Chapter 184 I Want to Save Her

Time passed by minute by minute.

Countless drops of sweat appeared on Chu Fengmian's forehead and dripped onto the ground.

He sat there, motionless, with all his attention focused on the flame in his left hand.

One hour, two hours, three hours.

After three hours, the liquid medicine that slowly condensed in the flame finally completely merged and then separated.

It was divided into three pills the size of longan.

"It's going to be a pill!"

Looking at the three pills the size of longan, Chu Fengmian frowned.

If all of these liquid medicines were refined, they could only be refined four times at most, which means only about twelve pills.

One of these pills would sustain Han Yueli's life for one day.

Even if all of them were refined, they could only help Han Yueli survive for about twelve days at most.

This time was too short.

"No, I have to increase the potency of the medicine!"

Chu Fengmian muttered to himself, and suddenly he made a stroke with his right hand, and a small wound appeared.

Three drops of golden blood flowed out of his wound, and followed Chu Fengmian's thoughts, dripping into the three pills.

The three drops of golden blood merged and condensed with the liquid medicine in it again.

This time, it took another hour.

The liquid medicine and golden blood finally began to condense and merge calmly.

"Condensate!"

Chu Fengmian's mind moved, and he urged the liquid medicine in it to begin to condense.

This condensation of the pill is the last step and the most important step.

Chu Fengmian did not dare to relax at all in his heart, and his spirit was tense. He waited until all three pills were perfectly condensed, and then Chu Fengmian breathed a sigh of relief.

He collected all the pills in it and held them in his hand.

"This ancient dragon blood essence is indeed enough to improve the quality of the pill. In terms of medicinal power, it is at least three times stronger."

Looking at the pill in his hand, Chu Fengmian was very satisfied.

With the three times medicinal power, this pill is enough to sustain Han Yueli's life for three days. In this way, all the pills will be refined, which will be enough to support Han Yueli's life for at least one month.

One month may be enough for Chu Fengmian to find a way to solve the problem of Han Yueli's cold air entering his body.

After refining this furnace of pills, Chu Fengmian did not rest at all, and condensed the flame again.

There is still a lot of liquid medicine around him. Now Chu Fengmian must refine all of these liquid medicines into pills.

One day.

During this day, Chu Fengmian did not stop, and he was constantly refining the pills.

"Huh."

After the last pill was refined, Chu Fengmian finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the fifteen pills in his hand, Chu Fengmian finally relaxed for a while.

These fifteen pills were all that was refined using the spiritual medicines available today.

Fifteen pills should be enough to sustain Han Yueli's life for one and a half months.

"It's time to wake her up. Even if she dies, we have to figure out the matter of the Ice Lotus Sword Technique."

Chu Fengmian walked towards Han Yueli and whispered to himself.

He was desperately trying to save Han Yueli now, not only because Han Yueli had just saved his life, but also for a very important reason.

That was Han Yueli's sword technique. Where did the Ice Lotus Sword Technique come from?

This sword technique should only be known by Chu Fengmian's fourth senior sister. How could it be passed down? Could it be said that the fourth senior sister was not dead at that time?

Ten thousand years ago, all the people Chu Fengmian knew have now died and there is no news about them, so now Chu Fengmian must find out any relevant news.

In order to find out all this, Chu Fengmian must also ask Han Yueli clearly.

After putting a pill into Han Yueli's mouth, Chu Fengmian sat quietly beside him, waiting.

In five minutes, the coldness on Han Yueli's body became weaker and weaker, and his body gradually became less cold and stiff as before.

After another hour, Han Yueli's face finally had some color.

Although it was pale, it had changed a little.

"Cough... cough..."

Two coughs suddenly came, attracting Chu Fengmian's attention.

"Awake?"

Chu Fengmian looked at Han Yueli and said with a smile on his face.

"If you didn't wake up, I would have thought that there was something wrong with the elixir I made."

"I... am not dead...?"

Han Yueli gradually stood up and felt that her body was not as cold as she had imagined.

"Has the coldness on my body disappeared?"

"No, it was suppressed by a force."

Han Yueli glanced at her body and realized that the coldness on her body had disappeared.

It was because of an ancient spiritual power that was temporarily suppressed.

"Alchemy, you saved me?"

Han Yueli raised his head and looked at Chu Fengmian beside him, asking with some doubt.

"Where is this place?"

"This is the tomb of Emperor Fengrao. As for you, of course I saved you. Otherwise, do you think you can still survive if you use the Ice Love Sword?"

Chu Fengmian looked at Han Yueli with helplessness in his tone.

He had never thought that the method Han Yueli said was actually this trick. Otherwise, even if Chu Fengmian chose to swallow the dragon pill and fight desperately, he would not let Han Yueli use it.

"Ice Love Sword, how do you know the swordsmanship I practice?"

Hearing Chu Fengmian's words, Han Yueli suddenly asked.

Chu Fengmian actually called out the swordsmanship he practiced in one breath. This Ice Lotus Swordsmanship was not the swordsmanship of Hanxue Pavilion, but was passed down by Han Yueli's ancestors.

It is said that it belongs to one of her ancestors. How did Chu Fengmian know it now?

"This... this sword technique was actually used by one of my relatives, so I know it."

Chu Fengmian didn't expect Han Yueli to ask this. After thinking about it, he still said this.

When he was under the command of the Lord of Sword Dao, Chu Fengmian's senior brothers and sisters almost all took great care of him, just like Chu Fengmian's relatives. In his previous life, Chu Fengmian was an orphan and was adopted by the Lord of Sword Dao.

At that time, the Lord of Sword Dao was the number one in sword Dao, so he naturally had no time to take care of Chu Fengmian every day, so it was his senior brothers and sisters who took care of Chu Fengmian.

His senior brothers and sisters were indeed considered Chu Fengmian's relatives.

"Relatives... Where is your relative now?"

Han Yueli asked.

"Dead."

Chu Fengmian's eyes showed a bit of loneliness.

His senior brothers and sisters all died tragically at the hands of the seven major sects. Now that he has been reborn after ten thousand years, he has no relatives in the world.