In the Underground Cultivation Chamber, the air was deathly still.
Han Feng sat cross-legged. In front of him were over a dozen open Alloy Boxes, the rich medicinal fragrance so thick it was almost tangible.
He gazed at the pile of Elixir Pills that would drive any Martial Artist insane, his expression calm.
"Eleven million, eight hundred thousand Contribution Points."
He murmured the number, then picked up a longan-sized, purple-gold elixir pill—a Purple Gold Meridian Continuation Pill, a Healing Holy Medicine worth eight hundred thousand Contribution Points.
But Han Feng tossed it into his mouth as if it were a jelly bean.
The Elixir Pill melted the moment it entered his mouth, transforming into a warm current that surged through his limbs and bones.
But he didn't guide the Medicinal Power to nourish his meridians like an ordinary person would.
The next second, his eyes closed, and his consciousness sank into his body.
