When humans cultivated, they were actually tempering their bodies. The human body was the greatest treasure.
Essence Qi?
It was the foundation of the human body. Without essence qi, a person would not be able to live.
In other words, tempering the body was not just to stabilize the body and withstand the impact of the Martial Essence. It seemed to be strengthening the organs' ability to produce essence qi.
Of course, this was only a hypothesis. Perhaps it would become clear when one reached a certain realm.
However, where did essence qi come from?No one could explain it clearly. It seemed that it could be produced in every corner of the body.
Naturally, Feng Hao, who was only a Martial Grandmaster, could not find the answer to this question.
However, he understood that different realms had different powers. This kind of power could destroy the organs in the human body, causing a certain part of the body to lose the ability to produce essence qi.
This was called an internal injury. Only an apothecary could treat it!
For example, when Feng Hao's internal organs were injured, even a Black level apothecary could treat it. However, his internal organs could not produce essence qi. This could only be treated by an Earth level apothecary.
This was Lu Song's situation. His opponent should have been a Martial King. After being injured, part of his blood vessels lost the ability to produce essence qi.
Originally, with his Blood Refinement realm, it should not have been a problem for him to suppress it. However, the hidden injury in his body would greatly reduce his strength.
However, he chose to suppress it with the medicinal properties!
This was a stupid method. Although it worked for the time being, the hidden injury would continue to worsen. Eventually, it would become like an invisible bomb.
Therefore, Mu Yun had to infuse the medicinal properties into Lu Song's body from time to time. Only by increasing the medicinal properties could he suppress the worsening hidden injury. If the hidden injury exceeded the strength of the medicinal properties, one could imagine what would happen to Lu Song.
Originally, it was not a big problem for Feng Hao to use the medicinal properties of the Crimson Lotus Herb King to remove some of the hidden injuries. However, it had become a bag of dynamite that would explode at the slightest touch. This made it difficult for Feng Hao to deal with it.
Under such circumstances, it would be strange if he was not angry!
"That … Grandmaster, can you still save him?"
Seeing Feng Hao's anger, Lu Song felt a little embarrassed. He stole a glance at Feng Hao and asked softly, as if he was afraid of offending this young man.
In fact, he knew his body's condition very well. There was nothing he could do about it. He had to practice forging, so he couldn't do two things at once. That was why his body was in such a bad condition.
"Difficult!"
Feng Hao's expression changed several times. After a long time, he sighed and said faintly.
Faced with such a situation, it was indeed difficult for him to act, because if he was not careful, Lu Song would be in danger of dying, and he could not bear the consequences.
"Difficult?"
Lu Song was stunned for a moment before he said happily, "Master, does that mean there's still hope?"
"Hmph!"
Fenghao snorted with some indignation.
He naturally had a way, but it was also an unsophisticated and stupid method. He used the medicinal properties of the Crimson Lotus King Herb in the form of a needle to make an opening and enter to remove the hidden disease.
This process naturally required a large amount of time and a large amount of strong elixirs!
"Haha …"
Lu Song immediately burst into laughter. The carefree tone in his laughter baffled the crowd that was still outside.
"Is that the strange man's laughter?"
"He can still laugh?"
"Could it be that he has agreed to Master Luck's request?"
"Tut-tut, a master is indeed a master. The effect of a master's work is indeed different!"
The uproar immediately spread. Within a few hours, almost everyone in the city knew that the strange man was going to forge a Spirit Weapon for Feng Hao.
When the news reached the ears of those great forces, it was no less than the destruction of the Yuan Family.
They knew very well who the strange man was. His action made Feng Hao's identity even more mysterious.
The City Lord's Mansion …
"Pfft!"
Pang Jun spat out the tea in his mouth, his face full of astonishment. "What?Laughter came from Master Lu Song's yard? "
"City Lord, it's absolutely true. Hundreds of people heard it with their own ears. It can't be wrong."
A man in a suit of flowing light armor cupped his hands together in a respectful salute.
"How is that possible?The Cold-Faced Asura actually laughed?It's said that he had never laughed since he was born. Hundreds of years have passed, and now he's laughing? "
Pang Jun's face twitched violently. His expression was very strange. Finally, after a while, a wild laugh burst out of his mouth. "Haha …"
"The Cold-Faced Asura actually laughed!Haha … "
Pang Jun laughed without a care for his image. His body trembled and his hands and feet danced. The armored man standing there looked at him in astonishment.
"Is he crazy?"
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he saw Pang Jun, who was still laughing nonstop. The man nodded thoughtfully.
"Uh …"
He caught the strange look in the man's eyes. Suddenly, his laughter stopped, and his hands froze. The corner of his mouth twitched violently again, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Crack!This was a big loss to his image!
"Ahem!"
He coughed a few times, tidied up his clothes, sat up straight again, and said, "Tell me what happened exactly."
"Yes!"
The man quickly put on a serious expression. He sneaked a glance at the dignified Pang Jun and instantly felt a chill. This guy, is he going to kill me?
"Master Luck?"
Pang Jun narrowed his eyes. "It's him. Why did he go to Lu Song?To forge a spiritual weapon?Why would Lu Song laugh? "
A few questions appeared in his mind, but he couldn't get an answer to any of them.
"I have to ask that guy Yu Xiao."
Look for Feng Hao?That wasn't appropriate. Look for Lu Song?He didn't dare. The only one he could bully was Yu Xiao.
After making up his mind, he said, "Call Yu Xiao over later. Tell him that I'm looking for him!"
"Yes, Master!"
The man answered and ran out as if he was escaping. It was as if there was a fierce beast behind him, causing Pang Jun's face to twitch.
His image was really ruined!
...
"Hmph!You're celebrating too early! "
Rubbing his ears that were hurting from the noise, Fenghao angrily glared at him and lightly snorted.
"It's okay, as long as he can be saved!"
Lu Song stopped smiling, and his old face turned cold. The speed at which he changed his expression was not ordinary.
"What do you need to prepare?"
Seeing Feng Hao frown, he asked weakly.
No matter what his cultivation was, a Heaven-grade Apothecary's status was not something people of his level could compare to.
"Yes."
Fenghao nodded. "Prepare some strong elixirs, the more the better."
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