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Wang Nangu carefully examined Mo Jiang's upper body, but there was no trace of romantic feeling in her eyes; she looked more like a forensic doctor examining a corpse.

Or perhaps it's students looking at a cadaver in an anatomy class.

"Not only is his qi and blood abundant, but his bones, nerves, and meridians are also incredibly strong. Even the most potent poisons that can kill people would be at least three times stronger than yours."

"I have heard that generals on the battlefield possess the strength of ten thousand men. Someone like you would be worthy of being called a reincarnation of a tyrant."

Hu Qingniu and his wife had witnessed Mo Jiang's fighting prowess on the battlefield, a sight completely different from the battles between martial artists. They had also experienced the weight of his Ironclad Pagoda armor.

To put it bluntly, once you put on that outfit, martial artists would find it difficult to even walk, let alone use their light-footed skills.

"So what does this have to do with my increased internal strength?"

"The relationship is very simple." Hu Qingniu raised his head and smiled. "There are many rare and precious materials in the world that can enhance internal strength, and there are also formulas developed by our predecessors that can do the same thing, but do you know why these methods have not been passed down?"

Mo Jiang shook his head. For questions that were outside his area of ​​expertise, he always let professionals provide the answers.

"Rare and precious materials are scarce. As for why the formula is not passed on, it's because it's useless."

"It's useless?" This answer puzzled Mo Jiang greatly. "The formula can't enhance internal energy?"

"It can enhance, but those who use these formulas are either not long in their internal cultivation, have no talent whatsoever, or lack the necessary temperament. Some of these formulas are potent drugs that will attack the body once ingested. It's not impossible for someone with a weak physique to fall seriously ill. At the same time, their internal strength will suddenly increase several times or even dozens of times. What do you think will happen?"

As he spoke, Hu Qingniu made an explosion gesture, the meaning of which was self-evident.

What else can you do? If you can't control the sudden surge in internal energy, you'll just burst like a balloon.

"But you are different. Your body is extremely strong. Even those martial artists who practice body tempering may not have your physique. You should be able to withstand the attack of the potent medicine and the consequences of your internal energy surging."

"Furthermore, there is the unheard-of [Holy Light] power, which can repair the body like clothing."

"With the surge of internal energy, I opened up my meridians and acupoints, and at the same time, I used the [Holy Light] power to break through while ensuring that my physical body was not damaged or that I did not die suddenly."

"This method is the only feasible one that my wife and I came up with after discussing it for half a month, but the success rate is only about 60%. After all, there is only one case in a hundred or a thousand years where the physique is strong enough to be like yours. There are no similar experimental subjects at all."

A 60% success rate isn't a high number, but Mo Jiang didn't hesitate at all.

"Then let's begin. Didn't you already prepare your things?"

Not only were they all naked, but judging from the way the couple looked at the experimental subjects, they probably also wanted to know the feasibility of this plan.

The new solution devised by these two tech geeks is so good that I probably won't be able to sleep for two months without testing it.

As for himself?

With a success rate of over 50%, it's worth taking a gamble!

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112. Your proposal is full of the style of Shaw Brothers martial arts films.

Hu Qingniu's specific plan was actually very simple: a medicinal bath made from a combination of various precious medicines, plus acupuncture, to allow Mo Jiang to fully absorb the medicinal liquid.

If we disregard the fact that all the medicines used are potent and dangerous, completely lacking the proper balance of ingredients and their potential to cause severe harm to the body, then this is indeed a very safe approach.

“If I hadn’t learned the new medical skills, I might not have dared to prescribe this treatment for you. But my wife and I have learned what you brought, and we have a new understanding of drug dosage and human tolerance. Our calculations are also more accurate. If you were to use the prescription, there is a high probability that there wouldn’t be any major problems.”

Hu Qingniu explained to Mo Jiang in detail what he would be doing. First, Hu Qingniu would use four different needles—gold, silver, copper, and iron—to insert into Mo Jiang's acupoints. Each needle was soaked in a venom concocted by Wang Nangu. Each venom was different, and after entering Mo Jiang's body, they would form a mixed poison.

This poison will enhance Mo Jiang's sensory acuity in all aspects and greatly improve his absorption ability.

Next, a huge, heavy iron barrel filled with medicinal liquid will be placed inside, and Mo Jiang will be immersed in it, with his head completely submerged.

Then turn on a high flame until the liquid is burned dry.

To be honest, this method sounds like something out of a Shaw Brothers martial arts film where a lot of people die.

This plan sounds less like reinforcement and more like using him to make meat soup, the kind where he jumped in voluntarily.

But since he had already agreed, there was no way he could back down now. He was still willing to trust Hu Qingniu and his wife and their professional skills.

After all, the usual methods of accumulating internal energy would take far too long for him. If he wanted to improve quickly, he had to take a risky path.

