Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 184 - 185: Awakening (4th Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 184: Chapter 185: Awakening (4th Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

Time ticked away, second by second.

Beads of sweat formed on Chu Fengmian’s forehead, dropping to the ground.

He sat motionless, his entire focus on the flame in his left hand.

One hour, two hours, three hours.

After three full hours, the slowly condensing medicine in the flame finally merged completely and then separated.

Into three medicinal pills the size of dragon eyes.

"It’s about to become a pill!"

Looking at the three dragon-eye-sized medicinal pills, Chu Fengmian’s brow furrowed.

This medicine, if fully refined, could at most be done four times, which meant about twelve pills in total.

One of these pills was to sustain Han Yueli’s life, serving to maintain her for one day’s time.

Even if all were refined successfully, it could at most help Han Yueli survive for about twelve days.

This time was too short.

"No, the potency must be increased!"

Chu Fengmian silently chanted in his heart, and suddenly, with a sweep of his right hand, a small cut appeared.

From his wound, three drops of golden blood flowed out, following along with Chu Fengmian’s will, and dropped into the three medicinal pills.

The three drops of golden blood merged once again with the medicine, solidifying.

This time, it took another full hour.

The medicine and the golden blood finally began to settle and merge calmly.

"Solidify!"

With a thought from Chu Fengmian’s mind, he urged the medicine within to begin solidification.

This Solidifying Pill was the last step and the most important one.

Chu Fengmian could not afford to relax even a bit, his concentration taut, until all three pills were perfectly refined. Only then did Chu Fengmian breathe a sigh of relief.

He collected all the medicinal pills, holding them in his hand.

"This ancient war dragon’s essence blood truly is enough to raise the grade of the medicinal pills considerably. Speaking in terms of potency, they are at least three times stronger."

Looking at the pills in his hand, Chu Fengmian felt exceedingly satisfied.

Increasing the potency by threefold, one pill could now sustain Han Yueli’s life for three days. Thus, once all the medicinal pills were refined, it should at least be enough to support her life for a month.

One month’s time might just be enough for Chu Fengmian to find a way to resolve the issue of the coldness within Han Yueli’s body.

After refining this batch of pills, Chu Fengmian did not take any rest, and immediately gathered the flame again.

He still had plenty of Spiritual Medicine around him, and now Chu Fengmian had to refine all of it into medicinal pills.

One day’s time.

Throughout this entire day, Chu Fengmian did not stop, continuously refining the medicine.

"Phew."

After the final pill was refined, Chu Fengmian finally relaxed, looking at the fifteen pills in his hands, his heart finally eased for a while.

These fifteen pills were all that could be refined from the current Spiritual Medicine.

Fifteen pills should be enough to sustain Han Yueli’s life for a month and a half.

"It’s time to awaken her. Even if she dies, the matter of the Ice Lotus Sword Technique needs to be clarified."

Chu Fengmian walked toward Han Yueli, murmuring to himself.

He was working so hard to save Han Yueli, not only because she had just saved his life, but also because of another extremely important reason.

Over there lies Han Yueli’s sword technique, the Ice Lotus Sword Technique. Where exactly did it come from?

This swordsmanship should have only been practiced by Chu Fengmian’s fourth senior sister. How then did it get passed down? Could it be that his fourth senior sister did not die back then?

Ten thousand years ago, everyone Chu Fengmian knew had fallen, with no news left behind. Therefore, Chu Fengmian must now clarify any related information that comes up.

To clarify all this, Chu Fengmian also needed to question Han Yueli thoroughly.

He placed a Solidifying Pill into Han Yueli’s mouth and sat quietly next to her, meditating as he waited.

Five minutes passed, and the coldness emanating from Han Yueli’s body grew weaker. Gradually, her body was no longer as ice-cold and stiff as before.

Another hour went by, and Han Yueli’s face finally gained some color.

Albeit pale beyond belief, there was still a noticeable change.

"Cough... Cough..."

Two coughs suddenly broke the silence, attracting Chu Fengmian’s attention.

"Awake?"

Chu Fengmian looked at Han Yueli, a slight smile playing on his lips as he spoke.

"If you hadn’t woken up, I would have thought there was something wrong with the medicinal pill I formulated."

"I... I’m not dead...?"

Han Yueli slowly sat up, feeling that her body wasn’t as cold as she had imagined.

"Has the cold energy in my body disappeared?"

"No, it’s been suppressed by a force."

Han Yueli scanned her body and realized the cold energy in her had not vanished.

Instead, it was temporarily suppressed by an ancient force of Spiritual Power.

"Alchemy, did you save me?"

Han Yueli lifted her head, looking at Chu Fengmian beside her, and asked with some confusion.

"Where is this place?"

"This is the tomb of the Emperor of Fertility. As for you, of course, I saved you. Otherwise, do you think you could have survived after unleashing the Ice Lotus Jue Jian?"

Chu Fengmian looked at Han Yueli, his tone filled with resignation.

He had not expected that Han Yueli’s suggested method was to use that move; otherwise, Chu Fengmian would have chosen to swallow the dragon pill and risk his life rather than allowing Han Yueli to perform it.

"Ice Lotus Jue Jian, how do you know the swordsmanship I practice?"

Hearing Chu Fengmian’s words, Han Yueli suddenly inquired.

Chu Fengmian had called out the swordsmanship she practiced in one breath—The Ice Lotus Sword Technique was not Cold Snow Pavilion’s technique but was passed down by Han Yueli’s ancestors.

It was said to belong to one of her forebears. How did Chu Fengmian come to know of it?

"This... This sword technique was actually used by one of my relatives. That’s how I know."

Caught off guard by Han Yueli’s question, Chu Fengmian took a moment to think before finally responding.

Back when he was under the Sword Dao Master’s command, Chu Fengmian’s senior brothers and sisters had all taken great care of him, almost like his family. In his previous life, Chu Fengmian had no parents and was taken in by the Sword Dao Master.

The Sword Dao Master, being the foremost expert in the Sword Dao, naturally did not have the time to look after Chu Fengmian every day. Therefore, those who raised Chu Fengmian were his senior brothers and sisters.

Indeed, his senior brothers and sisters could be considered as Chu Fengmian’s relatives.

"Relatives... Where is this relative of yours now?"

Han Yueli asked.

"Dead."

A hint of loneliness flashed in Chu Fengmian’s eyes.

All of his senior brothers and sisters died at the hands of the seven major sects. Now, ten thousand years later, after his rebirth, there are no longer any relatives in the world.