Chapter 9 Progress

  Soon, the fish soup on the tripod began to boil and started sizzling. The fresh and tender flavor of the fish soup also slowly wafted through the air.

  A piece of cotton cloth was placed on top, and the fish soup was carefully taken out from the cauldron over the fire, blown gently, and a small mouthful was drunk. In an instant, the slightly cold stomach felt a thread of warmth, and the brain, which had been tense due to thinking, also began to relax a little.

  After finishing the fish soup along with the fish, Xiao Hong's mental state also recovered somewhat. He then got up and extinguished the remaining embers of the bonfire with mud before returning to his room and sitting at his desk, continuing to flip through various books in search of a method that could achieve his previous idea.

  Xiao Hong's family has a lot of books, all kinds of strange and unusual ones. It can be said that on the day of graduation from college, Xiao Hong would wait at the gate of the college, as long as it was not a duplicate, basically picking up any book he saw, and the older the better. Because new books often represent that this book is just for students who are mixed in everyday life, there is little to be learned from them, and there is not much to gain from borrowing.

  Time had already reached the dead of night, and Xiao Hong's desk was piled high with all sorts of books, at least twenty or thirty volumes, starting with pharmacopoeias and later including detailed explanations of magical runes.

  The scribbled notes on the desk also recorded dense medicinal materials, and as long as Xiao Hong felt they were useful, he would record them all down, then use them as clues to try to construct a reasonable train of thought, achieving his own goals.

  Just as Xiao Hong was about to throw down the book and go to sleep, he suddenly found a material called Ba Ying Shu Pi in a book called "Materials Fun Use".

  The bark of this tree was originally used to relieve coughs and phlegm, but the book introduces that the bark of this plant burns very slowly, and the smoke generated by burning can absorb a large amount of oxygen.

  "It burns slowly, if it is tightly wrapped in sandalwood, reducing the contact between sandalwood and air, can't it be made to burn even more slowly? The smoke contains a lot of oxygen, so can't we find a way to separate the oxygen from the smoke...?" With this discovery, a series of thoughts began to swirl around in Xiao Hong's mind.

  Innumerable strange and bizarre ideas kept emerging one after another.

  The hand holding the pencil head also began to scribble and draw on a brand new sheet of paper.

  Three hours had passed, Xiao Hong wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally matched a brand new prescription again. The required materials were only five kinds, all of which were very common things. As for Bai Ying Shu, it was even more unnecessary to mention that there was a tree not far from his family's door.

  After finishing the prescription ratio, Xiao Hong's physical strength was almost exhausted, and he fell asleep directly holding the pencil head on the desk.

  And now all he does is one thing, that is to cure his own terminal illness in the eyes of others and live a good life.

  Before he knew it, the day was over. Xiao Hong had hardly done anything else all day and had devoted almost all his thoughts to reforming Yu Xiang. In the morning, he collected materials everywhere, and in the afternoon, he began to mix and develop them.

  By three o'clock in the afternoon, the improved Yu Xiang was finally born. The original Yu Xiang exterior had been wrapped in a thick layer of white substance, looking like a plate of stuffed noodles, curled into a palm-sized disk.

  Xiao Hong didn't delay any further and sat at the head of the bed in the same way as yesterday.

  After igniting the incense, Xiao Hong could clearly see that the burning speed of the incense had slowed down significantly, and the originally gray smoke had also turned light blue.

  "It seems to be working." Xiao Hong muttered to himself, then didn't dare to pause for too long, and slightly closed his eyes, while relaxing his whole body, he continued to use the breathing training method to train his driving force.

  As the breath entered his body, Xiao Hong could clearly feel that the smoke in his body was no longer as restless as yesterday, but slightly warm and refreshing.

  Judging from the effect so far, it's still pretty good. The smoke has also stopped accumulating in the body, which is the most important thing.

  This time, the improved Yu Xiang burned for a full half hour, a threefold increase over before. The smoke produced by its slow burn could be fully absorbed by Xiao Hong, rather than dispersing into the air and going to waste.

  Slowly opening his eyes, although there was still a slight dizziness in front of him, it was already much better than before. This time, after half an hour, Xiao Hong's driving force had increased by 15 stocks and had become 158 stocks.

  At this rate, it's expected to reach Level 2 in just three or four days.

  Just thinking about reaching the second level of Chariot Force, he could already make magic patterns and drive even higher-level magic patterns. Xiao Hong's body was filled with a kind of excitement, and he couldn't wait to practice another round, but this was no longer allowed.

