prynovel Chapter 116 Qi Condensation Pill
Chapter 116 Qi Condensation Pill
The Quan family's storehouse is located directly north of the martial arts training ground, in a separate small building made of bluestone, with walls covered with densely engraved restriction patterns.
Every line was denser and deeper than the iron chains in the Zou family dungeon.
The steward guarding the vault verified the elder's token before slowly pushing open the heavy stone door.
Inside the door were rows of sandalwood shelves that reached all the way to the roof, filled with porcelain bottles, jade boxes, and iron boxes.
The air was filled with an extremely strong medicinal fragrance, mixed with a very faint, stale metallic rust smell.
That was the unique aura of the demon beast materials after they had been preserved in the restriction for many years.
Lin Mu's gaze swept across the rows of porcelain vases, finally landing on a familiar label.
Qi and Blood Pill.
"I want some Qi and Blood Pills."
"All offerings will be replaced with Qi and Blood Pills."
He turned around, his tone more serious than before.
Since the cocoon of qi formed in the dantian, it has been consuming qi and blood every moment, and the little stock in the porcelain bottle has long been depleted.
Upon hearing this, Elder Quanxin coughed lightly.
"Cough cough."
He stroked his beard.
"We, the members of the Quan family, do not use Qi and Blood Pills."
"Those are items distributed to independent cultivators in the outer city."
"This is a Qi Condensation Pill, which is more than ten times more potent than a Qi and Blood Pill."
Lin Mu's eyes lit up.
If one can take Qi Condensation Pills for a long period of time, the cocoon layer can expand much faster.
Elder Quanxin took a tiny jade bottle from the shelf.
The bottle was translucent, and six dark blue pills could be seen lying inside.
Each pill is about the size of a thumbnail, and there are very faint and fine lines flowing on the surface of the pill.
One Qi Condensation Pill is equivalent to the medicinal power of more than a dozen Qi and Blood Pills.
Lin Mu's offerings for three months were equivalent to six Qi Condensation Pills.
"I haven't collected last month's payment yet."
Quan Feng suddenly reached out and took another bottle of Qi Condensation Pills from the shelf, stuffing it directly into Lin Mu's hand.
The jade bottle felt heavy in my hand, and there were at least four or five more pieces inside.
Elder Quan Xin's eyes twitched slightly, and his lips moved as if he was about to say something, but when his gaze swept over the swallow-shaped pendant at Quan Feng's waist, he held back.
So be it.
The favor bestowed by the master weapon forger is far more valuable than a few Qi Condensation Pills.
Lin Mu put the jade bottle into his sleeve pocket.
It feels heavy in your hand, and the bottle still retains the warmth of Quan Feng's palm.
He cupped his hands in greeting to Elder Quanxin, then turned and walked out.
He wanted to go back and test the effects of the Qi Condensation Pill.
Just as Quan Feng was about to follow, Elder Quan Xin stopped him.
"You stay."
"Continue to familiarize yourself with the complete form of the Golden-winged Phoenix."
"I almost hurt someone because I didn't retract my wings properly."
Quan Feng watched Lin Mu's departing figure, shrugged helplessly, and obediently stayed behind.
Lin Mu did not stop walking after leaving the Quan residence.
The Qi Condensation Pill in his sleeve still carried the warmth of Quan Feng's palm, while the Qi Cocoon in his dantian was already somewhat impatient.
He was in a hurry to return to Xianzong to test the medicine's effects.
As he passed through the first alley, he recalled the changes in his boxing techniques that day;
As he passed through the second alley, he was estimating how many cocoons the Qi Condensation Pill could form on various parts of his body;
As he passed through the third alley, he paused slightly, his eyes narrowing.
Someone was following me.
It wasn't that the footsteps were too loud, it was that they were too light.
It was so light it seemed deliberately suppressed, which made it appear unnatural in the noisy streets.
Lin Mu continued walking forward, then suddenly turned right at the next alleyway.