……

The necessary ingredients for the medicinal liquid were prepared in no time. In fact, Hu Qingniu had brought out enough precious materials from Butterfly Valley.

Rare and precious plants such as wild ginseng over a hundred years old, mature Polygonum multiflorum, and Poria cocos from snow-capped mountains are not exactly ubiquitous, but they are quite numerous.

Some were collected by Hu Qingniu himself, while others were fees he received while treating people.

In fact, after learning about Hu Qi II and san⊙『Sijiu Qisan Si Qingniu's inventory, if he weren't so strapped for cash in modern times, Mo Jiang might have asked for a century-old wild ginseng to sell.

Wild ginseng that has been cultivated for over a century is considered a valuable commodity among China's wealthy elite.

Hu Qingniu and his wife's hands roamed over Mo Jiang's upper body. Don't misunderstand, this wasn't because they had any special hobby, but because they used their sense of touch and experience to find the exact location of Mo Jiang's acupoints and the weak points in his muscles so they could insert needles.

The two suddenly made their move, their hands fluttering like butterflies, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of long needles of different materials appeared all over Mo Jiang's body.

With the infusion of internal energy, the golden needles pierced Mo Jiang's body, but with each needle, the couple's brows furrowed a little more.

"Such a robust physique. If one's internal strength is insufficient, one might not even be able to perform acupuncture."

The distance the needles pierce the body varies; some only penetrate the skin, while others are a palm-length needle inserted with only a small part of the tail still outside.

Soon, large beads of sweat appeared on Hu Qingniu and Wang Nangu's foreheads. For them, performing acupuncture on Mo Jiang was definitely not an easy task.

They felt as if they were not piercing a human body, but rather inserting gold needles into a freshly cut, still moist, wooden stake.

This was under the condition that Mo Jiang was completely relaxed. If he tensed his muscles, Hu Qingniu suspected that it would be no different from stabbing granite.

Mo Jiang soon had over a hundred needles inserted into his body, causing him to feel numb all over. He didn't know which acupoints had been pricked as a result.

But he still has the ability to move freely, which made the couple exclaim that he was a monster. If anyone else were in Mo Jiang's situation, being unable to move would be the most basic thing that would happen.

After Mo Jiang entered the iron barrel, the apprentices kept adding medicinal liquid to it, a black liquid with an unknown smell.

It smells unlike anything Mojiang has ever smelled; it's like a mixture of more than a dozen different scents.

After the medicine reached Mo Jiang's neck, the apprentice brought a lid to cover it, with a hole in the middle so that Mo Jiang's head could be exposed.

"So how long do I need to cook this?"

"It is estimated to take nine hours. Once you feel the stinging sensation, you can start circulating your cultivation technique. Stop when the discomfort disappears."

As they were talking, the boy was already adding wood to the bottom of the iron bucket, and in no time, a raging fire broke out.

Soon, Mo Jiang felt the liquid begin to heat up and start to bubble.

And then pain struck him; it was indeed a stinging pain, but it felt like a metal skewer was being driven into his fingernails!

Mo Jiang suddenly opened his eyes and glared at Hu Qingniu, who was scrutinizing him closely. "You fucking call this thing 'stinging pain'?! This bastard feels like chopsticks being stuck into my fingernails!"

"That's normal. Your physique is extraordinary, so this medicine is just right. Now, calm your mind and spirit."

It was indeed painful, but for Mo Jiang, he had become accustomed to this level of pain.

Compared to the severe headache that comes from facing Him directly, this level of pain is at most considered discomfort.

With his eyes closed, Mo Jiang guided his internal energy to circulate throughout his body. As the temperature rose, he could clearly feel the medicinal power seeping into his body. As his internal energy circulated, this fierce medicinal power was crushed by the extremely strong and yang Nine Yang Internal Energy, turning into resources for his internal energy.

Then the medicinal power penetrated further, and once inside the body, it began to rampage and destroy.

Mo Jiang also began to circulate the Nine Yang Divine Skill at full speed, constantly absorbing the medicinal power. He felt as if he were a bag with holes constantly appearing, and things from the outside were constantly pouring into it, and at an increasingly faster speed.

At the same time, the medicinal liquid in the iron barrel boiled due to the high temperature, and Mo Jiang's body soon turned red, quickly becoming three-quarters cooked.

The intense pain did not interfere with Mo Jiang's internal energy circulation. Feeling his body moving towards a medium-rare state, Mo Jiang focused his mind on two things at once, and a pure, primal white light appeared in his mind.

Suddenly, a ball of light appeared above Mo Jiang's head. As the light continued to fall, Mo Jiang's body was continuously healed in the high temperature, and then cooked.

Between healing and cooking, a certain balance has been formed, and a marathon-like pursuit has begun.

