The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 1186 - 624: Pressure

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The most heartbreaking thing was that there seemed to be one fluctuation that was stronger than the others. They all seemed to be staring at him.

Soon, the sky outside turned dark, and Yan Xiaobao sat there, letting out a miserable sigh.

"What should I do now...?" It was late at night, with the moon shining brightly in the sky. The cave was very dark, but Yan Xiaobao could hear the slithering and hissing outside. It was eerie.

The stone hut was small and completely empty except for the Earth Flames formation and the pill furnace.

Yan Xiaobao sighed, activating the Earth Flames formation, making the light of the flames flicker around him. This made him feel a bit better. He was the kind of person who tended to easily adapt to new environments. Despite his fear, he knew he had to adapt. A moment later, he glanced at the bag Li Qinghou left for him, and his eyes widened.

It was filled with a large amount of medicinal herbs, some of which cost a great number of merits acquired from the sect. There were even some he recognized from five types of plants and vegetation that were not provided by the sect.

The variety of medicinal herbs was vast and countless. If he used them carefully, he would not only be able to make Third-level Spiritual Medicine but might even create Level 4 Spiritual Medicine.

He grew excited, heating the pill furnace and then began concocting medicines. As long as he could distract himself from the sounds coming from outside, he could continue his research. This time, he was sure he could reduce the impurities in the Third-level Medicines to less than ninety percent.

Time flew by. Three months later, Yan Xiaobao's hair was disheveled, and he had completely forgotten about his location. He was wholly focused on the medicine concoction, and as for the black smoke causing acid rain outside, it actually nourished the venomous snakes in the cave refreshingly. The snakes struggled to be the first to breathe it, after which they hissed deafeningly.

However, Yan Xiaobao did not notice this. He was at a critical point in the concoction process and had reduced the impurities in the poisonous pills to ninety-one or ninety-two percent. A bit further, and he could successfully achieve his goal.

While concocting medicine frantically, his eyes were bloodshot. In the blink of an eye, another three months passed.

He had now been living in the Snake Cave for half a year. Besides his concoction, he also practiced cultivation. He could now completely unleash the Waterswamp Kingdom, which induced incredible pressure. Unfortunately, he had no ability to summon his life essence spirit.

He also got used to the snakes. He even occasionally strolled outside the stone hut. The snakes would stare at him coldly, ready to pounce at the moment he stepped outside the Spell formation's shield.

Li Qinghou occasionally came secretly to check on Yan Xiaobao. Concluding that Yan Xiaobao was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Because Yan Xiaobao had been absent for half a year, the South Shore grew quiet. No thunder or lightning, no harmful clouds, no acid rain. Everyone enjoyed peace and tranquility.

Occasionally, people would think of Yan Xiaobao, but most had heard that Li Qinghou took him to the Wanshe Valley. Moreover, whenever people considered breaching the sect rules, they would think of Yan Xiaobao and say to themselves, "I can't pull a Yan Xiaobao! That's wrong. If Yan Xiaobao did that, he would definitely be punished. I should reconsider things."

Time flew. Another six months passed. It had now been a whole year since Yan Xiaobao vanished from the public eye. Even Zheng Yuandong sighed.

"Sending Yan Xiaobao to the 10,000 Snake Valley was absolutely the right choice," he thought. "Where there are only snakes, he won't cause trouble for anyone."

However, whether it was Zheng Yuandong, Li Qinghou, or the disciples of the three peaks, they all clearly underestimated Yan Xiaobao...

On a certain day, Yan Xiaobao was in his stone hut, having just completed a batch of pill concoction. There was no black smoke. The pills inside the furnace were no longer poison pills but a type of low-grade pill with eighty-nine percent impurities!

Even though it was considered low-grade among other low-grade pills, it was still entirely different from the poisonous pills.

He looked up excitedly, smiling happily. After trying another batch, he confirmed his success. Finally, when it came to Third-level Spiritual Medicine... he was one hundred percent successful!

With his level of mastery over Third-level Spiritual Medicine, he could solve any small issues that arose, and even pill formulas he had never encountered before would have a perfect success rate.

Completely thrilled, he dashed out of the stone hut, proudly laughing. He had paid a heavy price, spent a lot of time to achieve this level.

In fact, now that he thought about it, even being thrown into the Snake Cave was worthwhile!

He took a deep breath, flicking his sleeve, disdainfully looking at... the snakes surrounding him.

"Next is cultivation. I need to reach the ninth level of Qi Condensation and obtain my Immortal golden skin!" Feeling immensely proud of himself, he returned to the stone hut, where he once again began concocting medicine.

Pulling out his turtle pot, he mentally enhanced all the pills he produced and then consumed them.

His cultivation base steadily grew. He had entered the Great Circle of the eighth level of Qi Condensation, just a step away from breaking through to the next level. One month later, as he sat cross-legged in meditation, imagining a gigantic war mammoth, his cultivation base erupted with power. The spiritual power within him flowed like a hundred rivers into the sea.