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The human body actually has endless potential; each person's body is a complete ecosystem. The process of cultivation is a continuous unfolding. Theoretically, if a person could fully unlock all their potential, they would be like a planet or even a universe.
A person is a world.
It may seem distant to say this now, but it is merely a theory.
Ye Mingshang had not drawn upon the power of heaven and earth for a long time. Fortunately, he had many elixirs, all of high quality, which were hard to come by outside.
Because he relied solely on his own strength, he was able to refine the elixirs quickly.
The rapid refinement of the elixirs within his body surrounded him with a mist, giving off a sacred feeling.
This was the essence of the elixirs, overflowing from within and combining with the outside, healing his injuries more rapidly.
The essence did not spread too far but lingered within ten centimeters around his body.
After about half an hour, the few elixirs he had consumed were completely digested, and the mist was slowly absorbed by his body.
He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.
“At this rate, I might recover in three days. However, these elixirs are too costly; I wonder if I have enough.”
He absorbed the medicinal power quickly. With such severe injuries, for an ordinary person, even with the same elixirs for treatment, it would take at least over a month to recover. However, he could heal in about three days if he continued without rest. Yet, the amount of elixirs consumed was quite alarming.
Only someone of his status could withstand such consumption; otherwise, even some young masters from major sects would not dare to use them so liberally.
In fact, Ye Mingshang was just in a hurry; otherwise, he wouldn't be so willing to spend them. Moreover, he usually didn't get injured and didn't carry too many elixirs with him.
With no time to think too much, he shook his head and tossed two more elixirs into his mouth to continue digesting.
Two days later, looking at the scattered small bottles, Ye Mingshang sighed.
"Alas! If I had known last time I returned, I would have brought more elixirs. Now that I've used them all up, my injuries have only healed about sixty percent."
His gaze shifted as he contemplated how much fighting his current condition could withstand. After a few moments, he slowly sighed again.
"Forget it, I'll rest for another day. No matter how long it takes, I can't rush it."
Closing his eyes, he continued to sit cross-legged, meditating quietly.
A day later, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes.
Feeling his body's condition, he gradually stood up and shook off the dust that had settled on him.
After sitting in meditation for three consecutive days, his body showed no unusual signs, which was the result of his long-term training. If he hadn't trained and suddenly did this, his legs would have felt like they were breaking.
In those three days, aside from the faster recovery from injuries during the first two days due to refining elixirs, the third day only saw about a ten percent recovery. This was still due to the residual effects of the medicine being absorbed; otherwise, the efficiency would have been even lower.
Now his injuries had only healed about seventy percent. Although this would affect his strength in battle, as long as he didn't encounter situations like before, it would be sufficient. Even at seventy percent strength, it would be enough unless he faced someone of the level of the Four Great Holy Kings.
As he stood up and was about to go out, the barrier in front began to distort.
He stopped in his tracks and watched coldly.
Suddenly!
Outside the cave, a young boy was climbing down a vine, trying to pick a Snow Lotus growing on the cliff.
This was not an ordinary Snow Lotus but one that was over a hundred years old. Its medicinal value was extremely high and quite valuable. Many believed that Snow Lotuses were expensive; however, ordinary Snow Lotuses only cost one or two coins each and were very cheap. In contrast, this hundred-year-old Snow Lotus could be considered a treasure and would cost at least several tens of thousands.
The boy's family background was quite ordinary. If he could obtain this Snow Lotus, it would change the impoverished situation at home.
However, the position of this Snow Lotus was somewhat difficult to reach, being about twenty centimeters away. It felt as if that distance was as far away as the horizon.
He reached out with all his might but couldn't touch it; his feet dangled in the air as he kicked twice.
He got a little closer, almost able to reach it.
With determination in his eyes, he continued to step forward. The vine swayed, but he was still just short of it.
He kept trying...
After more than ten attempts, he finally managed to pluck the Snow Lotus. Looking at this stalk in his hand, which was not beautiful and even somewhat ugly, the boy was filled with joy. However, before he could celebrate for long, he suddenly felt his body sink.
Looking up, his eyes widened in shock.
It turned out that the edges of the cliff were very sharp; although they were brittle, some parts were as sharp as a knife. In order to reach the Snow Lotus, he had been shaking and causing the vine to scrape against the sharp rocks continuously.
Now, it was almost broken, with less than half still attached.
The vine was thick and resilient; theoretically, even if it were half as thick, it could still support his weight since he was just a boy weighing less than one hundred pounds.
However, if it were intact, that wouldn't be an issue. But this vine was nearly broken; its surface had been torn open. With enough tension, it would continue to rip along that opening, much like how a snack bag can easily be torn open at a jagged edge.
The boy held onto the vine tightly, gulping nervously. Cold sweat had already soaked his clothes, and he gripped it so tightly that he didn't dare move an inch.
Suddenly—
The vine cracked a little more and dropped down slightly. Although it wasn't very intense, the boy's heart skipped a beat, frightened that his heart might leap out of his chest.
His eyes widened as he gulped.
"Please don't break! If I get up there, I will definitely use the money from selling Snow Lotus to buy a statue and worship it day and night. If I succeed in the future, I will surely build a temple to honor all Celestial Beings. Please bless me!"
However, his prayers went unanswered, and no deity came to his aid.
Rip!
The vine snapped, and the boy's eyes widened as his heart raced.
Ah!!!
He fell, and instinctively, he reached out with both hands.
He caught something!
Gripping tightly, the boy didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief. He quickly pulled himself up with all his strength, pushing off with his feet to climb higher.
Inside the cave, Ye Mingshang, who had just woken up and was preparing to get up, saw the barrier begin to shake. Then, a boy of about ten slowly climbed up.
After exerting himself to reach the top, the boy turned over and gasped for breath. His body was drenched in sweat, and his chest heaved as if his heart might leap out.
Opening his eyes and looking at the Snow Lotus in his hand, the boy smiled happily. (To be continued.)
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