Mo Jiang's internal strength is growing rapidly.

Nine hours later, the medicine in the iron barrel had been added countless times, and the room was now filled with thick white fog, which was the evaporated water vapor.

With a muffled thud, Hu Qingniu and the others silently left the house, opening the doors and windows to disperse the thick fog inside.

A moment later, Mo Jiang, having changed his clothes, came out, his smile hard to hide.

Hu Qingniu's enhancement plan was a success.

113. Unusual and bizarre improvement methods often lead to explosive improvements.

Mo Jiang's smile was so wide that his back teeth were visible; this improvement had made it difficult for him to control his emotions.

But when Hu Qingniu tried to get closer to take his pulse and check for any other problems, Mo Jiang raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't come any closer, I need to calm down."

As the steam dissipated, the others noticed that on Mo Jiang's bare arm, which was exposed by clothing, there were some kind of crimson lines, and about thirty centimeters away from his clothes, it had started to burn.

Yes, Mo Jiang's body was currently engulfed in flames, and his clothes were beginning to turn yellowish-brown.

A violent, scorching wave of flames surged toward them, crashing against them like a relentless tide.

Hu Qingniu involuntarily took a few steps back, because at this moment, in his perception, the guy in front of him was not a person at all, but a volcano.

An active volcano about to erupt.

At this moment, Mojiang was like a furnace, with every pore radiating extremely high heat at all times.

Those present even had a premonition that if they continued to get closer, they would die a horrific death.

They died a horrific death, an extremely horrific death, a death so terrible it was beyond human comprehension.

After waiting for half an hour, Mo Jiang opened his eyes again. The unknown crimson patterns on his skin slowly faded away, and finally even the flames that had enveloped him went out.

"What did you add to the prescription?"

“You wouldn’t understand even if I told you, they’re all potent and dangerous drugs.” Hu Qingniu reached out and placed his hand on Mo Jiang’s pulse, instantly feeling the pain of his fingers being burned.

He frowned, then immediately had the apprentice bring a basin of ice water. After touching the ice water with his finger, he felt Mo Jiang's pulse again.

This time, I let go in less than three seconds, and the ice water that had gotten on me had already evaporated.

"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news."

"Let's start with the good news."

"The prescription is successful. We can now improve upon it."

Hu Qingniu's expression was very strange. It wasn't that he hadn't developed medicine prescriptions, but those were all the result of countless failures.

The idea of ​​succeeding on the first try only existed when he had just started studying medicine; it was a youthful, impulsive fantasy.

But Wang Nangu quickly retorted, "It's not that the prescription was successful, it's that this physique is too strong, it withstood so many potent and dangerous medicines. Just this dosage alone, the steam from boiling it would be enough to poison someone."

Wang Nangu couldn't stand her husband showing off in his professional field.

Although it is called medicine, talking about toxicity without discussing dosage is irresponsible. The amount of medicine used by this couple could no longer be considered "medicine" but "poison".

If someone else had touched those liquids, their bones would probably be black after they died, because the toxicity of the medicine would have seeped into their very bones.

Wang Nangu dipped her fingers in ice water and took Mo Jiang's pulse. "Next time, we can try doubling the dosage and using strong fire throughout. The time can be reduced to three hours, and the effect can be increased fivefold."

Double the dosage and use high-intensity fire throughout.

Mo Jiang's face was somewhat stiff. In fact, as the competition was nearing its end, he felt that his body was already about 80% recovered.

As for the sensations brought on by those potent drugs, needless to say, Mo Jiang felt that all five senses were in some kind of disorder.

"What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is that you'll need to recuperate for a while," Hu Qingniu said slowly. "Your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are all on fire. Your internal energy is extremely strong and yang. If you don't recuperate, be careful that your triple burner will be damaged and all six meridians will be harmed."

Although Hu Qingniu also wanted to see what would happen if he underwent a second medicinal cleansing in a short period of time, such a physique was extremely rare, and those with such a physique who were also willing to cooperate with him were even rarer.

So much so that even the act of "refusing to help someone in distress" has become a rare occurrence, demonstrating medical ethics.

"how are you feeling?"

Mo Jiang examined himself for a moment and replied, "Very good, a very strong feeling."

After this process, more than a hundred acupoints on Mo Jiang's body were opened, all eight extraordinary meridians were opened, and even the Ren and Du meridians were about 20% open.

Moreover, in addition to the Ren and Du meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians, many other meridians were also opened up under this powerful internal force.

At the same time, Mo Jiang was also plagued by a feeling of emptiness and hunger. The internal energy that had previously filled his body now seemed pitifully little.

This was not because his internal energy was depleted, but because after opening up his meridians and acupoints, Mo Jiang's capacity was increased, and the total amount of internal energy he could hold increased by more than tenfold.