My Martial Arts Can Train Themselves

Chapter 17: Dragon Blood Pill

"Junior Brother, we meet again. You did well just now!"

Zhuang Chenglu no longer paid attention to the scaled python. Instead, she walked up to Yang Yi and patted him on the shoulder.

"The nine-thorns flower that you sold me before was a counterfeit..."

Yang Yi was indignant, but after thinking about it, it did not seem appropriate to talk about this in the current situation.

"So, you found out. I'm sorry. I got into a playful mood for a moment. I'll make it up to you."

Zhuang Chenglu smiled sheepishly and said, "It's all thanks to you that this beast didn't hurt anyone. You're obviously a Blood Refining cultivator, but you were brave enough to come back. Your courage is commendable."

She happened to witness the scene just now when she was hurrying over.

"How about this? When we get back, I'll personally cultivate a dragon blood pill as a reward for you and also to express my apology. What do you think? Even in the inner sect, there are many Senior and Junior Brothers who are begging me to cultivate pills for them!"

The dragon blood pill had the effect of condensing Qi and blood. It was extremely beneficial to Blood Refining martial artists!

Due to the cumbersome cultivation process and complicated materials needed, not many people in the sect had any experience of using them before.

This made Yang Yi speechless. A dragon blood pill cost more than 80 taels.

Since Zhuang Chenglu had offered it, there was no reason for him to reject it.

"Thank you in advance, Senior Sister Zhuang," he said.

"Thank you, young heroes, for saving me." Zhang Jiu knelt while facing them. He was crying out of gratitude.

In just a few short minutes, he had experienced too many twists and turns. His emotional state was a mess.

"What's wrong with the child behind you?"

Zhuang Chenglu noticed Zhang Xiaohu's unsightly expression. There seemed to be a faint black aura around the child.

Yang Yi told her the full version of the story.

"How dare you gamble with your grandson's life, you old fart? How could a hunter like you not know about the poison of the ghost weed?" Zhuang Chenglu walked over and kicked Zhang Jiu.

"I hope you can save my grandson. I deserve to die, but he had a rough life." Zhang Jiu hurriedly crawled backward.

"Get lost. This won't work on me. What's the use of crying? You're too old for this. Don't you feel ashamed at all?" Zhuang Chenglu said that impatiently. Yet, she squatted down and carefully examined Zhang Xiaohu's condition.

"He was weak to begin with and has been relying on medication. Now that he's been poisoned by the ghost weed, he's on the brink of death. Even if there's a way to save him, there will be a huge price to pay."

"If you can save my grandson, I can even offer up my own life." Zhang Jiu heard the change in Zhuang Chenglu's tone.

After all, he had practiced martial arts before. Although he had not joined the Qixia sect, he knew that these people had the ability of the immortals.

Even illnesses that were incurable for mortals were nothing for the immortals.

"Heh. Old man, how much do you think your life is worth?" the disciple who was handling the flower python's carcass said with a smirk.

Although these words were cruel, they hit the nail on the head.

"That's enough. What's the point of saying these useless things?" Zhuang Chenglu glanced at the disciple before turning to look at Zhang Jiu. "This scaled python almost ate both of you, so I'm somewhat responsible. If you trust me, I'll bring your grandson back to the sect for now. If he can't be saved, we won't owe each other anything. If he can be saved, I happen to be short of a medicine-testing boy. He'll stay behind to help me test some medicine to pay off his debt. What do you think?"

"Uh." Zhang Jiu knew the dangers of testing medicine. However, if he did not agree now, his grandson would be dead.

"Alright!" He kowtowed heavily.

"Go back home. Don't believe in the folk prescription you get from random strangers in the future. This is so unbecoming." Zhuang Chenglu avoided the position where Zhang Jiu kowtowed.

She called Yang Yi over.

"Junior Brother, please carry him."

Yang Yi did not refuse for the sake of the dragon blood pill.

