An Elixir as precious as the Bone Marrow Tempering Pill was a treasure to other disciples. They would only dare to consume one to help break through a bottleneck at a critical moment in their cultivation.
But Yang Jing, in his haste to improve his strength, used this priceless Elixir for his daily training. If word of this got out, it would likely leave many people's jaws on the floor.
Yet Yang Jing had always believed that wealth and Elixirs were merely worldly possessions. Only one's own strength was fundamental—the greatest support for gaining a foothold in this chaotic world.
As long as he could raise his own strength and reach a higher realm, these Elixirs and resources would naturally flock to him. Everything external was just a byproduct of his power.
With his mind made up, Yang Jing stopped letting his thoughts wander. He calmed his spirit, quieted his Qi, and began to practice the River-Crossing Stride.
