Tan Yun Mansion, Room Geng.
Yang Chan stopped his Tiger Demon Martial Seal cultivation. Martial Seal Cultivation involved sitting in quiet visualization to strengthen one’s Spirit. This allowed the Martial Seal to leave the body and augnt one’s physical form, increasing combat power.
If one’s Spirit was insufficient, the Martial Seal couldn’t coalesce and therefore couldn’t be used for augntation.
Previously, when Yang Chan’s Tiger Demon Martial Seal had just reached Tier Two Entry, he could augnt himself with it. However, it was unstable back then and shattered easily. That problem vanished once his cultivation of the Tiger Demon Martial Seal was halfway through the Tier Two Entry stage, but successfully augnting himself with the Power of Two Tigers was still difficult.
His Spirit was simply not strong enough to condense two Tiger Demons.
The more augntations a Martial Seal provided, the greater the demand on one’s Spirit.
This was even more true for Yang Chan, who wanted to augnt himself with the power of Nine Oxen and Two Tigers, which had an even higher requirent.
Therefore, while practicing the Tiger Demon Bone-Refining Fist, Yang Chan didn’t neglect his Tiger Demon Martial Seal cultivation. Under normal circumstances, the two were cultivated in tandem, complenting and enhancing each other for mutual improvent.
Even when using Potential Points to advance, Yang Chan didn’t overlook his Martial Seal cultivation. It was directly tied to his combat power, and he didn’t want to reach a point where he had refined 206 bones with his Tiger Demon Bone-Refining Fist but couldn’t augnt himself with the Power of Two Tigers because his Martial Seal hadn’t reached Perfection. That would be a joke.
Nothing much had happened in Room Geng over the past few days; things had been relatively peaceful. None of the many counterasures he had set up had been needed, which was good news for Yang Chan.
He hoped things would stay this way until he returned to the Cyan Yuan Sect.
This ant safety.
Although a fair number of injured disciples were sent over, he could handle the workload, especially since there was no shortage of various dicines.
Yang Chan had also refined so Spiritual Rejuvenation Marrow Nourishing Liquid, which had the effect of tempering sinews and increased his Daily Potential Point Collection by 0.2. He also made Cold Fragrance Bone Nourishing Ointnt, which had a weak bone-tempering effect and also added 0.2 to his collection.
The ingredients for both dicines were quite expensive, but neither managed to yield 0.3 points, which disappointed Yang Chan. ’It seems I’ll need to refine Elixirs to reach 0.3,’ he thought, ’or use special ingredients like Dragon Bone to get that kind of result.’
However, he didn’t have to pay for these two dicines. He simply made reasonable use of his quota for refining them. Only in a place in a critical state of war like Tan City would such restrictions be loosened. This allowed Yang Chan’s Daily Potential Point Collection to reach 2.7, which was more good news for him.
The higher his Daily Potential Point Collection, the more he benefited.
Originally, he would have needed ten days to gather enough Potential Points. Now, that ti was reduced by another day. With three days already passed, he only had six days left.
He was getting closer and closer to being able to augnt himself with the Nine Oxen and Two Tigers Martial Seal. When that ti ca, he would be able to replicate the technique Liu Shengyu once used.
Back in Tai City, when he had seen Liu Shengyu unleash the Nine Oxen and Two Tigers Martial Seal, he had yearned to reach that level and possess such imnse power. Now, that goal was getting closer, filling Yang Chan with anticipation.
He recalled Liu Shengyu’s destructive power being at least on par with a powerful bomb; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to destroy a house so easily, cause the ground to shake, and send aftershocks rippling out for a great distance.
A mont later, he heard familiar footsteps. Yang Chan knew more injured disciples had arrived; otherwise, Han Bingyu wouldn’t be coming.
Han Bingyu was soone who knew her place and understood when to advance or retreat.
Although she sotis flaunted her assets in front of him, she never did anything out of line otherwise. Yang Chan was quite satisfied with her conduct.
"Pharmacist Yang, more injured disciples have been brought over. Could you please co take a look?"
Han Bingyu’s voice called out.
Yang Chan was already at the door. He then led Han Bingyu out to check on the injured disciples. This had beco a routine task for him, one he was already used to.
In between, he would also participate in tasks like preparing dicine packs and brewing Qi Nourishing Soup or Strengthening and Nourishing Porridge, but these were just interludes done on a rotating basis.
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’Damn it, how did Lü Zhenghai, Gu An, and the others from the Cyan Yuan Sect find my location? And they’re still chasing ,’ Shen Yuan thought, frustrated.
He hadn’t expected to be targeted by the Cyan Yuan Sect just a few days after parting ways with Zhu Yiqun and his group.
First, they had targeted one of his subordinates, a Bone Cultivation Master. Only when he intervened to save him did Lü Zhenghai, Gu An, and the others make their move, as if they had been lying in ambush for him all along.
This left Shen Yuan wondering whether there was a Cyan Yuan Sect spy in his own ranks, or if Zhu Yiqun and his group had sold him out.
Either possibility was bad news for him.
His fight with Lü Zhenghai and Gu An had caused a significant commotion in Tan City. Zhu Yiqun’s group must have noticed, and their failure to intervene was a clear statent: they weren’t going to help.
Shen Yuan wouldn’t have minded redirecting the trouble toward them, but Zhu Yiqun’s group had relocated, and he couldn’t find them at all, foiling his plan.
Otherwise, if Zhu Yiqun’s group had been there to tie up Lü Zhenghai, Gu An, and the others from the Cyan Yuan Sect, he would have been much more confident in his escape. As it was, escape now felt difficult.
"Grandmaster Shen Yuan, this road is closed!"
Luo Zhenhai appeared on Shen Yuan’s escape route, having already lain in ambush. The mont he saw Shen Yuan, he had already augnted his body with his Flood Dragon Demon Martial Seal.
He unleashed the Power of Tiger Capturing and Dragon Catching, sending the fleeing Shen Yuan flying with a single sword strike. The blow rattled his internal organs, a brutal attack that caused damage from the outside in.
If it had been just one person, Shen Yuan wouldn’t have been concerned. An Inner Master’s recovery ability far surpassed that of an ordinary person. To a normal person, shaken organs and internal damage from an external blow would be a death sentence, but in the eyes of an Inner Master expert, it was sothing that could be slowly healed.
That was Shen Yuan’s initial thought. As long as he could endure, he could escape. But the Cyan Yuan Sect mbers were ambushing him from all sides, launching sneak attacks the mont he appeared. After his organs had been shaken several tis, his injuries were growing more and more severe.
He estimated he couldn’t last much longer before he would die at the hands of the Cyan Yuan Sect.
This wasn’t how he had expected things to go. His Body Technique was formidable, but escaping now seed difficult.
The very first ambusher had targeted his legs, breaking one of them. The only reason he could still run so fast was because he was forcing himself to endure the pain, but his speed had slowed considerably.
Tonight, he felt, escape was impossible.
He felt a pang of regret. Why had he lingered in Tan City after the thought of leaving first occurred to him? As long as he didn’t betray the No-Life Holy Sect, the Punishnt Hall wouldn’t have gone too far—and even that was just a small possibility.
If he had been more decisive back then, not only would his n not have died, but his situation wouldn’t be so desperate now.
Given the current situation, he was basically going to die in Tan City. This filled Shen Yuan with regret and vexation. He had underestimated the situation here; otherwise, he wouldn’t have fallen into such a predicant, into this hopeless dead end.
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