The moment he turned the corner, he activated his Golden Wing Technique, causing a humming sound in his dantian. At the same time, two beads of qi and blood on the soles of his feet were activated, and he silently leaped onto the roof like a swallow skimming the water.
The tiles made a soft thud underfoot and then fell silent.
He lay in the shadow of the roof ridge, like a stone growing on the roof.
A moment later, a servant in a gray robe poked his head out from the alley entrance.
He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a thin build, and his robe had a very faint and fine three-line claw mark embroidered on the corner.
It's exactly the same as the one Meng Changqing drew on the signboard of the beef noodle shop in Heyuan.
The servant circled the alley twice but couldn't find a soul. He stamped his foot, muttered something under his breath, and turned to walk into another alley.
Lin Mu lay prone on the rooftop, silently rising and falling with the wind-stepping technique, trailing far behind him.
The servant walked through two narrow alleys and stopped in front of an inconspicuous old house.
The house is sandwiched between two abandoned houses. There is no plaque above the door, only a small copper plaque nailed to the door frame.
The bronze plaque is engraved with a vertical, spindle-shaped animal eye, the pupil of which is a coiled serpentine curve, with a seven-pointed star embedded in the center, each point of which is engraved with extremely fine, dense, and ancient patterns.
The beast's eyes are surrounded by scale-like patterns.
The left half circle represents scales, and the right half circle represents feathers. The scales are finely layered like snake scales, while the feathers are elegant and sharp like peacock feathers.
Its base color is jet black, and its patterns are dark gold. It doesn't gleam at all in the afternoon sunlight, yet it makes anyone who looks at it feel a sudden tremor in their heart.
The servant walked to the door and whispered to the guard.
The guard was a middle-aged man at the early stage of the Transformation Realm, with a short knife at his waist. He leaned against the door frame, his tone carrying a hint of disdain and complaint.
"They're really alert; I lost them."
"I really don't know what the higher-ups are thinking."
"Lin Mu is just at the Transformation Realm; we can just send someone at the Core Formation Realm to take him down."
The guard scoffed.
"The higher-ups are currently preoccupied with the Zou family's affairs. I heard that old geezer from the Zou family has recently come back to life. They have no time to care about Lin Mu."
"Only He You, the Core Formation cultivator, was left here to guard the place; the rest have been transferred to the Zou family."
"What's there to be afraid of? He You's Wind Claw is more than enough to kill someone at the Transformation Realm."
"It's a good opportunity for He You to try out his newly learned Heart-Piercing Claw move."
The servant seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by the guard waving his hand.
The two exchanged a few more words in hushed tones, and then the servant pushed open the door and entered the house.
The guard leaned back against the doorframe, yawned, and squinted, clearly not taking the gatekeeper seriously.
Lin Mu lay in the shadows of the opposite rooftop, listening intently to every word spoken.
The old fogey of the Zou family has come back to life; this likely refers to Zou Zhentian.
That day in the dungeon, he gave Zou Zhentian several Qi and Blood Pills. It seems that this old man made quite a stir after escaping, even tying down a large number of people in the Xuanmen sect.
He You, Ning Dan, Claw Skill.
Heart-ripping claw.
Judging from the name, it's a tearing technique, perhaps originating from the same source as Wolf Claw Kung Fu.
And since they've come knocking, shouldn't we strike first?
He patiently lay in wait on the roof, sensing every movement inside the house.
The guards at the gate were breathing heavily and shifting their stance every now and then, clearly showing signs of fatigue.
The house was very quiet. There was no sound coming from the main hall, but a very faint and even breathing sound could be faintly heard from a room in the backyard.
There was only one person.
The breathing of a Core Formation cultivator is longer and deeper than that of a Transformation cultivator, like water in a deep pool, calm on the surface but surging beneath.
A direct confrontation is clearly not the best strategy, as no one knows whether the other side has hidden reinforcements.
We must strike unexpectedly and catch him off guard.
He donned the Shattered Mountains and Rivers armor, swallowed a Qi Condensation Pill, and quietly lay dormant, waiting for the night to fall.