And so, a month passed in a flash. Song Changsheng had finally completed eight rounds of body tempering; he only needed to finish the last one to complete the forging of his physique.
This time, the number of Spirit Medicine varieties reached eighty-one, and the Dragon Blood Orchid he had acquired from Shangguan Sword was finally put to use.
As the Dragon Blood Orchid was tossed into the Bronze Cauldron, the originally dark-green medicinal liquid instantly turned a blood-like scarlet.
This time, he did not add any Spiritual Spring Water.
The moment he submerged himself, Song Changsheng immediately understood the meaning of a million ants gnawing at his heart, the meaning of pain so excruciating he wished for death!