  Because training also consumes the body's internal power, Xiao Hong's usable internal power is not much now, and Xiao Hong himself is also very clear that he cannot rush for quick success, now he needs to give his body a buffer time.

  He came to the desk, stuffed a few red hawthorns into his mouth, and then picked up the book about making magic patterns. He had read such books before, but at that time he was just curious. Now it was a kind of preview. He tried to record all the knowledge points about magic patterns.

  Then, take out a piece of wood and use the tip of the knife to slide on it continuously. In fact, making magic patterns requires a special carving knife, which can transmit the driving force inside the body perfectly without any damage to the magic pattern. Using ordinary knives is impossible to complete.

  Xiao Hong did this just to practice the feel of carving patterns.

  The sun sets in the west, the sky darkens, and Xiao Hong leans against a creaking wooden chair, still fiddling with those two mysterious magic beads.

  While carefully observing the patterns above, he guessed their purpose. However, the patterns above were too complex, and based on Xiao Hong's current understanding of magic patterns, it was impossible to fully understand them. Every turn, every intersection, and every arc in the pattern seemed to have a profound effect, just like gazing at the vast and boundless starry sky, which was both deep and mesmerizing.

  "What are these two magic beads used for?" Xiao Hong muttered to himself, his eyes fixed intently on the two magic beads. One hand casually reached into a small bowl and picked up a red flower fruit, tossing it into his mouth, savoring the taste with relish.

  In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and Xiao Hong's body had 188 stocks of Qi. During this time, he also went to the forest again and collected some herbs.

  At this moment, Xiao Hong was sitting upright on the old wooden bed, his eyes slightly closed, and the bamboo tube between his mouth and nostrils had been fixed by a makeshift frame.

  With each breath, a faint blue smoke would drill into Xiao Hong's nostrils.

  Xiao Hong's expression was equally focused, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and his lips precisely parted, trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart. This time, it was very likely that he would reach the second level of demonic script control, which for Xiao Hong was an absolute breakthrough. Once he reached the second level, not only could he control higher-level demonic scripts, but he could also learn to create the demonic scripts he needed himself.

  This is what Xiao Hong has been yearning for day and night.

  Fifteen minutes later, Yu Xiang had already burned halfway through, and the Yu force in Xiao Hong's body had evolved into 195 strands.

  "It seems that it should be enough." Xiao Hong, who was trying to calm himself down as much as possible, muttered to himself. Estimating time had always been one of Xiao Hong's strong points, and this was a small skill he had cultivated in the four-layered mine.

  As the incense in the wooden box turned into ashes, half an hour passed by, and at this time, Xiao Hong's internal force had increased to 202 shares.

  He has fully reached the level of a second-class driver!

  "It's done." Slowly opening his eyes, Xiao Hong gazed at his hands, muttering to himself, with an expression that was both excited and joyful, yet also had a hint of bewilderment.

  When was it that having his own tattoos, healing his own illness, had always been Xiao Hong's utmost desire? Unfortunately, at that time, the devastation of the disease and the oppression of life made this small dream seem unattainable.

  At this moment, he finally succeeded. For a while, Xiao Hong couldn't believe it and repeatedly confirmed it through his breath several times before jumping out of bed, opening his arms, clenching his fists, and shouting loudly: "I did it! I won't sit back and wait for the disease to kill me! I can finally create magic tattoos!"

  Undoubtedly, this is the most genuine voice in Xiao Hong's heart.

  After a brief celebratory outburst, although his heart was still fluctuating, Xiao Hong had calmed down, moved his body around and found that it felt much lighter than before, and his energy seemed to have increased a bit.

  This is nothing strange, as mentioned earlier, the source of physical strength and mental energy is the power of endurance. When endurance is improved, physical strength and mental energy will naturally be enhanced.

  It took half an hour for Xiao Hong to calm down thoroughly, now he should consider how to make magic tattoos and continue to improve his driving skills.

  The current priority is to purchase the materials needed to make the magic pattern, which must include a carving knife and a loadstone. As for the pattern liquid, it needs to be specially made by oneself, which is also an important test for the pattern maker.

  At this point, Xiao Hong wasn't overly worried about the loadstone. He could easily pick up a few pieces from the mine and cut and polish them for use. What he needed most now was a complete set of carving knives, which were made with special craftsmanship to transmit the force to the loadstone.

  Of course, the value is not cheap. Before Xiao Hong had heard Li Le mention it, the cheapest one would cost dozens of silver coins. In addition to this, other miscellaneous things are needed, such as inkstones, magic seals and so on.

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