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Mo Wen looked at Old Lu with hopeful eyes.
"This process is very painful; most people can't handle it."
"I am definitely not most people."
"Alright, Old Man sees that your bones are extraordinary; you should be more than just ordinary. Then give it a try." Old Lu casually handed Mo Wen two sheets of paper, one titled "Refining Body Nerve," which outlined the three stages corresponding to the "Refining Body" process. The other sheet contained names of what appeared to be medicinal herbs. Then, Old Lu took out a thick book made of beast skin and tossed it to him. Mo Wen caught the book with both hands, its cover displaying three large characters: "Bai Cao Jing."
"The mantra requires ten jin of wine, and the recipe needs five jin. You need to thoroughly understand the mantra and find the herbs according to the recipe."
As Mo Wen flipped through the "Bai Cao Jing," he noticed that the pages were as thin as a cicada's wing, yet not transparent. Despite its thickness, it contained an estimated tens of thousands of herbal entries.
Meanwhile, Old Lu began his barbecue career anew.
...
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye. Mo Wen had completely grasped the "Refining Body Nerve" and had consulted Old Lu about many questions regarding the Refining Body Realm. He had also gathered some herbs from the forest, but his limited range meant his harvest was naturally small. During this time spent studying the "Bai Cao Jing," he discovered that his memory was surprisingly good—almost photographic—allowing him to remember nearly all the contents of the book.
"Mo, how prepared are you?" one day, while gnawing on meat, Old Lu asked.
"The mantra is no problem now; it's just the herbs... I'm still short on many," Mo Wen replied somewhat awkwardly.
"That's fine; it was within Old Man's expectations. Just bring out the herbs you've found." Old Lu hadn't really expected him to gather much; he only wanted Mo Wen to understand how hard it was to acquire these things.
Mo Wen awkwardly handed over a few herbs he had collected to Old Lu.
"The missing ones will be supplemented by Old Man; one jin of wine for each herb you found. Now go take a bath and clean yourself up," Old Lu said as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
Mo Wen had no idea how many jin of wine he owed Old Lu; since he hadn't been told, he didn't ask either. He couldn't afford it anyway, and when the time came, Old Lu would likely inform him. Lost in thought, he walked toward the back mountain where there was a hot spring where he usually bathed. The hot spring was located in a cave that, according to Old Lu, had originally been occupied by a Demon Beast until he came along and scared it away.
...
After finishing his bath and returning, Mo Wen found that Old Lu had built a stove with stones on the flat ground in front of the wooden cabin. A square cauldron was set atop it, bubbling away as Old Lu added herbs while occasionally tossing in some bones and pieces of meat.
"Old Lu, are you not barbecuing anymore? Is this soup now?" Mo Wen asked curiously.
"You'll find out soon enough," Old Lu replied with a smile.
About an hour later, the soup in the cauldron had turned blackish-purple as Old Lu poured in a jar of wine. "A good jar of wine gone..." he muttered as he poured, looking pained at the loss. As the wine hit the cauldron, flames erupted for about fifteen minutes before he tossed in a crystal stone. The bubbling ceased, replaced by rising mist that gradually filled the air around the cauldron. At this moment, Old Lu turned to look at Mo Wen.
"Get in."
"In? In there?"
"Yes."
"Old Lu, we have no grudges in the past and no enmity recently..."
"Stop the nonsense and get in."
"Are you sure it won't be too hot?"
"It shouldn't be."
"What do you mean 'shouldn't'? I think it will be."
"Are you going in or not? Stop dragging your feet."
"Alright, I'll go in. Just remember to save me some bones and find a beautiful spot..."
"Got it, Old Man. Now hurry up and get in." Old Lu nudged Mo Wen with a wooden stick as he stood at the edge of the cauldron.
"Ah! It's so hot, it's almost done... Wait! Why isn't it hot?"
"Hurry up and lie down, recite the first part of the incantation, and make sure you don't mess it up."
Mo Wen quickly lay down, with only half his head sticking out, and began to recite the incantation. As he chanted, a wave of coolness enveloped him, bringing an indescribable comfort that nearly made him hum with pleasure.
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