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The Law of Power had already controlled ninety percent of the Xuantian Decree. "Puff!" Mo Wen had grown numb to this sensation; each time he refined it, there was an increase, but he was still some distance away from complete refinement.
After recovering, Mo Wen looked at his supplies, especially the Shuangsheng Lianzi, which had dwindled to a pitiful four pills. If he didn't consider the future Ning Shen Realm, he only had two chances left. Of course, he could choose other ways to recover, but his other supplies had long been exhausted. He shook his head with a bitter smile and got up to leave the courtyard; he needed to gather some herbs for recovery and mental healing.
Wandering around the hills at the bottom of the cave, this time he didn't scrape the ground clean but only took the higher-aged herbs. Firstly, older herbs meant better effects; secondly, with the Xuantian Decree in hand, he could always return here later—after all, if it wasn't in the pot, it would be in the bowl. Most importantly, the younger herbs likely wouldn't be effective for him anymore. Having consumed so many Shuangsheng Lianzi, his mental power had increased significantly. This was also why Mo Wen didn't feel as pained at seeing only four Lianzi left as he had before. He wasn't surprised by the increase in mental power but was more concerned about when he could fully refine the Xuantian Decree.
Returning to the courtyard with the gathered herbs, Mo Wen realized that these herbs couldn't be consumed directly like Shuangsheng Lian; they needed to be refined into pills to unleash their full potential. Looking at the pile of herbs before him made him feel awkward. Although he had the Bai Cao Jing in hand, which detailed each herb's effects and some refining materials, it wasn't a complete recipe. Moreover, he had never refined pills before. He had often done things at the last minute, but those were risks he could afford to take; these herbs were precious—losing even one would be a significant loss, and failure in refining would turn them to ash.
"Let's go for it!" He then began preparing the herbs according to Old Lu's Dan Dian. As he sorted through them, he gradually felt something was off. Did he overlook something important? "Uh..." Mo Wen stopped his actions and suddenly remembered that this "genius" couldn't actually refine pills. Furthermore, he hadn't entered the Ning Shen Realm yet; even if he did enter it without guidance from a master, he wouldn't be able to refine pills without preparing a pill furnace.
"The Chinese Medicine Way emphasizes that food and medicine share the same source; it can heal and fill you up," he concluded after some serious thought. "Since it's all about eating anyway, as long as it goes into my stomach, it will work." Thus, he began setting up a stove and pot in the courtyard. Since he couldn't refine pills and wanted to maximize the value of the herbs, cooking methods like roasting meat that only satisfied hunger were naturally out of the question. The cave of Xuantian Sect was equipped with everything except animals; boiling water was no problem. As for meat, Mo Wen had enough on him to last a long time—long enough for it to spoil.
The aroma wafted from the pot as he forcibly suppressed the restlessness of his Temple of the Five Viscera; this meal was meant for recovery and replenishment—he didn't need recovery right now. Sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, he attempted once more. Last time it was ninety percent; how far could he go this time?
The Law of Power traversed and permeated through various units within Yin Yang Orders; at this moment, it had surpassed ninety percent... The Stone Seal still had nine pairs left! Puff!
Eight pairs left! Puff!
Seven pairs left! Puff!
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