"You foodie! I worked so hard to get this spiritual spring water back, and you've wasted it!"
Zhou Shu glared at Xiao Gun, but there was nothing he could do.
He'd slept too soundly last night, and Xiao Gun had been messing around here. He'd probably slipped some kind of elixir into the bottle of spiritual spring water, causing it to become like this.
Should I buy another bottle?
I really didn't want to go out.
Taking in the faint aroma of medicine, Zhou Shu lowered his head in thought. It smelled familiar. It must be the Regenerating Flesh Pill, which he'd used in his previous battle with the Golden Ring Kui Python.
Regenerating Flesh Pills are a common elixir among cultivators, and they're incredibly useful, healing almost any injury for a long time. However, they take a long time to work, and recovery is slow.
This is the exact opposite of the Water Therapy Talisman. According to Yan Yue, the Water Therapy Talisman works quickly, recovering quickly, but the effect is short-lived.
At this point, an idea struck him.
The flesh-regenerating pills also heal wounds, and the water-regenerating talismans also heal wounds. Perhaps combining them would work? What if the spiritual spring water soaked with the flesh-regenerating pills was used to draw talismans? Would the two combined be even more effective?
This was a bold idea, and perhaps only someone so forward-thinking in the world of immortal cultivation could have considered such a concept.
In the world of immortal cultivation, all elixirs and talismans were the crystallization of the wisdom of countless predecessors. The recipes, the drawing methods, and so on had been refined and refined countless times before reaching a definitive conclusion. Newcomers also respected their teachers, strictly adhering to the ancient teachings and following the steps, daring not to make the slightest change for fear of making a mistake.
Others, faced with this situation, would immediately discard the spring water and start over, but Zhou Shu wouldn't do that.
Whatever. Just give it a try. Success would be luck, and failure would be dealt with later. Carefully, he
lifted the brush and quietly placed it down, like a drop of water, gently merging into the lake without a ripple.
From the very beginning, he felt something strange. As his spiritual energy flowed across the talisman paper with the Cuiyan Pen, the medicinal energy in the spiritual spring water seemed to be drawn to it, automatically drawing closer.
Countless tiny traces of medicinal energy were woven into the flow, yet without a trace of obscurity, they flowed and stagnated together, like a river carrying mud and sand, merging into one, rolling down. It
was different from what he had imagined, a bit strange.
But once he put pen to paper, he had very little time to think, otherwise his writing would stall, and his spiritual energy would not flow smoothly. Zhou Shu ignored it and continued, following the method he had deduced beforehand, painting step by step.
His brush moved like a dragon, flowing like water, constantly moving. The tip of the pen danced back and forth across the talisman paper, like a graceful dancer on stage, each step in rhythm. Sometimes as light as a feather, sometimes as heavy as Mount Tai, sometimes as still as a virgin, sometimes as agile as a rabbit.
The talisman pattern was gradually outlined, and the pristine white paper gradually became covered with strands of black hair.
He was almost at the end.
Zhou Shu focused intently, the tip of his brush trembling as it traced out circles, each connected and growing smaller.
Upon closer inspection, they formed a vortex, converging at the center of the talisman.
In a flash, the tip of his brush reached the very center of the vortex. With a swift movement, Zhou Shu lifted the brush and gently placed the last drop of ink, a clean, unadherent finish.
Completed in one breath, without a single lag.
This talisman, with its thousands of lines, took him only about fifty breaths, yet beads of sweat, large and small, covered his forehead and the tip of his nose.
The intricacy of the talisman consumed a considerable amount of spiritual energy.
Unexpectedly, he had actually completed it. Setting down his brush, Zhou Shu immediately picked up the talisman, his face lit with excitement.
His tangled, distinct strands of black hair, like vibrant vines, clung to the talisman, imbuing it with a sense of life.
Shouldn't this talisman be called a hydrotherapy talisman? What kind of effect will it have?
Is it a combination of a muscle-growing pill and a hydrotherapy technique? Would it last a long time, take effect quickly, recover quickly, and not affect spellcasting?
Holding the talisman, Zhou Shu couldn't help but think, maybe he should do an experiment to see the effect.
Of course, he wouldn't follow those risky shopkeepers and make a wound on himself to test it.
He would just find an animal. Soon, he bought a wild boar weighing hundreds of pounds.
Zhou Shu tied up the wild boar and gently slapped the talisman on it. A hazy mist rose from the wild boar's back, light blue and translucent.
The wild boar grunted and panted, staring at Zhou Shu, very restless.
It didn't know what was going to happen, but it felt that it would not be good.
Zhou Shu took out a knife and gently scratched the wild boar's back, bringing out a few splashes of blood, and a shallow wound appeared on the wild boar's back.
Such a small wound, the wild boar was completely unaware.
The mist created by the talisman quickly gathered on the wound.
It healed at a noticeable rate, closing in a matter of breaths, leaving no trace.
Wild boars' healing abilities were naturally stronger than humans', but clearly not this fast, which proved the talisman was effective.
Zhou Shu nodded slightly and slashed again. This time, with much greater force than before, the cut penetrated more than an inch deep.
Blood spurted out, and the wild boar trembled in frustration, trying to escape. But firmly restrained, it could only grunt and rub its body against the ground.
The mist once again gathered on its back, thicker than before. But Zhou Shu could clearly see the wound healing at a visible pace. After about thirty breaths, the wound gradually closed, leaving behind a scar.
The wild boar fell silent, frozen in a daze.
Zhou Shu raised his knife again, channeling some of his spiritual power, and stabbed it straight into the hilt.
The wild boar cried out in pain and nearly leaped, but quickly collapsed.
A horrific wound appeared on its back, two feet long, the flesh ripped open, deep enough to reach the bone. Blood
gushed out like a fountain. The mist rushed over once more.
The pale blue mist gradually turned red with blood, like a bloody mist. The wound slowly healed, and a few strands of tender flesh quietly grew out along the bone.
Zhou Shu observed carefully.
After about a quarter of an hour, the massive wound gradually began to heal, and the wild boar's spirits gradually recovered. However, due to the excessive blood loss, its movements were somewhat sluggish, as if it were standing up in slow motion.
The mist still lingered, gathering bit by bit, constantly repairing the wound.
Without needing to observe further, Zhou Shu was almost certain that this talisman was a combination of the Water Treatment Technique and the Regenerating Pill, combining the advantages of both.
Imagine using such a talisman in battle, minor wounds would heal quickly, while larger ones would heal slowly, and the
effect would last for a long time without consuming any spiritual energy. The talisman would be even more effective against difficult demonic beasts.
Low-level cultivators' opponents were generally demonic beasts, but demonic beasts were not afraid of pain and possessed far greater spiritual power than cultivators, making them very difficult to deal with. When capturing demonic beasts, cultivators would often be unable to continue due to injuries and had to flee. However, in such a situation, a talisman could be used to fight and heal at any time, significantly increasing their duration and providing perfect endurance.
Zhou Shu quickly realized that this talisman was a perfect complement for lower-level disciples, and might even change the way they fought.
The opportunity had arrived.