Refining the Purple Blood Daoist Soldier was by no means an easy task. Even dedicating a whole day to it would yield at most a few, and this was only possible because of the High Rank Healing Pills left by his Master.
Because his Cultivation was not sufficient to venture outside, Chen Jiuge wasn't particularly in a hurry. He only refined one Daoist Soldier each day, but he did drip a drop of his essence blood daily, greatly stimulating the progress of his cultivation of the Green Vine Immortal Body, increasing his recovery capabilities considerably—a blessing in disguise, really.
BOOM!
As War Song collapsed powerlessly, Chen Jiuge looked at the Purple Blood Daoist Soldier, which only had some scratches on its surface, and said with satisfaction, "It's well worth the resources I've spent. Even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would probably not be its match."
Of course, by 'ordinary,' he meant the Loose Cultivators with no sect affiliation.
