The trade with Wei Ying had to be restarted.
Yang Jing let out a slow breath, his mind made up. 'It's a good thing I have multiple sources of income for Spirit Stones,' he thought. 'Otherwise, I'd really have to give up on building the True Spirit Flying Boat.'
「Two years later.」
Yang Jing, who was sitting cross-legged under the Pure Yang Apricot Tree, suddenly opened his eyes. After such a long period of nourishment, a drop of True Blood had finally been nurtured within his bone marrow.
The blood was as heavy as lead and mercury, and exceptionally viscous.
He could feel a vigorous life force surging from that single drop of True Blood, washing through his physical body.
'I finally did it!'
Yang Jing was both shocked and overjoyed.
To ensure the purity of the True Blood, it was best for Body Refining Cultivators not to consume any Elixirs while condensing it.
