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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 mere four pills. If he didn't consider the future Ning Shen Realm, he only had two chances left. Of course, he could choose other methods to recover, but his other supplies had long been exhausted. With a bitter smile and a shake of his head, he got up and walked out of the courtyard; he needed to gather some herbs for recovery and mental healing.
Wandering around the hill 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, and secondly, with the Xuantian Decree in hand, he could always return here later; as long as it wasn't in the pot, it would be in a bowl. Most importantly, the younger herbs likely wouldn't benefit him anymore. Having consumed so many Shuangsheng Lianzi, his Spiritual Power had increased significantly. This was also why Mo Wen didn't feel as pained at seeing only four Lianzi left as he had in the past. He wasn't surprised by the increase in Spiritual Power but was more concerned about when he could fully refine the Xuantian Decree.
Returning to the courtyard with the harvested herbs, Mo Wen realized that these herbs couldn't be consumed directly like Shuangsheng Lian; they needed to be refined into pills to fully unleash their effects. 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 prescription. Moreover, he had never refined pills before. While he had often improvised under pressure, those situations were within his tolerable limits. But these herbs were precious—losing even one would be a significant loss, and failing to refine them would turn them to ash.
"Let's go for it!" He began sorting through the herbs according to Old Lu's Dan Dian. As he worked, a sense of unease crept in—had he overlooked something important? "Uh..." Mo Wen paused and suddenly remembered that this "genius" couldn't actually refine pills. Furthermore, he hadn't entered Ning Shen Realm yet; even if he did enter it without guidance from a master, refining pills would still be impossible 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 I get it into my stomach, it will work." Thus, he began setting up a stove and pot in the courtyard. Since refining pills was off the table and he wanted to maximize the value of the herbs, cooking methods like roasting meat that only satisfied hunger were naturally unsuitable. The Xuantian Sect's cave was equipped with everything except animals; boiling water was straightforward enough. As for meat, Mo Wen had enough on him to last quite a while—long enough for it to spoil.
The aroma wafted from the pot as he forcefully suppressed the restlessness of his Temple of the Five Viscera; this was meant for his recovery and replenishment—he didn't need recovery right now. Sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, he prepared for another attempt. Last time it was ninety percent; how far could he go this time?
The Law of Power flowed through various units within Yin Yang Orders and had now surpassed ninety percent... The Stone Seal still had nine pairs left! Puff!
Eight pairs left! Puff!
Seven pairs left! Puff!
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