“Rip~”
Wu Meng tore open the bag containing the poison.
She dumped it all into the newly delivered jar.
Then she picked up a heavy pestle nearby.
She shoved it directly into the mouth of the jar.
Suddenly, she felt her hand sink.
It seemed like something in the jar had bitten onto the end of the pestle.
The experienced girl didn’t need to think to know it was a snake causing trouble.
The girl didn’t even look, but wiped the sweat from her brow.
She gripped the pestle tightly and smashed it down into the jar.
“Donk~” A dull sound echoed.
“Ugh~” A groan seemed to come from the bamboo building nearby.
Wu Meng pulled out the pestle. It was covered in blood and exuded an alluring fragrance.
It was the residue from the shattered venom sac of the poisonous snake.
She carefully scraped off the poisoned blood and collected it in another jar.
Then she continued to wield the heavy pestle.
“Donk~ Donk~ Donk~”
Each strike was more forceful than the last.
Soon, the poison in the jar had turned into a puddle of mush.
“Puchi~ Puchi~ Puchi~”
The pestle was sticky, the blood and flesh of the poison mixed with the blood, clinging to it.
Every strike felt like walking through mud.
Both sticky and slippery.
At the same time, a strange smell, a mix of pungent poison and a refreshing fragrance, wafted out.
It formed a straight column of smoke in mid-air, slowly rising into the sky.
Wu Meng quickly covered the jar.
She opened her mouth wide and swallowed the smoke column in large gulps.
As she circulated her Qi, her face displayed a variety of colors: red, green, white, blue, and purple.
After a while, the smoke column was swallowed completely.
She felt the flow of her True Qi, a flush appeared on her face.
Then she looked greedily at the jar.
She lifted the cover, grabbed the pestle, and smashed it into the jar with even more force.
...
Chen Tai rolled off the bed.
He sat cross-legged on the floor of the bamboo building.
He circulated his Qi, breathed, tempered his blood…
The pure Yin Qi from Su Su’s body was drawn in by his spell.
It first flowed through his meridians into his Dantian.
Then it transformed into streams of pure Qi, rising from his Dantian.
All of Chen Tai’s pores closed instantly.
“Those who achieve Fetal Breathing can breathe without their mouths or noses, as if they were still in the womb.”
Fetal Breathing and pregnant Qi were the first hurdle to reaching the path of immortality.
If a mortal from this world were to practice, they would need to first breathe, then practice their stances, postures, and cultivate still meditation, blending with heaven and earth.
Only then could they use one of the “Three Fetal Breathing Techniques,” namely the “Dan Lu Style,” the “Heavenly Phoenix Style,” and the “Navel Yin Style,” and slowly step onto the path of immortality.
But Chen Tai had studied in the world of immortals and demons.
In terms of cultivation experience, there was probably no one in this world more knowledgeable than him.
He started directly with the highest level of Fetal Breathing.
He inwardly inspected his Lower Dantian, guiding his spirit into the Qi, Qi encasing the spirit from the outside.
He blended the Yin Qi drawn from Su Su with his own cultivated Yang Qi, tempering the union of spirit and Qi.
With the help of this pure Yin Qi, what would normally take half a year to a year, was achieved in this short span.
When Chen Tai held his breath and closed his orifices, he felt the Yin and Yang Qi rotating endlessly within his body.
Soon, a spiritual consciousness was born from the depths of his mind, transforming into a ray of light that shone in his ancestral aperture.
Then stillness gave birth to movement, his entire body's vitality converged towards his Lower Dantian, forming a ball of True Qi, contained within his Crimson Palace.
A while later, his entire body started to pulsate, like popping beans, exploding repeatedly, creating a cacophony on his body, opening his closed apertures.
Streams of white smoke billowed out from his body.
And in his mouth, saliva formed more and more, sweet and fragrant.
He abruptly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fragrant liquid, but it didn't land on the ground, instead, it floated upwards, merging into the white smoke.
The white smoke gradually transformed into a light blue color, gathering into a cloud that swirled above his head, refusing to dissipate.
Chen Tai felt a sense of complete comfort, the small wounds that the "Blood煞Secret Classic" could not heal were all repaired.
A feeling of being completely free from illness welled up inside him.
“Hahaha!”
Chen Tai laughed out loud, then he took a deep breath.
He inhaled the blue cloud above his head into his abdomen.
Immediately, his face filled with healthy blood color, radiating a healthy, rosy glow from within.
At this moment, Chen Tai’s ears twitched.
He turned his head to look.
Su Su, clutching a thin blanket, with tear-stained cheeks, huddled in a corner of the room.
But the expressions on her face, originally a mix of pain, joy, bewilderment, and grievance, had been replaced by surprise.
Seeing Chen Tai look at her.
Su Su hugged the thin blanket even tighter.
But the movement of her body seemed to have pulled at some wound, her brows furrowed slightly, but she stubbornly refused to cry out.
Her lips were tightly pressed together, devoid of any color.
Facing Chen Tai's gaze, her hands instinctively twisted together, her body trembling slightly.
Her eyes darted back and forth, unsure where to look.
But subconsciously, her eyes fell on Chen Tai, wandering up and down his body.
“Hey~”
Chen Tai chuckled.
“I was so focused on cultivating that I forgot about you.”
He thought for a moment.
He simply exhaled a puff of white smoke from his mouth.
It landed directly on Su Su's face.
Immediately, the woman's expression relaxed.
Evidently, the pain in her body had subsided.
Her originally pale complexion also flushed with rosy color.
“When... when are you going to treat my sister?”
Su Su asked.
Chen Tai couldn't help but marvel, truly sisterly love.
He turned his head to the other side.
He met another pair of beautiful, delicate eyes.
Zhao Zi Ying, at some point, had also turned her head, looking this way.
Chen Tai waved his hand.
“No rush, no rush, let me stabilize my state, then I'll draw a few talismans.”
“It will be within these two days.”
...
Yellow paper talismans, wolf hair brushes, cinnabar, honey, castor oil, sulfur, and ink made from the blood of various poisons.
They were all laid out before Chen Tai.
The Three Sides Slope was the territory of the Buddhist sect and the primitive witchcraft religion.
Whether those so-called "masters" and "witches" had real magical powers or abilities, let's leave that aside for now.
But their control over faith was very strict.
Chen Tai had to get these things, so he specifically had Bazigo find someone to buy them in Longguo.
He didn't know how many hands they passed through, and how much he was ripped off for.
Anyway, what was brought back was not high-grade stuff.
But thankfully, in this era of diminishing spiritual energy, the difference between high-grade and low-grade goods wasn't that big.
It mainly depended on Chen Tai’s ability.
He had Su Su grind the ink on the side.
Chen Tai calmed his mind and spirit, and began to write with a flourish.
The moment he lifted his brush, a spiritual energy flowed through the brush tip onto the yellow paper talisman.
“Pop~” A soft sound echoed.
The wolf hair brush snapped in two.
But the talisman shone with a layer of light.
“It finally worked.”
Chen Tai stared contentedly at the "Five Poisons Detoxification Talisman."
He handed it to Su Su.
“Go, boil a pot of water, soak it in the water, and give it to your sister.”
“One talisman can be used for a month, after you use up the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang, the poison addiction on your sister will be eradicated.”
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