Zhang Jiu was still kneeling on the ground when they left.

The two disciples were left behind to deal with the scaled python that they had hunted.

Yang Yi carried Zhang Xiaohu on his back and silently followed Zhuang Chenglu up the mountain.

They did not talk much along the way. The two of them were not on the same level. Hence, they did not have much in common to talk about.

When they returned to the sect, it was already afternoon. Yang Yi carried Zhang Xiaohu to the inner sect's Harmony Court and left.

Zhuang Chenglu told him to come back in five days to retrieve the dragon blood pill.

Yang Yi went to the Mission Hall to make a report.

Then, he went to the nearby Spiritual Spring Mountain to collect spirit accumulation points.

Then, he returned to the wooden hut on the side peak.

A lot of things happened today, and he needed some time to calm down.

"In any case, I've seen a Bone Refining demonic beast. I now know how strong I am relative to the beasts. Moreover, I'm going to get a dragon blood pill! Zhang Xiaohu's illness can also be cured..." These outcomes exceeded his expectations.

"You're out late." As soon as he returned to the wooden hut, Yang Yi saw a someone inside it. It was Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan was wearing a light blue uniform. It was obvious that he had also broken through to the Blood Refining stage and was promoted to an outer disciple.

However, this was half a month slower than he predicted. He had said that he would be able to break through within a month, but for some reason, his progress had been delayed.

That night, they made a small fire in the courtyard and suspended a rabbit over it. The fats of the rabbit sizzled while it roasted over the fire.

"The two of us have finally made it!"

Zhou Yan recalled the bitterness of the past year, and tears almost flowed out of his eyes.

His family might not be as rich as Yang Yi's, but he was still considered wealthy. He had been pampered since young.

After working for the sect for a year, the bitterness in his heart was not something that could be explained with just a few words.

"Let's cultivate well and enter the inner sect as soon as possible."

Yang Yi used tea as a substitute for wine and gave him a toast.

In the Qixia sect, only those who were promoted to inner sect could be counted as core members.

Zhuang Chenglu could take the initiative to bring Zhang Xiaohu up the mountain, but he did not have the confidence to do the same.

"Alright, this time I will break through to the Bone Refining stage before you!"

Zhou Yan drank his tea in a rather heroic manner. Then, he broke off a piece of the roasted rabbit and started chomping down on it.

"..."

Yang Yi silently glanced at his attribute panel.

He was less than 20% away from the amount of experience points required to break through to the Bone Refining stage.

He estimated that it would be very difficult for Zhou Yan to fulfill his wish.

He sent Zhou Yan away at night.

Yang Yi did not request any feedback reports from the Crimson Afterglow Technique.

He cultivated for a while in the courtyard before going to bed early.

The next day.

Yang Yi went to look for Xu Menghua.

The latter had mentioned that he could look for him to teach him how to cultivate the Mountain-hugging Fist.

Since Yang Yi had already listened to him and accepted the mission, he had no reason to be too shy to show his face.

However, he did not come empty-handed. He brought a high-level teaching token.

Outer disciples only had four lessons in a month. If they wanted to have a special session aside from the ordinary lessons, they would need teaching tokens.

If they wanted a special lesson from a manager, a normal teaching token would not be enough. It had to be a high-level one.

One high-level teaching token cost 1,000 taels. It was extremely expensive item with a low cost-performance ratio. However, Yang Yi felt that it was worth it.

The other party could exchange this teaching token for resources.

When he was at Xu Menghua's place before this, he noticed that it was slightly destitute. Even the tea that he drank was a little cheap.

Yang Yi had always followed the good tradition of reciprocity. No matter how close they were, etiquette was important.

Moreover, he did not consider himself to be close to Xu Menghua. Since Xu Menghua was willing to teach him, it was only right for him to put in some effort. As the saying went, it was not strange for people to be courteous. Xu Menghua had the right to not accept his offering, but he had the obligation to offer it nonetheless.

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