Chapter 143 - 128 Elixir

"Now that Yi Hailong has called me out, Bashan Tiger immediately retorted and, placing his hands on his waist, said, ’You have the nerve to talk, when you’re obviously a shameless serpent masquerading as a dragon.’

’Hmph, don’t you know that our Serpent race carries the bloodline of the Dragon Clan in our bodies? If I continue practicing cultivation, one day I will transform into a True Dragon, just like Mr. Bai,’ proclaimed Yi Hailong, full of pride."

’Psh, turn into a True Dragon? Even if you change, you’ll still be nothing but a shameless serpent.’

’How dare you speak to me like that? Don’t forget that the boss also transformed from a serpent.’

’The boss is different. He has passed the Transformation Tribulation and has already transformed into an Innate Taoist Body. How can he be compared to you?’ said Bashan Tiger with a smug look."

’Hmph, I think you’re asking for a beating,’ Yi Hailong raised his fist.

’Bring it on, I’m not scared of you. Just don’t cry when you lose, and definitely don’t go tattling to the boss,’ Bashan Tiger clenched his fists and charged, fighting Yi Hailong in a flurry."

The two of them sparred on the training ground, their movements were exceptionally agile, which even impressed the Tiger King, a Demon King."

’Shouldn’t we stop them?’ the Tiger King asked curiously, for the two seemed to be fighting a battle to the death."

The Little Fox nearby replied with a laugh, ’It’s alright. They actually get along very well; they just felt like fighting.’

The Tiger King watched for a while and also smiled. He noticed that although the two were shouting fiercely, they were actually quite restrained in their blows."

Just then, they saw a figure slowly appearing beside them, dressed in a Daoist Robe, with delicate facial features—it was Lin Fang."

’It’s the senior!’ exclaimed the Tiger King, somewhat surprised."

During the time Lin Fang had swept through the Buddhist Soldiers, the Tiger King had had a brief encounter with him. He spoke with some astonishment, ’This Magical Treasure is actually the senior’s.’

Lin Fang nodded with a smile and asked, ’How are you finding it?’">

But the Tiger King let out a dejected smile and said, ’There’s nothing to get used to. For a broken man like me, having a place to stay is already quite good.’

’Who said you were broken?’ Lin Fang asked, puzzled."

’Senior, there’s no need to comfort me. I know my own body. With my injuries, if I use mana too much in the future, I could risk my body exploding. If that’s not broken, what is?’ The Tiger King said softly, bitterness in his voice."

He was a born warrior; blood and fire were his destiny, and yet now he could only struggle to survive."

Lin Fang smiled upon hearing this and said, ’I’ve examined your injuries before, and they are indeed very serious, even to the point where it has reached your foundation. But it’s not beyond hope.’

At these words, the Tiger King immediately looked up, his eyes bright and piercing as he stared at Lin Fang, ’Are the teacher’s words true?’

’Why would I lie to you? Your injury is indeed difficult to treat from the perspective of the Demon Clan. Most monsters are not enlightened and cultivate purely on instinct, let alone understand alchemy or medicine. This is why it seems difficult to cure.’

Having said that, Lin Fang walked towards a corner of the courtyard, calling over his shoulder, ’Come with me!’

The Tiger King followed Lin Fang curiously through a small door, along a long corridor, until a small courtyard came into view. The air was thick with a rich medicinal fragrance, so potent that just one whiff made the Tiger King feel instantly refreshed, as if even his wounds had somewhat healed.

Of course, that was merely an illusion, born out of the severity of his injuries, making even the slightest bit of recovery feel like a great release to his body.

"What place is this?" the Tiger King asked in surprise.

"My Alchemy Room," Lin Fang said softly.

As he spoke, he pushed open the door. Inside, a Pill Furnace sat quietly on the ground, surrounded by mysterious runes, and the dense fragrance of elixirs filled the air even more.

Next to the wall stood a row of wooden cabinets with many small drawers. These were all the treasures Lin Fang had once looted from the Qionghua Sect, now finally coming in handy.

He skillfully opened a drawer and pulled out an Elixir wrapped in a mystical power.

The Elixir was green throughout, with particularly attractive patterns on it.

With the mystical power removed, an intense fragrance hit them, and the Tiger King was intoxicated by the scent. His body began to heal rapidly upon smelling the Elixir, and he could even visibly see some of the wounds on his body closing up at a fast pace.

"What is this!" the Tiger King, unable to believe his eyes, pointed at the green Elixir, momentarily lost for words.

Lin Fang gave a slight smile, holding up the Elixir in his hand and said, "Qingxuan Good Fortune Pill, an original Elixir recipe from the Human Clan’s Qionghua Sect, able to bring back the dead and knit flesh and bone, it is extremely adept at treating all sorts of internal injuries, a superb treasure for healing."

After speaking, he passed the Elixir to the Tiger King, "Eat it, and the injuries on your body will almost fully recover."

The Tiger King, his hands trembling a bit, eagerly took the Elixir from Lin Fang’s hands and swallowed it without hesitation, not wanting to become a cripple. He would clutch desperately at even a straw if it meant saving his life, let alone an Elixir whose potency he had already experienced. Naturally, he had no doubts whatsoever.

Upon entering the mouth, the Elixir instantly turned into a warm current that flowed into his dantian, circulating through his meridians to his entire body, followed by an unbearable itching sensation.

This terrible feeling made the Tiger King, who had never uttered a sound even in life-and-death battles, involuntarily let out a noise.

But his eyes were full of surprise and delight, for he could feel that as the medicinal power spread, his physical body was healing at an incredibly fast rate, the intense itching was a sign of his flesh knitting together.

Bowing his head, he endured the fierce itching. After a while, he felt a great ease throughout his body and couldn’t help but let out a sound.

He was thoroughly immersed in this unprecedented sensation. One only realizes what they had once it’s lost; having experienced weakness, he treasured his now-recovered healthy body even more.

With a thump, the Tiger King knelt on the ground, and without a word, he kowtowed vigorously, sending thudding noises echoing off the green stone tiles.

"I will never forget this life-recreating grace. I only ask that my senior takes me in and grants me the opportunity to repay this kindness," the Tiger King said with deep and earnest emotion.

Lin Fang gently helped him up; he had taken a liking to the Tiger King, who he had watched grow through the war, noting especially that the Tiger King, despite his arrogance, was without cunning schemes and was a pure warrior.

Moreover, during the recent battle, he had awakened his bloodline, and once he recovered, his future was boundless. Lin Fang certainly wouldn’t mind having such a subordinate.

After all, his enemy was the formidable Buddhist Sect, and it would be difficult to achieve much alone. Only by continuously strengthening his team could he survive in this terrifying world of Journey to the West.