He glanced at the top of the other person’s head. No wonder he’s still so young, right at the age to be full of vim and vigor.
In less than half an hour, they were done, and he returned to the orthopedic departnt. The doctor looked at him, his face filled with barely concealed regret.
"Doctor? Is it serious?" Wen Yan was getting a bit nervous now.
"You’ve lost so bone density. A bit more and it would have been osteoporosis. You’re not that old; it’s best to get a full checkup."
"Is that the only issue?"
"That’s all we’ve found for now. Oh, you might also have so kidney stones. We’ll need an ultrasound to confirm that, but it’s not serious. Just drink more water, less soda, and exercise more."
Wen Yan held his dical record and didn’t bother getting any prescriptions, as he roughly knew what caused his bone loss.
No wonder the Tiger Subduing Three Styles required Tiger Bone to assist; the nourishing effect of Yang Energy wasn’t very good. It turns out blindly practicing can easily lead to issues.
This outco was despite him directly acquiring experience; without it, he would have probably been in even worse shape.
He guessed it also had to do with his body’s inherent weaknesses.
When leaving the hospital, Wen Yan sneaked another peek at Zhang Xuewen, who was still asleep. He wasn’t sure if Zhang Xuewen was faking it or really asleep.
Back ho, he looked at the remaining piece of Tiger Bone, still figuring out how best to use it.
He tried scraping off a little powder and swallowed it directly, but didn’t feel any effect. He didn’t dare to practice the Tiger Subduing Three Styles anymore.
「At the sa ti」
At the airport in Binhai County closest to Fuyu Mountain, several people dragging large and small bags left the airport and took a taxi straight to Fuyu Mountain.
An hour later, an old man with a salt-and-pepper beard, accompanied by two middle-aged n and a woman in her twenties, entered Fuyu Temple.
"Where’s the stuff?" bellowed the old man, his voice resonant and powerful as he entered.
"Old Six Sun, what the hell are you yelling for? Think you’re the only one with a loud voice?" Seventh Great-Uncle Master approached from a distance, his voice even louder than the visitor’s.
"Wu Zhenzi, where’s the stuff? Don’t you dare try to trick ; I ca all this way specifically for it."
"Follow ."
They walked to the backyard and saw a few pieces of Tiger Bone casually placed on a stone table. Old Six Sun imdiately hurried over. He first looked closely, then slled them. Only after that did he carefully pick up the bones, examining them several tis.
Old Six Sun’s eyes suddenly widened, and he carefully rubbed the bones, sensing them.
"Good heavens! When did you people kill such a powerful Great Demon? I haven’t heard of any Tiger Demons this strong nowadays. Also, when did you learn to do even a preliminary processing? This technique isn’t bad at all."
"Don’t ask. If you ask, it’s none of your damn business. Just tell us if the stuff is real and how to use it."
"Real? It couldn’t be more real! Even the Tiger Bones in dicine King Mountain’s inventory can’t compare to this. If used in dicine, as a tonic for Martial Artists, and combined with the right training thod, one might even be able to forge a body as strong as Tiger Bone!"
"Always thinking about the best-case scenario. If an entire Tiger Demon’s bones were given to one person and completely utilized without any waste, then maybe there’s a slight possibility."
"You don’t know jack! That’s for an ordinary Tiger Demon. The difference between Tiger Bones can be greater than the difference between you and ."
"What are you implying, Old Six Sun!"
"Exactly what I said! Am I wrong? You don’t know jack, so stand aside. How co an illiterate like you always gets his hands on the good stuff?"
Old Six Sun took out his tools and carefully scraped for a while until he collected a little bone powder. Then, right there, he started to mix several herbs, brought out a small stove and a decocting pot, and brewed a pot of the herbal concoction.
He then drank a dose of the concoction himself, closed his eyes, and sat there, personally experiencing its effects.
After a long while, he opened his eyes and sighed deeply.
"This definitely isn’t the Tiger Bone of an ordinary Great Demon. The dicinal properties are too fierce; an ordinary person certainly couldn’t withstand it. It needs to be reprocessed. If it’s for a Martial Artist at the stage of your Fuyu Mountain’s Qin Kun, then it could be decocted directly with other dicinal herbs into a concoction. After decocting one dose of dicine three tis, the small amount of liquid remaining would be enough for an ordinary First Stage Petty Martial Artist. However, the other supplentary herbs can’t be those mass-produced, artificially ripened ones; their effect won’t be good."
At this point, Old Six Sun looked up at Wu Zhenzi.
"How about this: dicine King Mountain takes half of these bones. The rest, I’ll fully process, include all the other necessary herbs, and prepare them into any finished product you want."
"Old Six Sun, have you been drinking?"
"Then dicine King Mountain will take thirty percent of the Tiger Bone. For the remainder, I’ll still handle everything as discussed—you can have whatever you want. I’ve already drafted seven or eight formulas in my head, but the specific ones can only be finalized after we thoroughly determine the dicinal properties of the materials."
"Ten percent."
"Have you been drinking? I’m doing all the work, and I only get ten percent? Where’s the logic in that? It’s always been at least thirty percent to start! I can’t go any lower."
"If that won’t work, then forget it. Without Butcher Zhang, are we supposed to eat pork with the hair still on it?"
"Twenty-five percent!"
"Only ten percent." Seventh Great-Uncle Master was tenacious, refusing to budge.
Old Six Sun stood up angrily.
"Twenty percent! If that’s not acceptable, then go find soone else! Let’s see who else has the skill to do what I can!"
Seventh Great-Uncle Master also stood up, his neck stiff with resolve.
"Old Six Sun, we haven’t even started drinking, and you’re already getting carried away?"
While the two old n bickered, the others didn’t dare to speak.
「Elsewhere」
Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor made a phone call to Wen Yan, then stood by the window with an insulated lunch box and handed it to Wen Yan.
"There’s so brewed soup inside. You can probably only take a sip at most. Any more, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it."
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