Chapter 165: Laying a Solid Foundation

The turtle pearl was taken from the giant turtle at the bottom of the County Magistrate Lake cave. The essence of hundreds of years of cultivation, except for the demon core, the giant turtle had turned them into spiritual pearls. Since it was for his own use, he naturally couldn't be stingy, so he put a turtle pearl directly into the medicine. As for the origin of the toad venom, it was also extraordinary; it was obtained by the Great National Master Sun Fuping from a purple-gold toad that jumped onto the ship when the walnut boat was walking in the Panlong Desert. To put it plainly, they were also toads, just mutated by the influence of the Great Fang Hu, but they would secrete plasma on their bodies and behind their ears, and drying it into a solid was toad venom.

Sun Fuping knew the goods and took away the useful parts before throwing the two dead purple-gold toads off the ship, not expecting to be robbed by He Chunhua before his death, and the treasures were all cheap for the enemy.

Two jin of earth honey and Imperial Flow Fluid were put into the pot, and the sugar water became thick at once, making it hard to stir with a spoon; five medicinal materials were put in, and the sugar water turned light black and was very turbid.

He Lingchuan didn't pour in the last turtle pearl and toad venom powder until it started to bubble.

It was strange to say, the liquid in the pot was originally black and oily, like mud pit water in a swamp, but as soon as these two things were added, the color actually began to fade, changing from light black to dark brown, light brown...

Finally, it turned into an uneven dark yellow.

"No way, why is it this color?" He Lingchuan held the candle to illuminate the bottom of the pot, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like—

He was unwilling to give up and boiled it for another half cup of tea time, but it just wouldn't change color.

This round of refining was over. Besides, the liquid in the pot was now as thick as maltose, which could be stirred up with chopsticks, and it would burn if boiled any longer.

A-Luo had explained that the better the quality of the Imperial Flow Powder refined, the more beautiful the color; the most successful should be gold, red, or red-gold, and the worst should be dark green. To be honest, the color He Lingchuan finally refined was barely passable.

If A-Luo were here, he might have kicked his pot over.

No way, who let him be a beginner? Of course, the most likely factor was that the quality of the medicinal materials bought from the town was not good.

He Lingchuan took the chopsticks and carefully scraped the medicinal paste from the bottom of the pot.

The dark yellow medicinal paste wrapped around the bamboo chopsticks several times, getting thicker and rounder as it wrapped.

This color, this shape, sigh.

He still had to eat it.

Even if he knew what this thing was, it was embarrassing to eat it; who let him have a cleanliness obsession? He Lingchuan closed his eyes, eat! Hmm? The taste was not bad, quite sweet, and there was no strange smell.

He smacked his lips twice more.

Who would have thought that the cook who was cooking suddenly ran over from the back hall barefoot, holding an iron pot and shouting: "Who is here! Who!"

He got up in the middle of the night and suddenly heard movement here.

"Daring to steal the official's things, you little thief—ah!" The cook's footsteps paused abruptly, but He Lingchuan turned his head subconsciously.

The cook's tone also twisted and rose abruptly: "—It's the eldest young master! Then it's fine."

He said awkwardly, giving He Lingchuan a smile as round as a full moon, and turned his heels to go back.

Just after turning his head, the smile on his face was gone.

What was the eldest young master holding in his hand, and what was stained on his mouth? Had he seen it wrong? Not necessarily, not necessarily, what delicacies hadn't the eldest young master eaten, why did he have to—? But he thought of the dog he had raised at home.

"I am not..." He Lingchuan wanted to explain, but this person's soles seemed to be smeared with oil, and he couldn't call him back, "I didn't..."

Even if he talked until his mouth broke, could people believe him? He could only silently suck the medicinal paste on the chopsticks and get up to return to his room.

Who would have thought that he had only walked halfway when his stomach gurgled, and suddenly a sharp pain made him almost unable to straighten his waist.

Taking effect so, so fast?

But why did it take effect in this aspect? He Lingchuan didn't have time to think more and rushed to the latrine halfway.

Just after squatting down, he channeled energy into his dantian, and with a earth-shattering sound, the birds roosting outside the latrine were almost scared away.

Fortunately, he came in a hurry and left in a hurry; when He Lingchuan stood up, he felt comfortable and light all over, as if he had suddenly lost four or five jin.

Others took Imperial Flow Fluid, including himself when he took Imperial Flow Fluid this morning, and there was a heat flow in their stomachs, wanting to regulate their breath quickly. Why did this Imperial Flow Powder take effect, but the first reaction was to squat in the pit?

One word difference, such a big difference? He Lingchuan couldn't summon the courage to look down, so he hurriedly scooped water to wash his hands and face, and walked back.

Taking a step like this, he felt as if his heels were installed with springs, and he felt like he was floating when walking.

This feeling of being light as a swallow was more comfortable than when he finished regulating his breath this morning, no, it was more comfortable than when he just woke up.

Returning to the room, He Yue had already fallen asleep. I don't know if it was the effect of the Imperial Flow Fluid, but the second brother, who had always been very reserved even when sleeping, was actually snoring slightly today.

He Lingchuan sat on the bed but had no sleepiness; after all, he had only been up for a few hours.

Forget it, let's cultivate for a while.

He got up, took a round straw mat, and sat down in a quiet place.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on him exceptionally gently.

The insect chirping around was much louder than last night, but it couldn't affect him.

He Lingchuan just adjusted his breath and entered meditation, much faster than usual.

