
Half an hour later, a rich aroma of medicine wafted through the courtyard.
Glug glug!
Inside the pitch-black cauldron, thick, golden liquid was steaming.
"Chang Sheng, take off your clothes, sit inside the cauldron, and circulate the 'Minor Five Elements Technique' to absorb and refine it."
The Qin beast spoke.
"ah!? "
Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "Master, although I lack talent, you... you don't have to boil me, do you?"
With tears welling in his eyes, Changsheng stared resentfully at the Qin beast.
Qin Shou rolled his eyes. "Alright, stop joking around and hurry up and go inside."
"Yes, Master."
Changsheng quickly took off his clothes. "Master, please don't peek. Although I'm old, I still have a lot of muscles. I'm afraid you'll feel inferior if you see me like this."
￣□￣｜｜
Qin Shou was instantly speechless.
What's wrong with this immortality?
In recent years, he's noticed that the other person has become increasingly frivolous with age...
"ah........."
As soon as Changsheng entered the cauldron, he let out a shrill howl.
It was like slaughtering a pig.
"Master, it hurts so much~"
Chang Sheng's eyebrows and eyes twisted instantly, his teeth clenched, and his fists clenched so tightly they made a cracking sound.
His whole body and shoulders were trembling. An immense and uncontrollable medicinal power rushed into his limbs and bones, cleansing his internal organs and causing blood to seep from his seven orifices.
"Chang Sheng, endure it."
Qin Shou stood in front of the cauldron and said in a deep voice, "Your physique is weak, your meridians are blocked, and you are cultivating a pseudo-spiritual root of the five elements. This cauldron of medicinal liquid is intended to slowly clear your blocked meridians and open up your closed acupoints, in the hope of slightly improving your physique."
If you can endure it, it will be of great benefit to you.
Moreover, the path of cultivation requires enduring what ordinary people cannot. If you can't even endure this little bit of pain, how can you talk about achieving immortality?
"Yes, Master."
Chang Sheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth as he desperately circulated the "Minor Five Elements Technique" to refine the medicinal power within the cauldron.
He knew that he had extremely poor aptitude. Over the years, his master had gone to great lengths for him, but he had not even broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
He, the senior disciple of the Backing Sect, didn't even have one-thousandth of the power of his junior brothers and sisters.
He didn't want to disappoint his master, nor did he want to disappoint himself.
Half an hour later.
The state of immortality continued, with blood mist emanating from every pore of his body, a truly shocking sight.
Qin Shou took a deep breath as he watched this scene.
The Nine-Nine Elixir needs to be soaked nine times, each time for nine days, for a total of eighty-one days.
This is just the beginning.
He didn't know if Changsheng could survive.
Actually, as long as he can get through the first course of treatment, his body will be able to adapt to the rest.
Qin Shou's eyes showed a mixture of worry and helplessness.
Changsheng's physique is extremely poor, his talent and aptitude are also extremely bad, and he cultivates a pseudo-spiritual root of the five elements... It can be said that even if Qin Shou were to find someone with even worse aptitude than Changsheng, it would probably be very difficult to find one now.
"Hopefully, in three months, Changsheng will be able to successfully improve his physique and raise his cultivation level to the ninth level of Qi Refining."
Qin Shou whispered.
.........
"Master, the geese are back!"
Soon it was noon, and Yicheng and the others returned with today's food.
Qin Shou looked at Yi Cheng and suddenly became curious. He pulled her into the simulated trial space, wanting to test Yi Cheng's current combat strength.
After a dozen or so breaths, Qin Shou exited the simulated trial space, having a general idea of what was going on.
Currently, Yi Cheng is at the eighth level of the Golden Core stage and has completed the thirteenth stage of the [Overlord Divine Technique]. Yi Cheng has also cultivated to the first stage of the Great Perfection realm and is now able to control his monstrous strength at will.
A single punch unleashed a terrifying force equivalent to tens of millions of units of strength.
With the support of the Heaven and Earth Law, he now possesses the combat power to directly fight against a fifth-level Nascent Soul cultivator.
Qin Shou estimated that if a Nascent Soul Ninth Level cultivator was not careful, his golden body would be shattered by a single punch from Yi Cheng, and he would be sent to his death with two punches.
After all, that's a huge amount of effort!
Even a Nascent Soul cultivator standing there would be in serious trouble if they were punched a few times.
"It's time to refine the Hercules Pill for her."
Qin Shou thought to himself.
After lunch, Yi Cheng wanted to go to sleep, but Qin Shou dragged her back.
Qin Shou took out a large cauldron and spent two full hours refining a powerful spiritual liquid, which could help Yi Cheng temper his physical body and strengthen his physique.
"Yi Cheng, come quickly to the pot!"
"Master, we don't want the goose. Geese aren't stupid; what if they get cooked in the pot?"
"Don't worry, it won't be cooked. Once you're inside, just start circulating your cultivation technique to absorb the medicinal power from the liquid."
"No, goose."
"Yi Cheng, be a good girl."
Qin Shou grabbed an orange collar.
Yi Cheng burst into tears.
“Wow??(?′(00)`?)?? Master, do you not want the goose anymore?”
"Qiuqiu is so tender, don't cook the goose anymore. Next time, maybe the goose will eat less rice, okay?"
Thump!
Qin Shou threw Yi Cheng directly into the cauldron.
Thump! Thump!
"Master, Master, hurry and pull the goose up! It's going to be cooked!"
Yi Cheng struggled to swim inside the cauldron, trying to climb out.
Bang!
With a flick of his sleeve, Qin Shou conjured a large black pot out of thin air, covering the cauldron.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Yi Cheng kept pounding the big black pot with his fist, making a series of earth-shattering noises.
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