Chapter 518: Chapter 518: Only One Step Left

"No matter what, I can only go all out."

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth, frantically releasing the True Qi within his body.

Under the enveloping True Qi, the herbs shimmered with a golden glow. Herbs like Linglong Grass and Fairy Phoenix Grass, with more fragile leaves, were the first to be refined, while the shell of Gemfruit of the Twin Dragons was too hard, only just enough to melt it off.

The room was filled with a rich aroma of medicine. Yang Xiao smelled this fragrance, slightly opening her eyes. She saw the room illuminated by the glow of True Qi, and couldn’t help but feel a pang of sourness in her nose.

She didn’t understand what Yang Cheng was using to refine the Medicine Pill, but she knew Yang Cheng was giving it his all.

Another half hour passed before these three herbs were completely refined, and Yang Cheng placed them separately into the Glazed Bottles.

He exhaled a breath of impure air, wiped the sweat from his face, took off his shirt and pants, and sat on the chair wearing only underwear.

At this moment, more than a dozen Glazed Bottles were placed in front of him. If his mind wasn’t sharp, he wouldn’t remember what herbs they were.

Yang Cheng rested with his eyes closed, giving his Dantian some time to recover so he could continue refining the Thousand-Year Ginseng and Frost Flower.

He took out the Frost Flower from the box, and suddenly a chill spread out, causing Yang Cheng to shiver uncontrollably.

The stem of the Frost Flower was blue-purple, resembling human blood vessels. At the tips grew ice-blue flowers covered in a layer of frost.

Yang Cheng had only seen pictures of the Frost Flower in the Tome of the Ghost Doctor. None were as good as this one, showing how much Elder Xu valued this Frost Flower.

Feeling a bit of strength recovery, Yang Cheng continued to drive his True Qi, enveloping the Thousand-year-old Ginseng Root and Frost Flower.

These two most difficult herbs to refine were left for last; Yang Cheng only felt his heart heavy, as if a giant stone was pressing on him.

The medicinal properties of the Thousand-Year Ginseng needn’t be elaborated; it’s a top-notch herb, growing in deep mountains, absorbing Spiritual Energy for a millennium.

Yang Cheng had only cultivated for a year, wanting to thoroughly refine Thousand-Year Ginseng was impossible, but fortunately, it was just a few whiskers, so he could still challenge it.

The True Qi within him surged out like ocean waves, instantly illuminating the whole room.

Outside the door, Cheng Ruonan and Cheng Qiyue saw the light, exchanged a glance filled with concern.

They were both cultivators, knowing at such a consumption rate, Yang Cheng couldn’t hold out for long. How could he persist for a day and night?

Yang Cheng clenched his teeth, sweat pouring like rain, his body trembling uncontrollably due to the massive exhaustion.

On the bed, Yang Xiao saw this scene, tears slipped down her eyes, soaking the pillow.

In just twenty minutes, Yang Cheng felt his body nearly drained, his Dantian faintly aching, signaling the nearing depletion of True Qi.

But the Thousand-Year Ginseng and Frost Flower hadn’t been completely refined yet. Stopping now would likely lead to failure.

Yang Cheng couldn’t gamble. If he stopped now and the medicinal efficacy dissipated, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Yang Xiao finally couldn’t hold back, sobbing as she spoke: "Brother Cen, please stop."

"I’ve been sick for so long, I’ve accepted this fact, I don’t want to burden you."

Yang Cheng glanced at the tear-filled eyes of the girl on the sickbed, a stab of pain striking his heart. He gritted his teeth and said: "I said I’d save you, then I definitely can. Don’t worry, at most I’ll lose my cultivation, but it won’t be life-threatening."

Cultivation can be regained, but Yang Xiao’s life is singular; if this fails, there’s no second chance.

Thinking of this, Yang Cheng felt even more determined. Suddenly, he felt a surge of True Qi within, bursting forth like a laser, tightly enveloping the Thousand-Year Ginseng and Frost Flower.

He widened his eyes, somewhat puzzled why this extra power appeared within his body.

Last time at the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, at a critical moment, he also unexpectedly burst forth with a surge of power, and for an instant, his consciousness was controlled.

Could it be something within his body?

Yang Cheng only pondered for a moment before immediately snapping back to continue transmitting True Qi.

In just five minutes, two priceless herbs were refined into a small sphere, blending ice blue and red.

This time, he didn’t place the sphere into the Glazed Bottle but instead quickly formed a seal with both hands, controlling the sphere between his palms.

"Just this final step left, don’t make a mistake."

Yang Cheng reminded himself, took a deep breath, using True Qi to extract all the herb essences from the Glazed Bottles in front of him.

Various colored spheres gathered in the air, Yang Cheng’s hands spinning back and forth, using True Qi to quickly merge these essences.

His body trembled uncontrollably, sweat poured down like raindrops.

Since becoming a cultivator, Yang Cheng had never felt so exhausted. If it wasn’t for needing to continue treating Yang Xiao, he felt that after refining the Divine Essence Elixir, he’d collapse into sleep.

The medicinal fragrance in the room grew stronger, enveloping the entire courtyard, causing snakes, insects, rats, and ants to scatter.

"Ah!!"

At this moment, a painful sound came from inside the room.

Cheng Ruonan trembled, turned wanting to push the door open, grabbed by Cheng Qiyue’s hand.

"You forgot Yang Cheng’s instructions; no matter what sounds, we can’t go inside."

Cheng Qiyue quickly said.

"Yang Cheng is just refining Medicine Pill, why scream in agony, is something unexpected happening?"

Cheng Ruonan couldn’t calm her shaken heart, ear pressed to the door, listening to the noises inside.

Inside, Yang Cheng half-knelt on the ground, face extremely pained, sweat dripping like he’d just been pulled from water.

He never imagined the implant of Divine Essence Elixir would be so tormenting; no wonder Ye Ling’Er fainted from pain back then.

Originally, due to excessive Spiritual Energy depletion, the Dantian faintly ached; once the Divine Essence Elixir entered, it felt like the Dantian was being torn apart.

Moreover, this pain wasn’t just in the Dantian; it spread throughout his body, for a moment, Yang Cheng thought he was thrown into a giant blender.

"Damn! This hurts like hell!"

Yang Cheng clutched his abdomen, in too much pain to straighten up.

"Brother Cen, what’s wrong?"

Yang Xiao struggled to sit up but touched the Silver Needle on her chest, unable to suppress a painful cry.

"Don’t move! I’m fine!"

Not wanting Yang Xiao to worry, Yang Cheng slowly got up, taking heavy steps to the bedside.

"The herbs have successfully merged; there’s just one final step left. Once the herbs absorb enough Spiritual Energy from my body, the refinement will soon be complete, and Xiao Xiao won’t have to suffer anymore."

Yang Cheng’s voice was weak, naturally lying beside Yang Xiao.

"You’re saying the herbs need to be refined inside your body now?"

Yang Xiao’s beautiful eyes widened, a face of disbelief, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Don’t cry! I’m strong, apart from some pain, nothing will affect me."

Yang Cheng gently comforted, raising his hand to quickly wipe her tears.