This meditation lasted another four hours.

When He Lingchuan opened his eyes again, it was already dawn, and the morning sun shone directly on his face.

Two guards stood outside the courtyard, presumably added to him by He Chunhua to prevent idle people from disturbing him.

Seeing him get up, the guards hurriedly turned around and said: "Congratulations, eldest young master!"

He Lingchuan was about to ask where the joy came from, when a gust of wind blew, and he suddenly smelled a foul, fishy stench, like rotten fish and shrimp rotting on the pier for days and nights.

Although it couldn't compare to the fragrant ball, it was enough to make people avoid it.

For example, these two guards retreated three big steps.

He Lingchuan lowered his head and sniffed, only to confirm that the stench was drifting from his own body.

Pulling open his clothes to look, the skin surface was actually covered with a layer of light black mucus, foul and stinking.

On his arms, arms, and legs, it was everywhere.

Madam Ying happened to pass by, pinched her nose three zhang away, and shouted at him: "It stinks to death. Chuan'er, go bathe quickly, hot water is all ready!"

"Okay."

In the room behind the kitchen, several wooden barrels were lined up, steaming hot.

Just jumping in, the mucus on He Lingchuan's body turned into ink upon entering the water, dyeing most of the barrel of water black at once.

He was helpless and had to change another barrel of water.

After washing five barrels like this, he used soap four times, and used a large hairbrush, before the black oil on his body was completely removed. He Lingchuan soaked in the hot water, feeling every pore on his body open, and the heat circulating in his internal organs, indescribably comfortable.

By the time he finished bathing, washed, and changed clothes, he had the illusion that every cell was full of power, as if he could punch a hole in the sky with one reach.

He Lingchuan knew that this state appeared only when the Imperial Flow Fluid he took truly took effect.

People are pure and flawless when they are born, and then roll in the turbid world of the red dust, the innate spiritual energy dissipates, and the acquired filth slowly accumulates.

The heart accumulates filth, breeding the three corpses.

The body accumulates filth, consuming the origin.

Over time, it is difficult to escape the suffering of illness and old age.

Not to mention the change in state of mind, the first step for a cultivator to enter the hall is to remove acquired filth, so that one can return to a place of purity, which can lay a foundation for future rapid progress.

Many people are stuck in this step because filth reaches the origin, coexisting, and it cannot be removed at all under ordinary conditions.

Besides opening wisdom for the stubborn, the most precious thing about Imperial Flow Fluid is here.

This layer of black mucus being discharged marked that He Lingchuan, with the help of the power of Imperial Flow Fluid, had achieved success in one fell swoop! With the foundation laid, cultivation could be twice the result with half the effort.

He Lingchuan stretched, and his bones creaked, like a string of small firecrackers exploding.

He felt a bit of regret in his heart.

In fact, he rushed to Shuanghe Town last night, and the medicinal materials he bought were of ordinary quality and insufficient age, and the efficacy of the final medicine was limited, and in the end, it all relied on toad venom and turtle pearls to boost his energy.

A-Luo also told him that the medicine recipes developed by Panlongcheng for Imperial Flow Fluid, besides being used for the first time to strengthen muscles and marrow, were most importantly used to catalyze and amplify the efficacy of other spiritual medicines.

What is Imperial Flow Fluid? Its essence is purified heaven and earth spiritual energy, the source of essence for all life in the world. After entering the biological body circulation, it will provide the most comfortable environment for the operation and cultivation of the body.

Originally, whether it was toad venom or turtle pearls, the power contained in them was too abundant for He Lingchuan, almost tyrannical, especially the former which was also highly toxic, and swallowing it directly would likely lead to his meridians bursting and his body exploding. But now he had the protection of Imperial Flow Fluid, and the power of these two was gathered obediently, at least slowly submitting to him in the next three months, truly completing the transformation from external force to his own true energy.

With the amplification and stabilization effect of Imperial Flow Fluid, how many medicine recipes can be made with it, this is actually full of imagination.

He Lingchuan sighed that the most crude Imperial Flow Powder he made had such miraculous effects, so how powerful were the various miraculous medicines made by professional pharmacists in Panlongcheng with Imperial Flow Fluid? It's a pity that it has nothing to do with him. If only he could get the prescription.

Well, actually, the hardest thing to get is Imperial Flow Fluid, right? A chance that comes once in decades, and it just passed like this. I don't know when I will see Imperial Flow Fluid next time.

Speaking of which, why did Panlongcheng have the chance to encounter Imperial Flow Fluid four times in three years? Just pure luck? He Chunhua and others sat in a circle outside the latrine to discuss matters, and were stunned when they saw He Lingchuan pacing over.

Although he maintained his usual sloppiness, his eyes were bright, and his steps were like a tiger, and others didn't dare to get close.

So much so that He Chunhua had a thought: Is this really my son who didn't achieve anything? It's a pity that He Lingchuan broke his image as soon as he opened his mouth: "Late, it seems like I didn't even catch up with lunch?"

After regulating his breath, his stomach also recovered, and now it was growling with hunger.

He Chunhua had no choice but to order his men: "Go get him something to eat."

He Lingchuan sat down on a bamboo chair by himself, and Wu Shaoyi immediately bowed his hands beside him: "Congratulations, eldest young master, the foundation is complete!"

Whether it was cultivation techniques or martial arts, the high threshold that was like a stumbling block, He Lingchuan had already stepped over it. Wu Shaoyi was experienced and saw through it at a glance.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 166 =====