Chapter 117
With trembling hands, he rummaged through his storage pouch.
It wasn’t that he had prepared for a moment like this—but when did the world ever go according to plan?
The elixirs and medicinal herbs he had packed just in case were now exactly what he needed.
He pulled them out without hesitation.
Three Baeknyeon Bingshimdan (Hundred-Year Ice Heart Pills), five drops of Osipnyeon Seolsucheong (Fifty-Year Snow Marrow Essence), three roots of Bingseol Yeonhwa (Ice-Snow Lotus), and four roots of Hanbing Baekricho (Hundred-League Cold Ice Grass).
Too much is as bad as too little, they say.
But in a situation like this, too much was precisely what was needed.
Back in Seolap, when he had restored his qi channels tainted by bloodlust, he had taken these—but now the quantity was far greater, and so was the quality.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he shoved them into his mouth one after another.
Blood welled up from his throat, but he swallowed it all down.
If he didn’t take these now, he would be bedridden for ten ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) days. With them, he might cut it down to just one or two. So the choice was clear.
He circulated the energy swiftly, purifying and restoring his contaminated blood vessels.